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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20.2.05

:: all those letters ::
i started reading at a very young age, i remember sitting on the rugged floor with "Pinoccio" -the canticuentos edition- on my lap, trying to de-cipher or rather de-crypt the little letters scrambled across the pages.__ i remember putting my eyes almost on the pages, as if i was trying to touch the printed characters with my eyelashes.__ by the time i was 5 i was obligated to wear eye glasses, the doctor said it was a minor problem, that it could be easily fixed with a couple of years of treatment.__ i worked my way out of glasses; i threw them away, i crushed them against walls, i lied to teachers about having to wear them: the problem grew worse.
i often repeat lines, am unable to be certain of what characters in books are called, am confused by dialogues and forget whether or not i've already read things.__ my "lazy-eye" makes up for my effort to pay attention; it feels as though i was racing to get to the end of the text, the page, the line, the word even.__ and so my mind has to interfere the speed of the process, it has to slow down everything and imprint sense into the usually black-coloured splatters of ink, briefly, it has to make up a story so that i can be convinced that i, in fact, am reading.
i've never really read a book.__ well, i cannot assure i have, not the book that was written, or the book that was meant to be read (although i believe there might not be such thing as the objective-reality of the story presented).__ but i have invented a couple; maybe that explains why i like so few books and why i am overwhelmed when i find a sequence of words that appeals to me in a particular way.__ reading is like a prison, like a mirror, in some ways, like a pond.
so i can't write about something i've read, i cannot say truthfully, or at least have supporting arguments, that someone said or meant anything, for i can only know what i let myself know about what i presumed was written.__ how is it that you manage to write so passionately about what you've come to know through words? how is it that it becomes a sort of truth when heard? how is it that your words appeal to me in such a special way leading me to the belief of comprehension?
someone please teach me how to read.
coming in through my ears:: Indistinct sounds from the television set