unremitting Laus
membership of the caterpillar timidly , reign
horizon corner of my perception
reluctant lords of metropolitan development
referred to escape the prospect
commuter geometry, perhaps non-Euclidean, the reluctance of Sense
dominant uncertainty while the mass horrible that its slogan
the promoter Christmas
sponsored by a chain of jewelers who patented the Moldovan
human heart and has produced an artifact cheap
full of more meaning than
I know I'll always be what I will not watch without saying a word Leviathan
of global financial instability
that grinds, locking jaws multipolar
the latest outrage last joke and
I'm holding my breath explodes
like the leaves of a Flamboyant
as malignant embolus medial
that timely information from the wound fester
'll eat shit, "said Colonel
Friday, December 12, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Why Are My Wisdom Teeth Falling Apart
The folly, fate, death: Philip Roth still
A seventy-five years and made several nominations, never substantial shape, the Nobel Prize, Philip Roth continues to impress with a new novel, " indignation , "Released a few weeks in the U.S. and Britain. A tragic story, somewhere between Shakespeare and horror film, which recounts the descent into hell of a college freshman, Marcus Messner, in spite of himself involved in a series of unfortunate events that lead inexorably to his fate. With extraordinary ability to innovate while remaining himself, Roth's novel reinvents training and declines in a lucid digression on the eternal struggle between the desire for freedom and conformity, at the bottom always triumphant. Marcus pays its desire for solitude, the choice to refuse the direct clashes, ambition to be himself on his own terms. The company does not allow it, and his righteous indignation is what triggers the events that will destroy .
A 13 years' Sabbath's theater ", a monumental and perhaps underestimated novel that launched one of the most astonishing literary maturity of our time, Philip Roth masterfully continues to tell the Jewish world, sex, rebellion and, in recent years more and more death. And the Sabbath, and desperately wicked puppeteer the human , the character seems to be farthest from Marcus' indignation ", defined the New York Review of Books "the best guy in the world." Yet Roth, whose ability to tell the depths with light weight makes it increasingly apparent Shakespeare, page after page bridges the gap between the two, which basically appear as two sides of same coin : men who tried furiously to mark their own way, their loves, their obsessions and were ultimately defeated. By whom? Probably the world, but perhaps also by fate and by someone who claims the right and claim to hold the Truth.
The American press spoke of a book "weird," someone is also a "mistake" Roth, although "intriguing." But " indignation" seems the natural consequence of the path Rotho recent years, marked by the survey deeper and far from any complacency in the decline, physical, psychological and moral men. Trying desperately to oppose it with that vitality that has made an immortal Nathan Zuckerman, but not been seduced before infinite horror with which they have to reckon with. It 's so for Sabbath, but also for Seymour Levov, the magnificent "Swedish" in "American Pastoral , and Coleman Silk, the enigmatic teacher of" The Human Stain . And the horror, death, emptiness, silence pervades the other major novels of the twenty-first century as "The Dying Animal ", " Everyman," "The Phantom leaves the scene." But it is curious and ingenious in that circle, at least for now, is a guy who looks at life and not an elderly novelist who tells in first person their odyssey in old age. Marcus does not want to become a writer, Marcus seeks only to follow its own path without disappointing those who believe in him and without giving up their beliefs. You will find, set in a state of eternal narrator, who must give up everything except the memories. And the only way of salvation at that point will be the story, the narrative. Not enough to save our lives, but it is perhaps the only way that Roth can show us to try to overcome, at least in part, fear that in his horror novels we see under the coating of reality.
A seventy-five years and made several nominations, never substantial shape, the Nobel Prize, Philip Roth continues to impress with a new novel, " indignation , "Released a few weeks in the U.S. and Britain. A tragic story, somewhere between Shakespeare and horror film, which recounts the descent into hell of a college freshman, Marcus Messner, in spite of himself involved in a series of unfortunate events that lead inexorably to his fate. With extraordinary ability to innovate while remaining himself, Roth's novel reinvents training and declines in a lucid digression on the eternal struggle between the desire for freedom and conformity, at the bottom always triumphant. Marcus pays its desire for solitude, the choice to refuse the direct clashes, ambition to be himself on his own terms. The company does not allow it, and his righteous indignation is what triggers the events that will destroy .
A 13 years' Sabbath's theater ", a monumental and perhaps underestimated novel that launched one of the most astonishing literary maturity of our time, Philip Roth masterfully continues to tell the Jewish world, sex, rebellion and, in recent years more and more death. And the Sabbath, and desperately wicked puppeteer the human , the character seems to be farthest from Marcus' indignation ", defined the New York Review of Books "the best guy in the world." Yet Roth, whose ability to tell the depths with light weight makes it increasingly apparent Shakespeare, page after page bridges the gap between the two, which basically appear as two sides of same coin : men who tried furiously to mark their own way, their loves, their obsessions and were ultimately defeated. By whom? Probably the world, but perhaps also by fate and by someone who claims the right and claim to hold the Truth.
The American press spoke of a book "weird," someone is also a "mistake" Roth, although "intriguing." But " indignation" seems the natural consequence of the path Rotho recent years, marked by the survey deeper and far from any complacency in the decline, physical, psychological and moral men. Trying desperately to oppose it with that vitality that has made an immortal Nathan Zuckerman, but not been seduced before infinite horror with which they have to reckon with. It 's so for Sabbath, but also for Seymour Levov, the magnificent "Swedish" in "American Pastoral , and Coleman Silk, the enigmatic teacher of" The Human Stain . And the horror, death, emptiness, silence pervades the other major novels of the twenty-first century as "The Dying Animal ", " Everyman," "The Phantom leaves the scene." But it is curious and ingenious in that circle, at least for now, is a guy who looks at life and not an elderly novelist who tells in first person their odyssey in old age. Marcus does not want to become a writer, Marcus seeks only to follow its own path without disappointing those who believe in him and without giving up their beliefs. You will find, set in a state of eternal narrator, who must give up everything except the memories. And the only way of salvation at that point will be the story, the narrative. Not enough to save our lives, but it is perhaps the only way that Roth can show us to try to overcome, at least in part, fear that in his horror novels we see under the coating of reality.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Communication Boards For Victims Of Stroke
V edo in this world that the language of our three-legged brain creates many difficulties for those who want to "wake up".
Language creates and expresses the concepts more than anything else, and within these chains are also those who felt (but not yet realized) that it is all a hoax.
Yes, because even if, after so much suffering investigation "sees" that there is no separation between things, it's all a game in the light of the 'I am', that life has a purpose, not There is nothing to attain or achieve, which, as said Siddhartha, "nothing is unchangeable except change" that time and space are not only false but also fickle, and because of the relative certainty (all false) etc etc. , c 'you always "someone" in the face that expresses a concept of separation with the language and try to bring you "back."
rating in the language!
not perceptions, comments, in its inevitable, but reviews and certainty!
It 's like every banner, every phrase and every gesture almost say "it is true that we are all" me "separate".
For this, I think, that the mind is so difficult to eliminate certain beliefs, because there is always a hologram of the matrix to be clinging to a court any advertising (which can be expressed precisely in a special way with language) to delude of his "personal" identity.
If there were no language would be very difficult to express the idea (false, as indeed all) to be conscious and alive, confuse the 'I' with something.
This is demonstrated by the fact that, for example, asserts that most men "do not know if the plants have a consciousness, a sense of self."
this question (completely absurd and meaningless) leaves us men to understand that we have it limited to body and mind ... and indeed he is so ... unfortunately.
All this talk is to say that when we begin to glimpse, and then convince more and more that the true identity has nothing to do with the concepts and that there is no real universe apart "The absolute ego," not in can express it with serenity to almost anyone, except for a small group of Buddhist monks from somewhere, and (God bless) the Internet, which sites on these "philosophies" is overused more porn sites, though, apart from rare cases , are less useful to them for free from the lies of the ego (probably not even that exception).
