hesitant aranta



depicted

[foto de ºCHiViSº--flickr]

incoming
Nicomachean Ethics//Aristotle
Eudemian Ethics//Aristotle
Poetics//Aristotle
De Anima//Aristotle
Cause, Necessity and Blame//Richard Sorabji
The Fragility of Goodness//Martha C. Nussbaum
Essays on Aristotle's Ethics//Amelie Rorty (editor)
Aristotle's Theory of Action//David Charles
Aristotle on Moral Responsibility//Susan S. Meyer
The Fabric of Character//Nancy Sherman
Choosing Character//Jonathan Jacobs
Aristotle's Psychology//Daniel N. Robinson

Volta//Björk
Medùlla//Björk
Vespertine//Björk
Vespertine Live at the Royal Opera House//Björk

Carbon Monoxide//Marlboro Reds
caffeine in not so large ammounts

a whole lotta love

secondary bibliography

overt influences
straying

[...]
Wie ich mechanisch eine neue Zigarrette drehe und die braunen Stäubchen mit feinem Prickeln auf das weißgelbe Löschpapier der Schreibmappe niedertaumeln, will es mir unwarscheinlich werden, daß ich noch wache. Und wie die feuchtwarme Abendluft, die durch das offene Fenster neben mir hereingeht, die Rauchwölkchen so seltsam formt und aus dem Bereich der grünbeschirmten Lampe ins Mattschwarze trägt, steht es mir fest, daß ich schon träume.
Da wird's natürlich schon ganz arg; denn diese Meinung wirft der Phantasie die Zügel auf den Rücken. Hinter mir knackt heimlich neckend die Stuhllehne, daß es mir jäh wie hastiger Schauder durch alle Nerven fährt. Das stört mich ärgerlich in meinem tiefsinnigen Studium der Bizarren Rauchschriftzeichen, die im mich irren, und über die einen Leitfaden zu ferfassen ich bereits entschlossen war.
Aber nun ist die Ruhe zum Teufel. Tolle Bewegung in allen Sinnen. Fiebrisch, nervös, wahnsinnig. Jeder Laut keift. Und mit all dem verwirrt steigt Vergessenes auf. Einst dem Sehsinn Eingeprägtes, das sich seltsam erneut; mit dem Fühlen dazu von damals. [...] Vision. Proza-Skizze//Thomas Mann.


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14.6.04

:: sutilezas ::
"sameness relation between the sudden change of the iris and the surrounding light of dusk" she nodded, as she tends to do when the unsettled and unsettling voices in her head add something to the purity of moments where cavilation seems futile.__when pupils contract, a very specific type of pain takes place, probably similar to that produced by the change in the color shown by the many muscles that compose the iris; "curious how precisely now awareness is of the eyes and nothing more" once again she nods.__all of her photo-graphs have the same tonalities involved, it seems she cannot evade yellow "the only color that is not part of the spectrum in a pure form, one could say it does not even exist" now she tenses up her mouth and a slight grin product of some strange satisfaction sees the light "you're always looking for that, the portayal of something that cannot be said properly to exist".__like the static from an old recording, she visualizes -for it is not merely sound perception taking place now-the movement of subtle particles in the air, a tension so large, so deep, so present it could freeze anyone else, destroy any invasive elements of that purity; "you need not explain this" affirmative gestures.__division of the rays of artificial light by means of the usually insignificant drops of water -whatever that may be- and a soundtrack that begins to have importance, that becomes, i am afraid to say, once more important "you cannot know anything unless you have known it previously".__golden reddish strands of hair growing from her arms appear to have conscience of what she will not tell herself, in a manner that simulates a grand applause, an ovation, a request for an encore, they deny gravity and levitate upon her "now it is not only the eyes, fear not, adrenaline will keep you going" with closed eyes the head describes a vertical line in the air "you cannot refuse me, i am merely the expression of what you need not say".__on a night with no moon all leafs turn blue, but still she seeks yellow.

coming in through my ears::Paris Lounge/Gotan Project