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happy new year, spider

the firefly

ideology

i found out that Karl Marx lives in the basement of my University.
some nights ago i met him and we were talking for a while.
he said to me: "sometimes i feel really sad because i notice that all my theory hasnt been a big contribution to the humanity as i expected. you know, i think that i have been misanderstood, my ideas were great but they were twisted. the problem is not the marxism, the problem are the marxist followers".

i felt a little unhappy for his confession, so i said: "hey, karl, take it easy, one of this nights i'll pick you up and we'll go to a bar just for drinking some beer and listening some good music".

he seemed to feel better and said to me that he is a big fan of Mano Negra.

*in fact i used to like karl a lot when i was a teenager, now i prefer gramsci as well

temptation

sleeping in a bed of red apples...
isnt it an invitation to the sin?*

*i'm a sinner when i dream

still

"every second of my life i only live for you
and you can shoot me
and you can throw me off a train
i still maintain

i still maintain"

rimbaud

Enfant, certains ciels ont affiné mon optique : tous les caractères nuancèrent ma physionomie. Les Phénomènes s'émurent. - À présent, l'inflexion éternelle des moments et l'infini des mathématiques me chassent par ce monde où je subis tous les succès civils, respecté de l'enfance étrange et des affections énormes. - Je songe à une Guerre de droit ou de force, de logique bien imprévue.
C'est aussi simple qu'une phrase musicale.

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When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision: all their characters were reflected in my face. The Phenomena were roused. - At present, the eternal inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics drives me through this world where I meet with every civil honor, respected by strange children and prodigious affections. - I dream of a War of right and of might, of unlooked-for logic.
It is as simple as a musical phrase

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*when i iwas 17 i was in love with rimbaud. he was 2 years older than me (?)

+poetry

*"Your absence is around me
like the rope to the throat,
like the sea to the one who sinks"

jlb

gk

where

"... but the books are just ocassions for the poetry."*

jorge luis borges

*poetry is everywhere -even waiting for us just around the corner- as my writer says.

oh!

while i was awakened i had a vision.

and it really worried me

oh!*

*it was kinda a dejavu, but for the inminent future. oh!

estructure

i

* dreamt that we were sleeping in the same bed

politiK

*tragically overeacting (as usual)

runaway

i've been pressing my fav key for a while, but it seems that it doesnt work

because i'm still here...*

*would you be so kind of telling me where is the exit?
**better said: is there an exit?

knowledge

to be

&

to give

love/hate

editor

copy-paste*

i want a life like this

*and maybe any "cut" would be necessary too

always

*

please

*kitten me

aha

i came here because i wanted to say: ...*

*nevermind

jm

c'mon baby you can light my fire!

imitation

one of my professors has "Morrissey" as his nickname...

few things cant be saddest than using a great name just for a cheap copy.

*il est morrissey, tu est rien de rien

zoom

when you say it's gonna happen now

when exactly do you mean?

o.o

emotion

=

"in motion"

*a movement from the inside to the Other

nonsense*

*

lumiere*

*merci beaucoup pour le cinema

turkey

i dont eat animals*

*i dont eat my friends

desert

eyes-cream *

*if you think i'm sweet, then taste one of my eyes (?)

stay

to see and to look

they seem the same, but they are so different

the desire just takes place in the looking*

*and when you look, you look through me

mood

somedays are better than others*

*and today must be one of the others (?)

Bajofondo

*with the eyes i dont see ya

scary

there was a big big monster who was afraid of kids.
and during the nights the big big monster had nightmares.
he dreamt about children around him and he woke up very scared.
but in fact there was a little and pretty smart boy who terrified him a lot
more than any other boy*

the little boy with brillant and deep eyes, was always chasing the monster with his sharp questions.
poor monster

the end



*monsters of the world, lets join us!

trash

i know a girl, a girl called party*

*i think i know what she wants

**trash music (?)

bloodish

namenick

niña luciérnaga*

*firefly girl

never

I've seen the film
I know the place
I'm never lost
There's just one way across

I'm never lost

please

*please dont take a picture
it's been a bad day

semiotic

although i dont like merleau ponty, maybe he is right when he says that the language is not the way that the man has for mentioning the things of the world.

in fact it is the way that the antique man had for "singing the world".

so, inside that logic, to sing that the night is the whole darkness and

that the light is not darkness at all, has a lot of sense. *

*night and light, just a tiny difference between the words, but such a huge difference in the meaning

madness

*our house in the middle of the street, our house...

written

¡

when i was a little girl i had four imaginary friends

and a fifth one,

but he was invisible in fact

melonhead

*bc is a melon itself

worlding

the entire world between my hands*

*and exactly "there" there is a light... (?)

adore

In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart

baudelaire

La Mort des Amants

Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs légères,
Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.


Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.


Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous échangerons un éclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux;


Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.


Charles Baudelaire





* The Death of Lovers

We shall have beds round which light scents are wafted,
Divans which are as deep and wide as tombs;
Strange flowers that under brighter skies were grafted
Will scent our shelves with rare exotic blooms.


When, burning to the last their mortal ardour,
Our torch-like hearts their bannered flames unroll,
Their double light will kindle all the harder
Within the deep, twinned mirror of our soul.


One evening made of mystic rose and blue,
I will exchange a lightning-flash with you,
Like a long sob that bids a last adieu.


Later, the Angel, opening the door
Faithful and happy, will at last renew
Dulled mirrors, and the flames that leap no more.

here

between camus and sartre. i choose camus.

definitely albert is my man.

*here comes your man, uh uhhhhhhh (?)

perfect*

so dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy. All the silly frilly things have to first get done.

*see ya soon

restless

are you better than you fake it?*

gigantic

(source: wikipedia)

Bourdieu sees symbolic capital (e.g., prestige, honour, attention) as a crucial source of power. Symbolic capital is any species of capital that is perceived through socially inculcated classificatory schemes. When a holder of symbolic capital uses the power this confers against an agent who holds less, and seeks thereby to alter their actions, they exercise symbolic violence. We might see this when a daughter brings home a boyfriend considered unsuitable by her parents. She is met with disapproving looks and gestures, symbols which serve to convey the message that she will not be permitted to continue this relationship, but which never make this coercive fact explicit. People come to experience symbolic power and systems of meaning (culture) as legitimate. Hence, the daughter will often feel a duty to obey her parents' unspoken demand, regardless of her suitor's actual merits. *

*but... gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big big love!

** or maybe that "big big love" could be understood like symbolic capital too (?)

Best

identity

the only thing that gives me the certainty that i'm still the same girl that was born in Buenos Aires -almost 50 years ago- is the fact that i keep the same name.*

* and morrissey says: "nothing' s changed/i still love you, oh, i still love you/...only slightly, only slightly less than i used to, my love "

they

*

he

Io sono troppo serio per essere un dilettante, ma non abbastanza per diventare un professionista.

transference

there must be a reason why we always think that the one we like is desired by everyone*

*everybody here wants you (so buckley) (?)

lluvia

siren

"She sighs because she feels that she will never find.

White men are like the natives: only men. They have the thinnest and clearer skin, but they are just that: only men. And she cannot love a man. She can love neither to a man who is only a man, nor to a fish that is only a fish."*

Manuel Mujica Lainez, La sirena

*sometimes i read some sentences and i think that they are so amazing that i read them over and over again, just to catch the magic and the rythm that they have inside

idea

*a bulblight is on... the light comes from the inside: inner room (?)

goodnigh'

a different way for saying things that i want to say but i dont dare:

"someday i'll have a cat that will have your name"*

*i'm the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar -or maybe i'm the air- (?)

enter

...till you came with the key...*

*open the nature (?)

where?

*where is my mind?

mafalda*

*:O)

light

a lighthouse in the middle of a crowded city (in a country of the end of the world) wannabe*

*to be a lighthouse in the middle of the sea is just a game for kids (?)

illuminations

When the world is reduced to a single dark wood
for our four eyes' astonishment,-- a beach for two
faithful children,-- a musical house
for one pure sympathy,-- I shall find you.

Should there be here below
but a single old man, handsome
and calm in the midst
of incredible luxury, I shall be at your feet.

Should I have realized all your memories,--
should I be the one who can bind you
hand and foot,-- I shall strangle you. *

*Quand le monde sera réduit en un seul bois noir

pour nos quatre yeux étonnés, — en une plage pour deux enfants fidèles, —

en une maison musicale pour notre claire sympathie, —

je vous trouverai.

Qu’il n’y ait ici-bas qu’un vieillard seul, calme et beau,

entouré d’un « luxe inouï », — et je suis à vos genoux.

Que j’aie réalisé tous vos souvenirs, — que je sois celle qui

sais vous garrotter, — je vous étoufferai.

blues

*ready to go

foofighter

and i said to the judge: "between steven seagal and chuck norris i prefer chuck norris"
-why?
-because he can fight wearing jeans
-yes, that is a very good reason

toys

you'll never know how much i really love you
you'll never know how much i really care

lalala la la lala la laaaaaa*

*i like ringo's nose

nihilism

life without music would be a mistake*

*no doubts about it

justice

hungry chair

*the one who was sitting there has been eaten (bye-bye)

!

i wanted to post a picture, but this doesnt allow me to do it

this sucks!!