So when there's the sponge "Understanding", with her husband, the soap "Love," and begin the brainwashing to clean it from the certainties, they are immediately driven back only by the "own" ego, by all men around him that, using the language, in any attempt way to re-stick their labels that end with "this is true" where he had just released a bit 'of space.
It 's hard, in short ... or "not hard".
And the road is uphill, because you know what maybe (if all goes "well") in the future will be "live" only as a body-mind moving aimlessly until his death and will continue to carry the name that gave him birth, but that currently still identifies himself as "self", from now on will have a hard life, necessarily lonely (inside), but above all they must adeguasi to falsehood, if you do not want to be interned or suffer hunger and exclusion ... will never believe without express falsehoods.
If you want to continue to live decently, n on is free to say what, in his view, is discovering the truth and more like so much in need of constant reminder, when, if he did, I suppose that the process of transformation of the mind will be beneficial.
Seeing forced due to force majeure to continue to "ignore it" with "others" and meet their opinions in the long run, he ends up strengthening them.
and 'how to decide to stop the habit of smoking while continuing to smoke all the time ... otherwise you Fine hopeless.
statement that "I do not know who I am ... nothing has its own essence and existence ... we are all the same "thing" ... unconditional love is the only thing that gives the happiness ... "and declare the lies and contradictions he sees, the mind can not express it (so that it can fully realize the) in society ... only within themselves, otherwise they will get nailed to a cross.
It 's the point!
The mind is gullible to believe absolutely any kind .... what goes front while "asleep" (just think of the dreams to realize.)
Because of this "sleep" I believed (or rather, occurred only in the mind) to concepts such as: the death of non-being ... ... being ... They have created a separation between day and night "with consequent fears that have in turn created the very objects of fear.
The fact is that if it took so little to develop them, then you can believe it (note: believe, believe) that it will be difficult to eliminate even these concepts ... but not, for the simple reason that these appearances when they trimmed the IO price of your Indeed, his mind was clear, virgin, and now that the intelligence test to re-release, it is occupied by a whole army of these concepts (external and internal world) ready to defend each other just to stay alive .
O take much courage, if you believe that coherence between thought and action is essential to the realization of the mind, or, if you think that the martyrs do not serve the purpose, then it takes attention and superhuman vigilance and remember to always pretend that you are just playing and "We are not those characters."
"What is your truest identity?" Asked the old tobacconist Bombay.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Elfa Tracks Vs And Rubbermaid Compatible
In Mantua, with Lewis and Schiele
A troubled life, an art and a provocative dark and decadent Vienna: these are the ingredients of the fictional biography of the expressionist painter Egon Schiele that marks the literary debut of Lewis Crofts, 31 year old English journalist and writer . "The pornographer diVienna ," published in Italy by Marco Tropea is a fascinating novel that reconstructs the life and work of Schiele, starting with the honeymoon worrying parents and going until his death. In the middle run demons art and passion, the artist declines in essential works and scandalous, which will cost over long periods of poverty and the prison before receiving academic consecration. But even that triumph will be sung at decadent period in which the Hapsburg empire live his last years.
"I wanted to capture the power of the paintings in the writing - Lewis Crofts has told us in an exciting encounter in Mantua -. probably can not make art about art , but at least we you can try. "'s novel Crofts happily combines history and invention (" On the one hand you are bound by the facts, but then you're also free to imagine the people behind the pictures ") and refers to the great Central European tradition of nineteenth century. In particular the relationship between Schiele and his father suggests aKafka, but Crofts widens the field: "I took inspiration from Kafka, but in general terms. If you want to understand Europe you have many models of that period: Kafka, but also Schnitzler, Freud, Wittgenstein , Mahler, Klimt, Kokoschka. The environment in which they were born their work was very important. "And in" The Pornographer of Vienna "the environment of the city, grim as ever, plays a essential part, so much so that star quasial be like the painter.
If the setting of the book is late-nineteenth century, the models that inspired Crofts are milestones of the twentieth century: first Vladimir Nabokov, which combines the research "in the language and style. When you think of 'Lolita' - Crofts told us - it's amazing how one can be fascinated, even after a hundred pages, from a character that is most likely a pedophile. Schiele is not a pedophile, he is a character issue and I'm fascinated by him. It 's a great ability to make interesting the bad characters. " A talent like Crofts also identified in the Milan Kundera, "good at finding the dark side and make them attractive. "When asked if she feels a bond with great novelists of the nineteenth century social , to Dickens or Balzac, Crofts said:" I wanted to capture the company diVienna before the First World War, but did not want Dostoyevsky or Dickens do as they write hundreds of pages and create hundreds of characters. They have done a great fresco, my book is inspired by the paintings of Schiele , which are very simple and limited. I used short paragraphs, in short strokes. "
Lewis Crofts The novel describes the last days of an era that went to the forfeiture without many realize it." Decadence - told us about Vienna of the time - came out in secret, for example, when people went into the night with prostitutes. Today decay is public. Schiele for the decline is manifestavas oprattutto the dishonesty and hypocrisy. "Yet, the crisis in society will come to celebrate it as a great artist:" The paradox of great artists - added Crofts - is that they attack the establishment of which are part . Egon Schiele and resolve the problem by becoming part of the system. "But his paintings are - disturbing, fascinating and enigmatic - to tell us that in the end not everything can be normalized. And the novel Crofts confirms it.
A troubled life, an art and a provocative dark and decadent Vienna: these are the ingredients of the fictional biography of the expressionist painter Egon Schiele that marks the literary debut of Lewis Crofts, 31 year old English journalist and writer . "The pornographer diVienna ," published in Italy by Marco Tropea is a fascinating novel that reconstructs the life and work of Schiele, starting with the honeymoon worrying parents and going until his death. In the middle run demons art and passion, the artist declines in essential works and scandalous, which will cost over long periods of poverty and the prison before receiving academic consecration. But even that triumph will be sung at decadent period in which the Hapsburg empire live his last years.
"I wanted to capture the power of the paintings in the writing - Lewis Crofts has told us in an exciting encounter in Mantua -. probably can not make art about art , but at least we you can try. "'s novel Crofts happily combines history and invention (" On the one hand you are bound by the facts, but then you're also free to imagine the people behind the pictures ") and refers to the great Central European tradition of nineteenth century. In particular the relationship between Schiele and his father suggests aKafka, but Crofts widens the field: "I took inspiration from Kafka, but in general terms. If you want to understand Europe you have many models of that period: Kafka, but also Schnitzler, Freud, Wittgenstein , Mahler, Klimt, Kokoschka. The environment in which they were born their work was very important. "And in" The Pornographer of Vienna "the environment of the city, grim as ever, plays a essential part, so much so that star quasial be like the painter.
If the setting of the book is late-nineteenth century, the models that inspired Crofts are milestones of the twentieth century: first Vladimir Nabokov, which combines the research "in the language and style. When you think of 'Lolita' - Crofts told us - it's amazing how one can be fascinated, even after a hundred pages, from a character that is most likely a pedophile. Schiele is not a pedophile, he is a character issue and I'm fascinated by him. It 's a great ability to make interesting the bad characters. " A talent like Crofts also identified in the Milan Kundera, "good at finding the dark side and make them attractive. "When asked if she feels a bond with great novelists of the nineteenth century social , to Dickens or Balzac, Crofts said:" I wanted to capture the company diVienna before the First World War, but did not want Dostoyevsky or Dickens do as they write hundreds of pages and create hundreds of characters. They have done a great fresco, my book is inspired by the paintings of Schiele , which are very simple and limited. I used short paragraphs, in short strokes. "
Lewis Crofts The novel describes the last days of an era that went to the forfeiture without many realize it." Decadence - told us about Vienna of the time - came out in secret, for example, when people went into the night with prostitutes. Today decay is public. Schiele for the decline is manifestavas oprattutto the dishonesty and hypocrisy. "Yet, the crisis in society will come to celebrate it as a great artist:" The paradox of great artists - added Crofts - is that they attack the establishment of which are part . Egon Schiele and resolve the problem by becoming part of the system. "But his paintings are - disturbing, fascinating and enigmatic - to tell us that in the end not everything can be normalized. And the novel Crofts confirms it.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Whats The Best Deoderant For Women
THE RISE ONLY A DREAM
My friends, I am going to tell the story more absurd and incredible never told, if they manage to communicate it.
