hesitant aranta



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[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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19.7.05

:: glasses ::

my -new- glasses have a kind of curvature that brings a delightful effect to what is seen through them. right on the corner of the eye, the blurred out images of the outside world start clearing up parallel to the movement of the head; it's as though the world starts being a solid cluster of things in the moment that my eyes set themselves on it. sometimes it looks as if a wave of clarity were flowing over things and infecting them with clear shapes and colours. i get dizzy sometimes, since my eyes are not yet used to the accuracy of everything around them; i take my glasses off and, with a slight disappointment, realize that the world i've known is no more that a poor image that my brain -in collaboration with my eyes- struggled to form.
even though i know that what i see through these glasses is what i am supposed to see -or at least that's what the eye-doctor thinks-, i get the feeling that, despite the clarity of it all, there is something that i am bound to miss. it's happened before; glasses are a means of letting the world in, aswell as a means of leaving some of the world 'out there'. a few years ago, having the other glasses, i went to an art exhibition; everything seemed to come into focus, the lines became solid and defined, the colours brighter and the details seemed to come to life under my sight. but, as i pulled my glasses up, letting my eyes, bare naked, explore what was there to be seen, i found that there was something different, aside from the definition and brightness, it now was my painting, the one i was seeing, not just the one that was to be seen.
although my visual defect is not very large, the world seen just through my eyes is somehow different from the world seen through my glasses, and that, i must say, is rather exciting. i get to decide when to see what i see, and when to see what is meant to be seen. i only have left to hope that this applies not only to my eyes.

coming in through my ears:: ein Elephant für dich//Wir sind Helden