Intercessors: german ballet pop

Semionova / Grönemeyer

Five talking books

Reich and Adorno are something like a "Nietzsche for the common man". Both should have read the Foucault from the 70s, if they were alive. Derrida started the deconstruction work. But it's Deleuze that explains it all. Deleuze is our saviour.
These are all Nietzsche's descendents. But while Nietzsche was bipolar (dangerous), we close the XXs century with a proudly consistent schizophrenic Deleuze (saviour).

* Wilhelm Reich; Listen, Little Man!
* Theodor W. Adorno; Minima Moralia
* Michel Foucault; Security, Territory, Population
* Jaques Derrida, Of Grammatology
* Gilles Deleuze; Pourparlers

Nietzsche said: "We are dead, you should play!" and all the others (decendents) said: "no, let's take a look again!"
Foucault said: "We are in jail!"
Reich said: "You are in jail!"
Adorno said: "Jail sucks!"
Derrida said: "This is all a meaning-play!"
and Deleuze closes it saying: "Let's play then!"

Futuro:

É bom não saber que futuro teremos. Nada de mal vai acontecer, não tenhas medo.
É bom podermos vir a ser tudo, é bom podermos vir a ser nada. E ter os sonhos todos.
Ah, um axioma para esta teoria: futuro, não preciso de ti!

Amigo:

Gosto de ti, cheio de virtudes e defeitos. Aproveito e partilho contigo as coisas que temos em comum e nos ligam. Evito (aceito) os teus defeitos. Faço o mesmo com todos os outros amigos. Tenho amigos com quem tenho laços mais fortes, outros menos. E nenhuns são os laços perfeitos e todos encerram em si algo de perfeito, por serem únicos.
Ah, um axioma para esta teoria: amigo, não preciso de ti!

Sold

I almost died OR the fragility of life OR let's go?

I almost died, and since then, since now, I am constantly almost dying. In theory.
I can cease to exist in a fraction of a second AND this makes my life, my second, this one, a gift. This is an easy one, hey? But this is an ever recurrent gift.

Can you keep in mind, every second, that you can cease to exist the next moment?

What would your ethics be? This constant awareness of the fragility of life takes me to new ethical perspectives, particularly about avoiding all types of conflict and all types of waste. I am reading the Tao Te Ching... that's probably the reason why I am writing this... and it's funny because, no tomorrow, typically means, for an healthy catholic mind, no morals... but now it's rather obvious to me, no tomorrow, means, no conflict, no waste...

Not so far as the Tao Te Ching, once, I don't really remember when, I applied for a job in Ulaanbaatar. I was probably dreaming.
Just as tonight...Paris, Paris, Paris... Scotland? Stockholm and Copenhagen Berlin Poland? and Estonia, Latvia? Probably not... Turkey, Georgia, and some...istan, oh yeah! and then the train (not the country!), south africa, then madagascar and moçambique will be missing.

I will have to do it even faster this time. And then Ulaanbaatar. Or am i just dreaming...

Wagnerian Drawings and Rattles

I think I am finally starting to understand what is Wagner.

We can use either drawings or Rattles. Two ways of visualizing this musical beauty.

I met Simon Rattle in Nice, Opera House playing the Tchaikovsky's Pathetic (I think I wrote about this before). It's amazing how he "draws" this music (minute 2:30 of the video).

O Te, a merda ou o conflito

Sejamos francos, a maioria das vidas são uma merda, embrenhadas de conflitos, privações e frustrações. Para quê ter uma vida?
Havia o dia em que eu acreditava no estabelecido, "naquilo que está", e dizia, estamos a melhorar, estamos bem. Vamos lá!
Mas que interessa estarmos a evoluir?
Mas que interessa estarmos na merda?
Para quê ter uma vida?
Para quê a merda e o conflito?

Well, easy peasy! Dependence. We need, we want, thus, we take, "we greed" BUT The BUT and we fall. Oh Henry!
And what a wonder, and power, and full, feelings ... being able to disconnect. Oh Henry!
Divine ascestism, divine nihilism.

(this is me playing with "My Answer to the Question", making fun of the Tao, of myself, of suicide, and finally, of Miller... I have to explain why this blog is called Pobre Coitado before I forget).

Or maybe I should just go back to Miller...
"I am a free man - and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. What do you want of me? (...) I owe nothing to any one. I would be responsible to God alone — if He existed!", Henry Miller

inexhaustible - miller and hermeto

As long as it remains inexhaustible, I will be. As long as I find books and vinyls as I found today, I will be.

Paris 1934 - Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
Miller makes me laugh out loud with his cunt international.
Tropic of cancer is an amazing positive line of flight, out of our conceptual-moral reality. Long live his drunken whores and filthy gutters, and his laughter and mine. He is like one of those drunken characters you meet on the street at night: the Chilean cocaine addict singing in Puno or even Paulo or the Beat generation 20 years before. But this drunkard managed to write a book so that sober people can meet him... things the intellectual culture does not keep or grasp. Or does it? With Miller's friends.
May we find such a consistent and vibrant line of flight! The two deterritorialization dimensions here are the extreme deterritorialization of the hedonist present and the respective reterritorialization on the cunt. Reterritorialization on the cunt, ahahahah!

São Paulo 1984 - Happy Parrot, Hermeto Pascoal
Hermeto is just like Miller, a laugh, a 5+3 laugh.

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