This is a dream ... so crazy and absurd that you will not be easy to identify with such a world, so far from reality.
I was on a planet of men ... but they were very strange men.
words (and here comes the hard to explain): These men claimed to be individually ... one by one!
That is, they believed unconnected ... divided as their bodies ... claimed that they were alive and independent at the level of essence, to be ... in short, really difficult to explain and imagine.
Besides continually argued that disappeared when the senses, the "they" would be "dead" ... "What is'" would be dead (!!!!???)
This shows that, as I said, still believed to exist individually.
argued that the 'I am' was locked up and limited (or even matched!) To a form!
me laugh, but in the dream was not so funny, because that they believe the "death of Being" (Being tied to time ... I think that nonsense! Thereby have a psyche that was believed to be), led them to try a thing called "fear" or the desire to avoid constant and indelible fact that this (the alleged "death of life") could be ... but the strange contradiction is that they knew (like us) that groups of senses, the individual conscience, is bound to disappear, so their mind is constantly contradicted ... Yes, their brains working in watertight compartments, divided into groups of thoughts that turns and contradicted themselves constantly, without them even realizing it, except in a few rare moments.
That feeling called "fear" is a reaction that was so, to avoid feeling it, they produced in their states of self-protection (fear) called "hate," "jealousy, anger," "envy" "resentment" and many others unknown to us, which produced the absence of happiness and a sense of malaise, which ended for somatization and create physical disease.
I can not explain what these were because I have no idea ... but the consequence was that these they are prevented by repulsion, which attack for the sole purpose of removing, do not share, up even to want to physically eliminate another body-mind ... it disappears and decompose before the natural time, undeterred in supporting that they were not only forms of 'One Being, but that the' I ', identity, "what is" it was their property, or the contents of memory brain.
for "their" hand in this strange dream, perform actions detrimental to their own environment, insignificant gestures that made me think (but you can not, of course, if in a dream) that they did not mind the case, are with Love, so they used this word to indicate the states of arousal or mental confusion.
And then did not bother to show that, constantly, that their skills were better than some other similar, or that their preferences had a valid reason for most of the preferences of others ... but the paradox is that while they thought of this, expressed the opposite, that were obviously fake to try to accept their surroundings.
In the long run even longer able to understand if they were fake or not ... What really felt about things from which they were surrounded.
Their assessment was distorted from an emotional dressing approval or disapproval of what they called "trial", which increased enormously their sense of separation and the consequent lack of happiness, which, as everyone knows, is synonymous with total acceptance.
The most inconceivable of this dream was that I watched these men "judge", that is split between approval or disapproval emotional all the time ... could not do without!
time used it in an equally inexplicable and distorted.
Many of them worked to build bombs that would eliminate hundreds or even thousands of bodies simultaneously, others were busy to mess with any kind of harmful substance, the nature of the planet where they lived and the food we eat, others spent their lives to break up the material, or animals, to see life as it is done ( INCREDIBILEEE, but as he came to mind ... but I say, it was a dream!), or calculate data that does not serve any purpose for the quality of life of the senses ... but the most common activity was present in all views, not only of all kinds and anything that did not even know from personal experience, but such an absurd 'that I can not tell you about it.
work, think, 70% of the day, and 70% a year or so, and for what? to accumulate money (those who could) spent on improving individual properties, obviously for them, they would not have shared with their peers, but they guarded with attachment, making fetishes for psychic satisfaction.
In these men in my dream seemed strange that the objects (and body) had replaced the sense of being.
Then, when they used the time to eliminate one another (not for food, but without purpose), passing many times (which they called "free") to look at moving pictures on a TV screen by the name .
All had a TV that emitted the same images of others ... TV and this made them cry (who knows why), or laugh, or to discuss and judge the time.
was funny, because while watching these pictures, they seemed to lose the connection with the sense of being even more.
Among the many images there was a call football where two teams of men kicking the leather ball, and this thing will turn her on (I wonder why?) Until, at times, to ensure that a body came to murder someone because this leather ball went right instead of left ... unthinkable!
But the beautiful, despite the apparent reason this was not murder those who had sent her there, but another body-mind person who attended the event.
The weird thing beyond belief was the fact that this device is to issue almost exclusively images that reproduced their most distorted and disastrous way of life, giving examples in excess, as if it were normal, and even right!
And you know what I wanted to see were the men? Mechanically reproduced this behavior they had observed, without thinking about, and, what is really possible only in a dream, do not try any resentment even after a long time, except in a few cases. I wandered
the streets, in the dream, and I found not a man ... like us, I mean ... a Human Being ... psychic bodies seemed disconnected from Love.
good luck and of course, was just a dream ... a dream of mine.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Thank You For Hosting A Wedding
Madurai
The beat of dishes and accompanying hands frightened the girl
What flies over the crowd
Barefoot
on that tightrope between the Middle Ages and the day after West
In the chaos of anarchists
motorisciò composedly that dot the High Town Road
afternoon
The cows are sleeping in the nooks of the future
The light poles are torn by a thousand cords
ready to explode into a hiccup overload
Here, where no one has any idea who is his neighbor
Here, where something has already happened
- it seemed impossible -
Where something might still happen
a pedestrian run over, perhaps a reflection of another world
sending cablegrams crackling
From the phonograph to the foot of the temple destruction
But what is the modern elephant
I ask the holy pilgrims
naked, sweaty and dark
The supplier of donuts phosphorescent
But the girl trapeze artist, still staring at me seriously and not
responds
The beat of dishes and accompanying hands frightened the girl
What flies over the crowd
Barefoot
on that tightrope between the Middle Ages and the day after West
In the chaos of anarchists
motorisciò composedly that dot the High Town Road
afternoon
The cows are sleeping in the nooks of the future
The light poles are torn by a thousand cords
ready to explode into a hiccup overload
Here, where no one has any idea who is his neighbor
Here, where something has already happened
- it seemed impossible -
Where something might still happen
a pedestrian run over, perhaps a reflection of another world
sending cablegrams crackling
From the phonograph to the foot of the temple destruction
But what is the modern elephant
I ask the holy pilgrims
naked, sweaty and dark
The supplier of donuts phosphorescent
But the girl trapeze artist, still staring at me seriously and not
responds
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
When Does Tim Horton Hire Part Time
Rick Moody, maximalist
Yes, I am a maximalist . Rick Moody, New Yorker writer born in 1961, has a reassuring smile and eyes, but its pages with stories dripping complex, often lived on a fine line and dangerous, and are supported by a powerful language and multi-faceted, light years away from standard of minimalism. In Italy to present his new book - " three lives ", published by Minimum Fax editing Raymond Carver -, Moody admits that it failed never wanted to follow the example of the great minimalist :" I never wanted to be a writer like this - told in Kilgore a pleasant meeting in Milan -. Since high school I was never a good minimalist, I can not be summarized and simplistic. " It just started reading "Three Lives" by realizing . The novella that opens the book, "The Army Omega", it is a polished route into the madness of a paranoid old billionaire who, while fighting against disease and age-related personal problems, is to aware of a frightening conspiracy and immediately engages in the first person to guarantee national security against enemies of the mysterious "dark-skinned . The key to enter this dark world, Dr. Van Deusen finds in a novel of political fiction and his contact with the security forces is another old man who pretends to be a fisherman, but it is actually a secret agent. And this is just an incomplete summary of the story.
