daily nietzsche 2

Fireste se stie ca anii de scoala sunt grei,

Risipa de chin, oboseala si munca.

and another mardale, right on point

daily nietzsche 1

o noua initiativa: voi posta aici parti importante din Nietzsche. foarte scurte. sa vad cat tine. poate si niste imagini bune. hell knows.

Prietene draga, de ce nu mi-ai scris de atata amar de vreme?

Am tot asteptat, numarand zile si ceasuri.

de data asta un mardale vero, this guy changed my life as a kid and still surprises me. este clar un grafician pe alcaline.

Boys and their plastic toys

Say no to GUNS! the whole imaginary argument is such a hoax. give them a pink truck or a barbie doll and their imagination will trully explode :)

an article from BBC News, Toy weapons 'help boys to learn'

by Bertolt Brecht

Bad Time for Poetry

Yes, I know: only the happy man
Is liked. His voice

Is good to hear. His face is handsome.

In my poetry a rhyme

Would seem to me almost insolent.

Inside me contend

Delight at the apple tree in blossom

And horror at the house-painter’s speeches.

But only the second

Drives me to my desk.

Changing the Wheel

I sit by the roadside

The driver changes the wheel.

I do not like the place I have come from.

I do not like the place I am going to.

Why with impatience do I

Watch him changing the wheel?

from Letter to the Actor Charles Laughton

Concerning the Work on the Play

The Life of Galileo

Again and again I turned actor, demonstrating

A character’s gestures and tone of voice, and you

Turned writer. Yet neither I nor you

Stepped outside his proffesion.

I, the Survivor

I know of course: it’s simply luck

That I’ve survived so many friends. But last night in a dream

I heard those friends say of me: ‘Survival of the fittest’

And I hated myself.

I'm going to the doctor

this time...

BENWAY
by William S. Burroughs

Burroughs as Dr. Benway

The lavatory has been locked for three hours solid…. I think they are using it for an operating room….

NURSE: 'I can’t find her pulse, doctor.'

DR. BENWAY: 'Maybe she got it up her snatch in a finger stall.'

NURSE: 'Adrenalin, doctor?'

DR. BENWAY: 'The night porter shot it all up for kicks.' He looks around and picks up one of those rubber vacuum cups at the end of a stick they use to unstop toilets…. He advances on the patient…. 'Make an incision, Doctor Limpf,' he says to his appalled assistant…. 'I’m going to massage the heart.'

Dr. Limpf shrugs and begins the incision. Dr. Benway washes the suction cup by swishing it around in the toilet-bowl….

NURSE: 'Shouldn’t it be sterilized, doctor?'

DR. BENWAY: 'Very likely but there’s no time.' He sits on the suction cup like a cane seat watching his assistant make the incision…. 'You young squirts couldn’t lance a pimple without an electric vibrating scalpel with automatic drain and suture…. Soon we’ll be operating by remote control on patients we never see…. We’ll be nothing but button pushers. All the skill is going out of surgery…. All the know-how and make-do… Did I ever tell you about the time I performed an appendectomy with a rusty sardine can? And once I was caught short without instrument one and removed a uterine tumor with my teeth. That was in the Upper Effendi, and besides…'

DR. LIMPF: 'The incision is ready, doctor.'

Dr. Benway forces the cup into the incision and works it up and down. Blood spurts all over the doctors, the nurse and the wall…. The cup makes a horrible sucking sound.

NURSE: 'I think she’s gone, doctor.'

DR. BENWAY: 'Well, it’s all in the day’s work.' He walks across the room to a medicine cabinet…. 'Some fucking drug addict has cut my cocaine with Saniflush! Nurse! Send the boy out to fill this RX on the double!'


photo from here

not to survive

Dear goddess

Crash into the crystalline damp of the full moon

Offer naturalist opium

Cancel the apocalypse

And buy me a drink

How much is gonna cost to slaughter a mirror?

Earth-core makes my throat sore

I can quote any pop artist:

Death and destruction

Asthma – just a touch

Paranoia – just a touch

Valley of death – just a touch

Sensationalism – just a touch

Who wants to be a decoy?