BTW: what the hell does cocutu mean?

simple

*your wish is my command

iluminación*

In the Zen Buddhist tradition, satori refers to a flash of sudden awareness, or individual enlightenment, and is considered a "first step" towards nirvana.
Satori is the raison d'être of Zen, without which Zen is no Zen. Therefore every contrivance, disciplinary and doctrinal, is directed towards satori.

*a light that never...(so zen)

sunday

*another catholic boy...oh my goat! (?)

missed

a

*ei
** or maybe hey

secret

t e m o

pixieland

and she is still collecting and collecting stuffs (or stamps)*

*poor poor her! she's so stupid sometimes... always in fact (?)

2,3

Toward that sweet nest where I remained though parting,
And where the better part of me still lingers,
Whether the weary sun returns or leaves,
I always spread the wings of my desire.
And still from time to time I blame myself
For never having used device or force
To stay with you, knowing, away from you,
A thousand times a day I die while living.
My doubtful feet were moved by constant hope
That you would follow soon to visit me,
Extend my fleeting life a little longer.
Observe, my lord, the promise you have given:
To come and make these dreary shores alive,
Joyous and loved, and me grateful and happy.

Gaspara Stampa

*nothing much to say, i guess

*

you can never get enough

enough of this stuff

*poet

in my soul's dark mirror

are pictures of never-seen seas,

of abandoned, tragic imaginary lands,

dissolving into the blue the thereabouts.

thankyou for so much and sorry for so little*

offer

rilke's mother dressed him up as a girl till the age of five.
it was because rilke's sister had died before and the mother couldnt afford the death of her little daughter.
there is a picture of rilke at the age of 6, and his mother wrote somethig like this: "my boy with his first small trousers"*

*when you get the book and be ready, let me know and give me a shout (if you want, sure) because i'll be waiting

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9.10.67

i had a brother

we never saw each other but it didnt matter

i had a brother

who walked around the jungle

while i was sleeping

i loved him in my way

i took his voice

as free as the water

i walked for a while

close to his shadow.

we never saw each other

but it didnt matter,

my brother was awoke

while i was sleeping

my brother was showing to me

behind the night

his chosen star.

julio cortázar, 1967

panic

one day i will be the one "in crisis"
and the crack of 1929 will seem a little joke at mi side
believe me (?)*

*panic on the streets of london... lalala lala lalalala

poet*

"i think, i dreamed of falling leaves,

of wide forests and dark lakes,

of sad words' echo-

however, i could not understand their meaning."

*thankyou for so much and sorry for so little

SURfin'

tango

yo quiero morir contigo,

sin confesión y sin dios,

crucificado en mi pena,

como abrazado a un rencor.

yeh

*?been you have where ------------>

Train

*agnes is a great name for a second name

** i like trains so much

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i

*

could say: miss thou

sure. could

but wont

walk

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

rilke

*let's go in the water
take me for a walk.

o.o

ok, i confess it: i always liked fat guys*

*this is the proof

hunger

and spiderman is always hungry*

*"you make make me hungry for you"

poet

"The poetry in greek has exactly this meaning: poetry (poiesis) means "to make that something extraordinary happens". The scots use the word maker (the one that makes) to refer to a poet, but often they write it makar that in greek is makarios and means "blessed" or "happy".

Robert Graves, Difficult questions, easy answers

*and jorge luis borges has a poem named "el hacedor" that means: the maker

tripping

"Kublai Khan had noticed that Marco Polo's cities were looking alike, as if the step of one to other was not implying a trip but a change of elements. Now, of every city that Marco described, the mind of the Great Khan was based on his own, and dismantled the city piece by piece, he reconstructed it differently, replacing ingredients, displacing them, investing them.
Marco meanwhile continued describing his trip, but the emperor already was no longer listening and interrupted him:
- From now on i will be who describes the cities and you will verify if they exist and if they are like i have thought them."

Italo Calvino, The invisible cities

* and cortazar's carachter which name is Traveller never travelled at all

muZiK

*i'm in love with my guitar

mindly

because it is hard to believe but everytime that she takes a walk around that circular church and the park that is in front of it, she cant avoid thinking about somebody who has never been there*

*sometimes the mind plays the most dangerous tricks...

springtime

what i like the most about the spring is that you feel that you are still in time for everything*

*well in fact probably for "almost" everything
**to be honest maybe you are "almost" still
***ok, ok, let's recognize it: with all the luck you "almost" feel

wantU

*and if it's the last thing i ever do: i'm gonna get you

enchanted

J.C
even a little frog could beat him

*enchanted froggie