Nothing could be more distant from the machinations of Carver skinny then, and thought that now runs to the masters of postmodernism, such as the elusive Thomas Pynchon. "Alongside the tradition minimalist - Moody told us - there is another literary movement strongly influenced by Europe and the experimental literature that includes Pynchon, but also Don DeLillo, William Gaddis . I feel closer to these writers and I have been trained by John Hawkes and Angela Carter, I feel more akin to their style. If this is maximalism then yes I am a maximalist. " As the definitions are always a bit 'limited, it is nevertheless true that Rick Moody high points, both for the subjects of his stories and for the way he says. But when, again in "The Army Omega", the protagonist understands that should be its aim, that's the story turns from semi grotesque into something different, difficult to circumscribe . It is Moody's prose that marks the difference with periods like this: "As we walk, I heard the whistle a couple of golf balls that I sped by, as small asteroids in the great unknown of this this apocalyptic, but not I have paid the slightest attention. " Or, and here the link with the issues most dear to Pynchon and DeLillo is manifest, a little further on we read: "Perhaps the Fraulein was crying because he knew this life not keep anything of what he promised, that is to say that every human interaction was mediated the sad fact that there surrounded. " The context is not so important, because these phrases own light shine.
style is central to the work of Rick Moody, and when asked how important it is for him the "how" is written , the answer begins with a "not quite there arises the question" which sounds like a veiled charge to those who focus too much on story lines. "My idea - explains the writer - is that everyone has a refined his style, Carver and Hemingway also pointed that, intentionally, to the maximum of restraint. My method is made up of long sentences, complex, full of adjectives and adverbs. " A choice of articulation of the language that fits well in the musical dimension : "I give great importance - the writer has added - either the sound of the language, which joins the simple meaning of words." Sounds, rhythms, kaleidoscope of images that overlap in the long story that closes the book by Moody and Dave Eggers has selected for his anthology of adventure stories have appeared in Italy a few years ago: " Albertine." A novel complex and visionary memory and reality quoting Proust in the title but then somehow reinvented the science fiction genre in key hallucinatory, in the groove in the tradition of Phil Dick. "The distinction between the genres of literature - Moody told us about those who consider children in certain types of writings and writers - is arbitrary and is not written anywhere. I believe that science fiction has the same dignity literature 'traditional' and there are great science fiction writers that I consider great literary writers fully. There is a continuum between literature 'high' and 'low' and novelists such as Dick, JG Ballard or William Gibson can not be pigeonholed in a genre definitions. Dick, for example, can be criticized for some sentence is not perfect, but his ideas are very strong .
"Albertine", in the tradition of the best science-fiction, is nevertheless a story that speaks of our present, particularly the U.S. linked to 11 September. In a New York " day after " depopulated a drug that has the same name of his beloved Proust, which remembers the past, the life that the explosions have blown away with the city. Everything is obviously much more complex and space-time between jumps, future advances, signs of drug resistance, Brooklyn and moments in which the protagonist can " to recite all the poems I had learned in life ", you enter into a vortex of perceptions of gender definition and overrides everything seems to point towards the heart of the firm literature, the place where the writer nuclear power to maneuver its demiurge creator. An interpretation that may override the intentions of Rick Moody, who, while appreciating it, brings us back to a level of reality: "The element of memory - the writer explained - comes from the feeling that after the September 11 public opinion U.S. is trying to forget much of the past political , ie all responsibility for Americans who had helped to create the conditions for the attack terrorist. And at the same time, people wanted remember what was there before the attacks on the World Trade Center . They tried to forget some hard things and remember other intensely, and the memory was like a treasure, but many parts were removed. In 'Albertine' I tried to make this feeling and this paradox. " The
fear, as pointed out by the editor of the book Martina Testa, is one of the red wires of the three stories and, on closer inspection, you feel those stories photographing a country adrift, lost in the maze of their fears. "A year ago - said Rick Moody - The situation was exactly this, for as I saw it. But today they are much more hopeful for the developments we are seeing. " Developments that have a name and a surname: Barack Obama. "It will be an election fought - Moody explained with great interest - but Obama has the chance to make and I support him. He has a good chance of winning, it would be wonderful if the did. " Obama likes to other writers, like Jonathan Safran Foer , who recently told his political passion for the black senator also to the Italian press. Rick Moody adds its voice to Safran and is convinced that not only elites and intellectuals look sympathy with the Democratic candidate. "People are with him - he said - true bases of popular support even if a certain band of white racists could lower classes to resist, especially in the Midwest. They are the ones who supported Hillary Clinton, but if we now make the ticket even this problem can be solved. "
Moody gets excited when he talks about Obama, but as a writer believes in the look sociological more than in, shall we say, political science. "More than politics are interested in describing how people react to fear, for example. Do not try to tell the political atmosphere itself, even if the metaphor does indeed cover the conditions of my country. " Politics and literature, even in the case of an avid writer like Moody, are still different and distant objects and is also perceived to be as the writer, while telling of paranoia, violence between colleagues or an alternate present and apocalyptic, it takes care of his characters. The look is never contemptuous and, indeed, seems to become more affectionate As their situation became more complex and their conditions worse. "The moment of politics - he wanted to explain Moody - is a tool to evoke the psychology of the characters, their inner life and are therefore deserving of attention and affection of contempt, even if they represent political views that I do not agree. " And then, as Salinger brilliantly reminded us at the end of "The Catcher in the Rye", the writer can not not become attached to the characters born from her story: "If you let a character tell his story for a long time - admitted Moody - it becomes impossible not to feel compassion, and this is the role of the writer. " Also a maximalist who declares proudly.
Yes, I am a maximalist . Rick Moody, New Yorker writer born in 1961, has a reassuring smile and eyes, but its pages with stories dripping complex, often lived on a fine line and dangerous, and are supported by a powerful language and multi-faceted, light years away from standard of minimalism. In Italy to present his new book - " three lives ", published by Minimum Fax editing Raymond Carver -, Moody admits that it failed never wanted to follow the example of the great minimalist :" I never wanted to be a writer like this - told in Kilgore a pleasant meeting in Milan -. Since high school I was never a good minimalist, I can not be summarized and simplistic. " It just started reading "Three Lives" by realizing . The novella that opens the book, "The Army Omega", it is a polished route into the madness of a paranoid old billionaire who, while fighting against disease and age-related personal problems, is to aware of a frightening conspiracy and immediately engages in the first person to guarantee national security against enemies of the mysterious "dark-skinned . The key to enter this dark world, Dr. Van Deusen finds in a novel of political fiction and his contact with the security forces is another old man who pretends to be a fisherman, but it is actually a secret agent. And this is just an incomplete summary of the story.