Plenty of mucus in bronchial tubes

Fragments of glass in the sea

I am not bullet proof

I want to buy some hard liquor

Based on crimes and lies

Our writing sleeps

Abyme

Discuss our tactics

To fight the mirror

I see the moon

In the valley of extraterrestrial activities

Be feel indulge

Ongoing depression

Unsuitable anthology of madness

Falling

Ballad for Bad Boys

I expect brutality and exploitation to appear

Bad Boys

One case in point:

Todesfuge – sleep with the machinery

Plain looking caftans and flowing skirts

Going along with an old hat input

Sex kittens

In a courtroom drama

I would choose not to survive

Notes on Frida Kahlo's diary

• Frida is going to a concert: she arrives late and the sound of her sumptuous jewelry covers the orchestra and everyone is looking at her box, the concert doesn’t count anymore. An Aztec goddess, Coatlicue, a deity wrapped in her skirts of serpents, exhibiting her lacerated hands, like trophies. Or maybe Tlazolteotl, the vulture that has to devour filth to keep the universe clean. Earrings are as big as cartwheels; her rings transform her hands into claws.always hiding her tortured body, shriveled leg, broken foot, orthopedic corsets

• always hiding her tortured body, shriveled leg, broken foot, orthopedic corsets
• under the spectacular finery of the peasant Mexican woman, who kept jealously the ancient jewelry hidden away, protected from poverty, only to be shown at the great fiestas.

• Laces, ribbons, long skirts, rustling petticoats, braids, flowery peasant blouses, garnet-coloured shawls, moonlike headdresses[1] - form of humour, great disguise, theatrical, self-fascinated form of auto-eroticism, a call to imagine the suffering naked body underneath and discover its secrets[2]
• Her clothes were a manner of dressing for paradise, of preparing for death.
• “Kahlo, disguised in many clothes, a Saint Joan of the liberating culture of the Revolution”[3] : dressing and undressing, wearing her clothes were ceremonial acts, laborious, regal, ritualistic
• “I am not sick, I am broken.”
• Fooling death, fooling around with death, in her language, death was: La Mera Dientona [old buck teeth], La Tostada [The Toasted One], La Chingada [the Fucked One], La Catrina [The Belle of the Ball], La Pelona [The Hairless Bitch], La Tia de las Muchachas [The Girls’ Aunt]
• Nietzsche: Whoever has built a new heaven has found the strength for it only in his own hell[4]
• proud and defiant in her denim cloths and proletarian, urchin-like cloth caps, together with Las Cachuchas [The Caps]
• internal darkness under midday light, fantasy within realism – influences on the art of Frida
• Defenderse de los Cabrones – lifetime slogan
• Broken spinal column, collarbone, ribs, pelvis, left shoulder forever out of joint, one feet crushed, handrail crashed into her back and came out through her vagina
• Naked and bloodied, covered with gold dust
• Pain destroys language, pain is indescribable (Virginia Woolf)
• Nietzche decided to call his pain Dog
• Frida as a speaker for pain[1]
• 32 operations
• from 1944 she wore eight corsets
• in 1953 – her leg is amputated
• her wounded back “smelling like a dead dog”
• loses her fetuses in pools of blood
• forever surrounded by clots, chloroform, bandages, needles, scalpels
• personal suffering transformed into art, an art that is shared, not impersonal
• a ribbon around a bombshell – Andre Breton about her art
• she loved Laurel and Hardy, the Three Stooges, Chaplin, the Marx Brothers
• beauty as truth and knowledge: Frida’s legacy to the marginal, invisible, faceless men and women, when only photogenic and shocking images merit a vision
• I am writing to you with my eyes
• sexual and political Mexican art- censored in US, in order to preserve their fake innocence, forget their dirty history: genocide of native Indians, rape and robbery of their land, Black slavery, wars against weaker nations, territorial annexations, robber barons, capitalist exploitation, urban violence – American culture is left without appropriate, lasting beautiful images of its own violence.
• The internal oneiric change is inseparable from external, political, material, liberating change: marriage of Freud and Marx. In Frida’s subversiveness that would be the marriage between Woody Allen and Groucho Marx.
• The more I loved her, the more I wanted to hurt her. (Diego Rivera)
• I cannot, I cannot! [F on socialist realism]
• Deep down, you understand me, you know I adore you. You are not only something that is mine, you are me myself. [love letter to Alejandro Gomez Arias]
• Her voice was deep, rebellious, punctuated by caracajades [belly laughs] and leperadas [four-letter words].
• Theatrical persona – practical and linguistic jokes
• Love for carpas and cantinas, joy in singing and enjoying Mexican music
• She could sing couplets like La Malaguena with a perfect falsetto.
• Friend with carpenters, bartenders, shoemakers, anarchists, servants
• She was using a lot of diminutives, charming the words – form of defense against arrogance and oppression, a form of anesthesia.
• F vocabulary: Chaparitta – small women, chulito – male friends, doctorcito, herself: Chiquita, chicuita, Friducha
• Like Diego, she was baffled by gringo faces and could not paint them, they looked like "half-baked rolls". On her American female imitators: they look like “cabbages”.
• Mr Ford, are you jewish? [F. to renowned anti-semite Henry Ford]

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[1] Carlos Fuentes, p.12

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[1] Carlos Fuentes, “Introduction” in The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait, New York: Harry N. Abrams, Inc., 1995, p. 7

[2] p.22-23

[3] Carlos Fuentes, p.11

[4] p. 24