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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11.10.05

:: in press ::

i've never been one to write much. all my life i've been told that what was set out for me was something by all means different, at all aside. and still, as with most things, i found it hard to stay on just one side of a dicotomy, to choose one path over another. i opened a blog one day, for i could no longer understand myself through only one tool, through only one me. a green, pixelated space recieved with no special grace a clumsily organized set of characters supposedly meant to mean something. but, by then, i knew that such a way of being -and being shown-, allthough necessarilly mine, was neither entirely mine, nor entirely me; that neither all that is 'me' nor all that there lay could honestly conclude with my name. and so i found that having this other name and writing in this other languaje were just means of making the strange my own, and my own, strange. but yet another burden was to be found along the way, despite the aparent conciliation between two paths that were never to cross, for my nimious little self struggled still to make its way through the swarm of serious accusations against 'me' that almost on a daily basis saw the light. this new linguistic me gave no way for the stubborn clown-like thing always behind my eyes. since i cannot hold myself down, and it is not entirely the same self that speaks at all times, i opened yet another blog, yet another me. and while i'm just as often one and the other, for those who read, it seems, that there is just one or the other. they may not be necessarily wrong.

coming in through my ears:: Pro-test// Mia