Nothing could be more distant from the machinations of Carver skinny then, and thought that now runs to the masters of postmodernism, such as the elusive Thomas Pynchon. "Alongside the tradition minimalist - Moody told us - there is another literary movement strongly influenced by Europe and the experimental literature that includes Pynchon, but also Don DeLillo, William Gaddis . I feel closer to these writers and I have been trained by John Hawkes and Angela Carter, I feel more akin to their style. If this is maximalism then yes I am a maximalist. " As the definitions are always a bit 'limited, it is nevertheless true that Rick Moody high points, both for the subjects of his stories and for the way he says. But when, again in "The Army Omega", the protagonist understands that should be its aim, that's the story turns from semi grotesque into something different, difficult to circumscribe . It is Moody's prose that marks the difference with periods like this: "As we walk, I heard the whistle a couple of golf balls that I sped by, as small asteroids in the great unknown of this this apocalyptic, but not I have paid the slightest attention. " Or, and here the link with the issues most dear to Pynchon and DeLillo is manifest, a little further on we read: "Perhaps the Fraulein was crying because he knew this life not keep anything of what he promised, that is to say that every human interaction was mediated the sad fact that there surrounded. " The context is not so important, because these phrases own light shine.
style is central to the work of Rick Moody, and when asked how important it is for him the "how" is written , the answer begins with a "not quite there arises the question" which sounds like a veiled charge to those who focus too much on story lines. "My idea - explains the writer - is that everyone has a refined his style, Carver and Hemingway also pointed that, intentionally, to the maximum of restraint. My method is made up of long sentences, complex, full of adjectives and adverbs. " A choice of articulation of the language that fits well in the musical dimension : "I give great importance - the writer has added - either the sound of the language, which joins the simple meaning of words." Sounds, rhythms, kaleidoscope of images that overlap in the long story that closes the book by Moody and Dave Eggers has selected for his anthology of adventure stories have appeared in Italy a few years ago: " Albertine." A novel complex and visionary memory and reality quoting Proust in the title but then somehow reinvented the science fiction genre in key hallucinatory, in the groove in the tradition of Phil Dick. "The distinction between the genres of literature - Moody told us about those who consider children in certain types of writings and writers - is arbitrary and is not written anywhere. I believe that science fiction has the same dignity literature 'traditional' and there are great science fiction writers that I consider great literary writers fully. There is a continuum between literature 'high' and 'low' and novelists such as Dick, JG Ballard or William Gibson can not be pigeonholed in a genre definitions. Dick, for example, can be criticized for some sentence is not perfect, but his ideas are very strong .
"Albertine", in the tradition of the best science-fiction, is nevertheless a story that speaks of our present, particularly the U.S. linked to 11 September. In a New York " day after " depopulated a drug that has the same name of his beloved Proust, which remembers the past, the life that the explosions have blown away with the city. Everything is obviously much more complex and space-time between jumps, future advances, signs of drug resistance, Brooklyn and moments in which the protagonist can " to recite all the poems I had learned in life ", you enter into a vortex of perceptions of gender definition and overrides everything seems to point towards the heart of the firm literature, the place where the writer nuclear power to maneuver its demiurge creator. An interpretation that may override the intentions of Rick Moody, who, while appreciating it, brings us back to a level of reality: "The element of memory - the writer explained - comes from the feeling that after the September 11 public opinion U.S. is trying to forget much of the past political , ie all responsibility for Americans who had helped to create the conditions for the attack terrorist. And at the same time, people wanted remember what was there before the attacks on the World Trade Center . They tried to forget some hard things and remember other intensely, and the memory was like a treasure, but many parts were removed. In 'Albertine' I tried to make this feeling and this paradox. " The
fear, as pointed out by the editor of the book Martina Testa, is one of the red wires of the three stories and, on closer inspection, you feel those stories photographing a country adrift, lost in the maze of their fears. "A year ago - said Rick Moody - The situation was exactly this, for as I saw it. But today they are much more hopeful for the developments we are seeing. " Developments that have a name and a surname: Barack Obama. "It will be an election fought - Moody explained with great interest - but Obama has the chance to make and I support him. He has a good chance of winning, it would be wonderful if the did. " Obama likes to other writers, like Jonathan Safran Foer , who recently told his political passion for the black senator also to the Italian press. Rick Moody adds its voice to Safran and is convinced that not only elites and intellectuals look sympathy with the Democratic candidate. "People are with him - he said - true bases of popular support even if a certain band of white racists could lower classes to resist, especially in the Midwest. They are the ones who supported Hillary Clinton, but if we now make the ticket even this problem can be solved. "
Moody gets excited when he talks about Obama, but as a writer believes in the look sociological more than in, shall we say, political science. "More than politics are interested in describing how people react to fear, for example. Do not try to tell the political atmosphere itself, even if the metaphor does indeed cover the conditions of my country. " Politics and literature, even in the case of an avid writer like Moody, are still different and distant objects and is also perceived to be as the writer, while telling of paranoia, violence between colleagues or an alternate present and apocalyptic, it takes care of his characters. The look is never contemptuous and, indeed, seems to become more affectionate As their situation became more complex and their conditions worse. "The moment of politics - he wanted to explain Moody - is a tool to evoke the psychology of the characters, their inner life and are therefore deserving of attention and affection of contempt, even if they represent political views that I do not agree. " And then, as Salinger brilliantly reminded us at the end of "The Catcher in the Rye", the writer can not not become attached to the characters born from her story: "If you let a character tell his story for a long time - admitted Moody - it becomes impossible not to feel compassion, and this is the role of the writer. " Also a maximalist who declares proudly.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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portrait of the artist Tom McCarthy, a novel to remember
A "novel of lost memories" that falls on the literary scene with the force of a breath of fresh air, which spariglia cards and brings new life to the novel contemporary. "Déjà vu " the 39 year old British artist Tom McCarthy, published in Italy for the types of Isbn is the story of an obsession, but also a kind of manual for look at the reality, from the point of view which refers to Don Quixote and Hamlet, but also to Francis Ponge and the legendary Thomas Pynchon. Everything revolves around a protagonist, "an anti-hero" in the definition of that McCarthy, who, struck by a mysterious object fell from the sky , loses his memory. Built a huge compensation, the nameless man begins to experience the deja vu and, using the millions of pounds of which we have, stages of reconstructions of his few memories complex, involving the following set and everything is recreated in every detail. The search for naturalness, the "fluidity" of the gestures, the lead protagonist and his assistant, the Indian Naz professional facilitator, to go ever further, in an escalation of tension and drama which will culminate on board of a hijacked plane.
"I finished writing the novel - at Kilgore McCarthy said in a meeting in Milan - in July 2001 and when I saw what happened on September 11, I almost thought I was stolen the final." Although dates back almost seven years ago, "Déjà vu" struggled to find a publisher and, after an initial limited edition of 2004, was released in the United States in 2006, the news of June 1, also won the 2007 Believer Book Award. "I am very happy for this award - said the writer -, my book is not meant to win awards including the Pulitzer, is marginal compared to the mainstream." In reality, however, the themes touched by McCarthy are profound and crucial for our time and suggest to the work of Don DeLillo, a novelist who has investigated the information that flows through our lives. "I was certainly influenced by DeLillo - said McCarthy - but he is more conceptual, I wanted that my book was more material, not only ideas but also concrete things. More profound influence - he added the British writer - I feel like Francis Ponge for the observation of objects, as he describes them. But the cinema of Tarkovsky, which takes six minutes to a wall. "
The story told in" Deju vu "is also a chronicle of failure of the attempt to create perfect copies of life." world - explained McCarthy - is always one step ahead. This is a novel anti-idealist, anti-Hegelian . In philosophical terms, there is a great struggle between Bataille and Hegel and Bataille is winner. That is the unpredictability situations, the accounts that do not return, that something more disorienting and creates the heady feeling that captures the anti-hero in the final book.
McCarthy's novel focuses so sul'arte to see, which is to set up almost like a performance of everyday life. "This - the writer said - is the essence of poetry and also
of visual art." A practice to offer a deeper insight into the reality, that makes art a kind of "photographic negative " of reality, which you can duplicate - re-interpret to use the language of "Déjà vu" - thousands of times. "Art survives the reality - McCarthy said -, art is what remains, the residue . "And his novel is a residue of uncommon size, intended to trace. When asked if art can save our lives, But the answer is unequivocal: "No, thank God, no, no, no.
Kilgore But one thing is certain:" Déjà vu "is an important novel, whose magnitude may be able to fully understand only between few years, when remember him as a classic of our times confused.
A "novel of lost memories" that falls on the literary scene with the force of a breath of fresh air, which spariglia cards and brings new life to the novel contemporary. "Déjà vu " the 39 year old British artist Tom McCarthy, published in Italy for the types of Isbn is the story of an obsession, but also a kind of manual for look at the reality, from the point of view which refers to Don Quixote and Hamlet, but also to Francis Ponge and the legendary Thomas Pynchon. Everything revolves around a protagonist, "an anti-hero" in the definition of that McCarthy, who, struck by a mysterious object fell from the sky , loses his memory. Built a huge compensation, the nameless man begins to experience the deja vu and, using the millions of pounds of which we have, stages of reconstructions of his few memories complex, involving the following set and everything is recreated in every detail. The search for naturalness, the "fluidity" of the gestures, the lead protagonist and his assistant, the Indian Naz professional facilitator, to go ever further, in an escalation of tension and drama which will culminate on board of a hijacked plane.
"I finished writing the novel - at Kilgore McCarthy said in a meeting in Milan - in July 2001 and when I saw what happened on September 11, I almost thought I was stolen the final." Although dates back almost seven years ago, "Déjà vu" struggled to find a publisher and, after an initial limited edition of 2004, was released in the United States in 2006, the news of June 1, also won the 2007 Believer Book Award. "I am very happy for this award - said the writer -, my book is not meant to win awards including the Pulitzer, is marginal compared to the mainstream." In reality, however, the themes touched by McCarthy are profound and crucial for our time and suggest to the work of Don DeLillo, a novelist who has investigated the information that flows through our lives. "I was certainly influenced by DeLillo - said McCarthy - but he is more conceptual, I wanted that my book was more material, not only ideas but also concrete things. More profound influence - he added the British writer - I feel like Francis Ponge for the observation of objects, as he describes them. But the cinema of Tarkovsky, which takes six minutes to a wall. "
The story told in" Deju vu "is also a chronicle of failure of the attempt to create perfect copies of life." world - explained McCarthy - is always one step ahead. This is a novel anti-idealist, anti-Hegelian . In philosophical terms, there is a great struggle between Bataille and Hegel and Bataille is winner. That is the unpredictability situations, the accounts that do not return, that something more disorienting and creates the heady feeling that captures the anti-hero in the final book.
McCarthy's novel focuses so sul'arte to see, which is to set up almost like a performance of everyday life. "This - the writer said - is the essence of poetry and also
of visual art." A practice to offer a deeper insight into the reality, that makes art a kind of "photographic negative " of reality, which you can duplicate - re-interpret to use the language of "Déjà vu" - thousands of times. "Art survives the reality - McCarthy said -, art is what remains, the residue . "And his novel is a residue of uncommon size, intended to trace. When asked if art can save our lives, But the answer is unequivocal: "No, thank God, no, no, no.
Kilgore But one thing is certain:" Déjà vu "is an important novel, whose magnitude may be able to fully understand only between few years, when remember him as a classic of our times confused.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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Tigers of light Bialobrzeskie
a virtual city made up of many fragments of various cities. It 'is the objective that the German photographer Peter Bialobrzeskie has arisen at the time to document the new Asian metropolis. A photographic journey that became a book published by contrast, "light Tigers", is now an exhibition will be staged on the streets of Milan in Cinisello Balsamo from 18 May to 13 July. Kilgore Bialobrzeskie met at the International Center of Photography form of Milan, and the photographer told us his understanding of the urban photography: "A city - said in impeccable English - shooting in different ways, depending to what are your intentions. The essence is to capture the sense of place , not just a specific city, but about the idea of city. My dream - added the photographer - was to find a quality that would combine all the city, the idea of \u200b\u200bnot just one city, but a virtual city made up of fragments of various cities . "An attempt that, looking at pictures of "Tigers of light," Kilgore appears to us to be fully successful, both in finding a common link between Hong Kong, Shanghai, Bangkok or Singapore, but in the dream-like dimension that the long exposure and use a camera Large size Bialobrzeskie give the shots.
Asia, with the frenetic growth of the new metropolis, the photographer has offered material for his research, which he also read from a social point of view: "It 's a phenomenon especially Asia, because here there was a great growing middle class that did not exist before. And the development of the city reflects the economic situation of these nations." A dynamism that is also evident in light bursts from urban areas: "The energy of a city - said Bialobrzeskie - is reflected in the issue of light. I wanted to find and photograph transform the energy of these cities . And the control of light, which in some shots of the German photographer is so perfect that it seems even simpler - when in fact it is enormously complex - is one of the reasons why working with the large-format, which allows, through put of 4 or 8 minutes, to "gather all the details of light .
The technical component is one of the elements that characterize the work of every photographer, but Bialobrzeskie alone is not enough . "It 's necessary - he said - to know the technical possibilities, but you also know how to bend the technology to get what you want. Should have in mind in advance what you want to be out of stock. The way I work is to anticipate the possibilities. "
When people think of urban images in Italy the most popular name is to Gabriele Basilico now became an international star thanks to his work on the views of the city. "With Basil - admitted Bialobrzeskie - I share a strong project idea. He is very interested in the structure of the city, a pure structure, but in which people never appear. But I work to make the idea inhabited city, use the coincidences related to the life of the city. I also worked as a photojournalist - added the artist - and I'm still looking for unexpected things: when I find a recovery point, the possibilities of the situation. " Also in the picture Bialobrezski, however, the buildings and the urban fabric are the focus and the human figure, as this, plays a prominent role not . "I think people - told us - as people, not as individuals. But even as those who live their lives within the structures of advanced architectural photographer." But if we ask him if its cities are "non-places" the answer is clear: No, I'm just a different kind of place, of 'very much places' . A definition that we like very much.
a virtual city made up of many fragments of various cities. It 'is the objective that the German photographer Peter Bialobrzeskie has arisen at the time to document the new Asian metropolis. A photographic journey that became a book published by contrast, "light Tigers", is now an exhibition will be staged on the streets of Milan in Cinisello Balsamo from 18 May to 13 July. Kilgore Bialobrzeskie met at the International Center of Photography form of Milan, and the photographer told us his understanding of the urban photography: "A city - said in impeccable English - shooting in different ways, depending to what are your intentions. The essence is to capture the sense of place , not just a specific city, but about the idea of city. My dream - added the photographer - was to find a quality that would combine all the city, the idea of \u200b\u200bnot just one city, but a virtual city made up of fragments of various cities . "An attempt that, looking at pictures of "Tigers of light," Kilgore appears to us to be fully successful, both in finding a common link between Hong Kong, Shanghai, Bangkok or Singapore, but in the dream-like dimension that the long exposure and use a camera Large size Bialobrzeskie give the shots.
Asia, with the frenetic growth of the new metropolis, the photographer has offered material for his research, which he also read from a social point of view: "It 's a phenomenon especially Asia, because here there was a great growing middle class that did not exist before. And the development of the city reflects the economic situation of these nations." A dynamism that is also evident in light bursts from urban areas: "The energy of a city - said Bialobrzeskie - is reflected in the issue of light. I wanted to find and photograph transform the energy of these cities . And the control of light, which in some shots of the German photographer is so perfect that it seems even simpler - when in fact it is enormously complex - is one of the reasons why working with the large-format, which allows, through put of 4 or 8 minutes, to "gather all the details of light .
The technical component is one of the elements that characterize the work of every photographer, but Bialobrzeskie alone is not enough . "It 's necessary - he said - to know the technical possibilities, but you also know how to bend the technology to get what you want. Should have in mind in advance what you want to be out of stock. The way I work is to anticipate the possibilities. "
When people think of urban images in Italy the most popular name is to Gabriele Basilico now became an international star thanks to his work on the views of the city. "With Basil - admitted Bialobrzeskie - I share a strong project idea. He is very interested in the structure of the city, a pure structure, but in which people never appear. But I work to make the idea inhabited city, use the coincidences related to the life of the city. I also worked as a photojournalist - added the artist - and I'm still looking for unexpected things: when I find a recovery point, the possibilities of the situation. " Also in the picture Bialobrezski, however, the buildings and the urban fabric are the focus and the human figure, as this, plays a prominent role not . "I think people - told us - as people, not as individuals. But even as those who live their lives within the structures of advanced architectural photographer." But if we ask him if its cities are "non-places" the answer is clear: No, I'm just a different kind of place, of 'very much places' . A definition that we like very much.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
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The wait was long, slow, impatient but hopeful. And here at last: Monday, May 12 at 23:00 on Fox (channel 110 on Sky): Boris 2 - The Return . Fortunately, another quality program, which alas is in addition to a very narrow elite few and reality television. After the end of Talk to me of the legendary Serena Dandini, I was pleasantly surprised by Tatami of Camila Raznovich, more refined always talk show on Sunday at 23:40 on Rai Tre (the culture and sacrifices). In addition to this there is also pleasing to report back to Italy Live Crozza of Mauritius Crozza, the only time a "normal" (Sunday La7 to 21:30) . If we want to go on the weight (pass me the term) and consolidated discounted quote the great depth program that tells the Italy of today: Annozero and Report the only ones who deserve such recognition. Finally something timeless, light but deliciously ironic, satirical and politically incorrect: the legendary cult sitcom The Simpsons ! So a TV series, a talk show, a pure variety, two news programs and even cartoons: indeed "a large and wide choice! What? Not a reality show? ... No coment, does not arrive, file not found ... Everything else is bored (as would Califano). Shows, shows and series ends in themselves, the alleged wide audience easy to gain the pure and sad mediocrity, or journalism programs that, by their choice of content and construction of transmission, could easily be titled "Who does not stumble strip" ...
We understood each other right?
The wait was long, slow, impatient but hopeful. And here at last: Monday, May 12 at 23:00 on Fox (channel 110 on Sky): Boris 2 - The Return . Fortunately, another quality program, which alas is in addition to a very narrow elite few and reality television. After the end of Talk to me of the legendary Serena Dandini, I was pleasantly surprised by Tatami of Camila Raznovich, more refined always talk show on Sunday at 23:40 on Rai Tre (the culture and sacrifices). In addition to this there is also pleasing to report back to Italy Live Crozza of Mauritius Crozza, the only time a "normal" (Sunday La7 to 21:30) . If we want to go on the weight (pass me the term) and consolidated discounted quote the great depth program that tells the Italy of today: Annozero and Report the only ones who deserve such recognition. Finally something timeless, light but deliciously ironic, satirical and politically incorrect: the legendary cult sitcom The Simpsons ! So a TV series, a talk show, a pure variety, two news programs and even cartoons: indeed "a large and wide choice! What? Not a reality show? ... No coment, does not arrive, file not found ... Everything else is bored (as would Califano). Shows, shows and series ends in themselves, the alleged wide audience easy to gain the pure and sad mediocrity, or journalism programs that, by their choice of content and construction of transmission, could easily be titled "Who does not stumble strip" ... We understood each other right?
Monday, April 21, 2008
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"It's raining ... Government thief!"
Here we are, first post, post election. Large victory for granted and already anticipated Forza Italy, pardon the House of Freedoms, sorry people Liberties; good result for the PDS, DS pardon, pardon PD, sorry DC, but what sodaggisti had not counted was the great success of the Lega Nord (no sorry, but Rome's master thief hides out couiun! ). All right, Italy is like that, but something has changed, something's gone, from now on, or maybe there was a long time. Since Italy is a democratic republic (with many quotes of duty) that had never happened in Parliament lacked the left or communism (if you're among those who like labels only media). And now here we are, of nostalgia, regrets, but why not also hope for a rebirth, a novelty, a real evolution in the future. Already the future ... the only thing I want to think now that one of the elected parties there is not one, but not one that is completely secular. Between winners and losers as the church is Berlusconi wins or loses or not safe. Think about it, always. Ever there was a secular government, not the last: decades of DC, and Berlusconi, a giant left-center (the center but very little to the left). It is said that everything in Italy is always the same even if we have done everything: extreme-right, right, center-right, center, center-left e. .. missing someone! Okay, the people are sovereign, the people decide, the people are free ...
Good five years to all of us.
"It's raining ... Government thief!" Here we are, first post, post election. Large victory for granted and already anticipated Forza Italy, pardon the House of Freedoms, sorry people Liberties; good result for the PDS, DS pardon, pardon PD, sorry DC, but what sodaggisti had not counted was the great success of the Lega Nord (no sorry, but Rome's master thief hides out couiun! ). All right, Italy is like that, but something has changed, something's gone, from now on, or maybe there was a long time. Since Italy is a democratic republic (with many quotes of duty) that had never happened in Parliament lacked the left or communism (if you're among those who like labels only media). And now here we are, of nostalgia, regrets, but why not also hope for a rebirth, a novelty, a real evolution in the future. Already the future ... the only thing I want to think now that one of the elected parties there is not one, but not one that is completely secular. Between winners and losers as the church is Berlusconi wins or loses or not safe. Think about it, always. Ever there was a secular government, not the last: decades of DC, and Berlusconi, a giant left-center (the center but very little to the left). It is said that everything in Italy is always the same even if we have done everything: extreme-right, right, center-right, center, center-left e. .. missing someone! Okay, the people are sovereign, the people decide, the people are free ...
Good five years to all of us.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
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Friday, March 14, 2008
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excerpts from "The Light of Knowledge" Dialogues on Freedom of the Supreme Reality and illusion. Ranjit Maharaj-Editions AEQUILIBRIUM
Contact: When I contemplate my own true nature and immerse myself in the sensation of being, I feel pervaded by a feeling of love that has no cause. And 'this feeling something real or is it an illusion?
MAHARAJ: E 'the bliss of being. simply feel the presence "I am". Did you forget about everything, every concept ... It 'was not a conditional. This feeling of happiness emerges when the object is completely forgotten. However, being still a slight feeling that the end is always a point. Experience a higher state, but is still part of mind. The Self has nothing to do with pleasure or nor suffering, has no sense of self. The illusion is still there, but not take it more to reality. If someone calls you answer, "I'm here." But you're still there before replying: "I'm here." The feeling of being not present, but emerges spontaneously as soon as someone calls you. You can only give something you've experienced in some way. As soon as you feel that there is something you are moving away from reality, you are moving away from yourself. There is nothing wrong with living in the illusion, in the world, but since there can not touch you ... "experience" is not the right word. No words are suitable to express what is beyond anything, beyond the zero, where words can not exist. The state that you describe is certainly a good thing, but you have to go further. You are yourself only when the mind accepts that all he feels is an illusion.
I.: I want to know why some reincarnate be made to help others ...
MAHARAJ: Nobody goes, nobody is. Who told you that? Did you read somewhere part and now you repeat it? E 'nonsense to say that return. Nobody goes, nobody is. This is nothing but a dream. In the dream you believe to be a great teacher, but when you wake up back to being what you are. Who went and who's back? Nothing happened.
I.: If everything is an illusion, she too is an illusion?
MAHARAJ: Oh yes! I am the greatest of illusions! Everything you say this with great passion and sincerity is completely false. But the lies you hear from the Master can take you to your destination. When you go to find someone, you affects the person, not his address. Arrived at the home of that person ... at this point you no longer need the address. The words serve only to mean something, in themselves have no reality. The words are false, but the meaning they express is true ... you have to use the illusion to see the illusion. When you think "I" ... say, 'This is my home, these are my things. "Things on the other hand do not ever say that you belong ... I teach, but I do not expect this or that person should understand. Those who are lucky find the key ... It all depends on his ability, his willingness to understand.
Q: A be made live in a state of happiness? It 's so that it expresses the reality ... or is this an illusion?
MAHARAJ: The reality is the reality is unique, always identical to itself. What need is there to say which is expressed in happiness? If you lose your wallet and someone gives it to you, you are happy, but in fact you have made something that belonged there. Your happiness is temporary, that has nothing to do with reality. you believe that you can actually lose, while this is not entirely possible. So even the feeling of Happiness is an illusion. Who should feel joy and who could express it? In reality there is no duality.
I.: I have heard that the evolution of humanity is to move from 'I' to 'we', ie the individual consciousness must become a universal consciousness. It 's so?
MAHARAJ: not you understand how things are and think you are separate entities. All work in consciousness, of course, too. If you understand that it is not your body, your consciousness becomes universal and disappears every kind of limitation When you break the jar, the space within it becomes one with the space of the entire room ... but here you have to understand that this consciousness is an illusion, it is still ignorance. The ego has become the universal consciousness is the worst there is, because he can say. "I am the creator of the world ..." But you need to create an illusion? Ignorant people ... according to them, (wise men) should not feel any pain. But an essay is a living person, not a corpse, and if it touches the fire, burning feeling. The wise man feels pain, but knows that this affects the body.
Contact: How do we purify ourselves. To get rid of ego in search of reality?
MAHARAJ: Yes, nothing remains. All images are missing. Why? Why did not exist. If there was something real would remain. Everything disappears When you fall asleep, right? And when you wake up all returns. Where you from? And 'the knowledge that brings him back. If you go a little further knowledge, there there you are. It 's easy but you refuse to cross that threshold. The mind can not do it, should always have something to define, to understand. When a person dies, it no longer remains nothing, because there was no truth. When you are born, do not bring anything with you. As long as there is a body, you have to work. The body has its needs. Do you have a role to play and you must do your part, but say to yourself: "It 's all a sham, I do not have this character." No one dies, I assure you. The five elements return to the five elements. E 'missing something? Yes, the name! Only the name. The world you see is not true for the blind. Everything that happens to you. The plane is delayed you who you say you are so willing. What happens is simply your own thoughts!
there really the problem of purifying mind? The mind itself is a concept and a concept can ever be true? What is not real will always be impure. Whatever you perceive, it overlaps with your nature, which remains intact. You are absolutely clear and pure. The mind takes everything feels real, making it impure. When you realize that everything is false, the mind itself dissolves. It 's like waking from a dream and notice of not doing anything. Everything starts from scratch. The world is zero. The space is zero. Everything comes from zero, but the reality is more than zero. Scientists do not find him ever, because of the beyond the zero. Why can not you get the feeling of that power so thin that activates all things? Why is nothing. How would you feel? The power is starting from scratch, the reality is over. For this you can forget for a moment all that exists, like a dream. When you're born, you did not know anything. We have given a name and you also have begun to give, calling mom and dad. But what are mom and dad? I'm just your thoughts. Do you have a role to play and you must do your part, but say you hung out: "It 's all a sham, I do not have this character." Then do your job, but do not identify with the character.
I. : The idea of \u200b\u200bbirth and rebirth does not mean anything right?
MAHARAJ: None. None reborn because no one dies. Birth and death not exist. Imagine dreaming of having a baby. You can determine for him a date of birth? This world is nothing but a long dream. You want to feel real, but it is not possible. Would you like to understand the real and then the mind starts working. But when you get him, what else can you ask for?
Even love is not true. Are you saying that when two things come together, there is love. But if there is none, where does it go love? Because there is love there must be something to love: a man, a woman, a tree ... they say we must love all beings, but if I'm all beings, is somebody to love? If you give alms to a poor man and you think you've done a good deed, this is pride. But who are you to help others? To this the Master tells you that does not help anyone. He speaks simply, it's up to you to understand.
All scientists have failed. They found the holes where blacks there is nothing, not even light, no car can get there, where everything is reduced to zero. Can approach zero, but can not go further. Many wise men have failed for the same reason, unable to go below zero. Now even the zero part of their knowledge. Zero is the source of knowledge, then knowledge, coming from zero, no consistency. If there were zero, there would be no knowledge.
"Go below zero." When you understand that thought is false, are the reality which is more than I think .
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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SORAGNA
I am pleased and honored to report these 4 books of Isabel of Soragna.
I've got two already read (devoured) and I am going to buy another.
Ve recommend them heartily.
Below I short reviews, and I propose that I make in the future, one for this blog.
Basically there is a link to buy.
1) I n no guru no method of worship not
A journey through the "un-guru" of today, those who have helped to dispel the myths of "evolution" and "spiritual growth," sweeping away every spiritual seeker and "illuminating" the audience that listens to them, carefully avoiding to build any form of worship or spiritual practice around itself. In addition to the direct testimony of the author, are collected impressions and conversations with men like Poonja, Ramana Maharshi, UG Krishnamurti, Nisargadatta Maharaj, Stephen Jourdain, but also the scientific positions of David Bohm, Michael Gazzaniga ...
Another book spirituality? We would like the final one, throw it away after reading it, along with all others, for make a bonfire.
This book is dedicated to all those who have become aware of having wandered in the empty maze of a spiritual quest that eludes them, instead of aligning them to their destination.
All the essays of any culture or race that have exceeded any religious belief - say unanimously: Wake up, what you are looking with such passion, it is simply one who is cercando.-desperately and relentlessly throughout his life looking for love, Freedom, the Union, through the wrong path of conce cts who continue to delude ourselves. In fact everything is already in us, and has only one name: Awareness a.
This book is dedicated to all those who have become aware of having wandered in the empty maze of a spiritual quest that eludes them, instead of aligning them to their destination.
All the essays of any culture or race that have exceeded any religious belief - say unanimously: Wake up, what you are looking with such passion, it is simply one who is cercando.-desperately and relentlessly throughout his life looking for love, Freedom, the Union, through the wrong path of conce cts who continue to delude ourselves. In fact everything is already in us, and has only one name: Awareness a.
Que I book shows, with the pleasure of the novel, some of the most advanced considerations on the nature of contemporary physics of 'universe and of man. A straightforward story, which has existential implications of a philosophical essay, where to find the traces of its origins as an individual. The book also contains an excerpt from "Tales of the future life experiences," where the protagonist investigates the mysterious sect of the Illuminati.
4) The magic wheel
from an article in an interview with Isabella, the Journal of Parma in 1980 (I think): "Recovering the world of fairy tales for better living reality"
are fairy tales, stories, programs for adults to help this category of people for posts that provide .... At first they were reflections recorded thoughts on notebooks, loose sheets, is then followed by a more precise; was born the need to create a thread that gave meaning to my writing. I believe there is a fine line between the unconscious world, the wildest fantasy and the real world and this thread gives balance to the two poles, because it allows modern man to live something great to feel mentally that life today is not chaotic allows us to enjoy. The greatest satisfaction is to make other people share the feeling of joy that is in me at the time of writing, is the joy of giving to others something of myself, what I believe, without wanting to teach anybody anything. Of course, my books are followed by a certain type of player, but I pass on life experiences, I could not transmit what I have not tried. Now I write so piu0 symbolic, poetic and philosophical, as I seek the essence of life .. I love to study the time which is a key point of my books: on the one hand, the relativity of the instant (time), on the other hand there is the poetic, the mystical tract, and both want to find out what issues are time and "reality ". -
"In fairy tales it is always an element I would say that it could be said for the redemption of humanity, understood as the adolescent energy that was rediscovered by the characters in the book, allowing an opening to new horizons, the recovery of sensation and strength both physical and moral enough to understand the meaning of life. Not always''eternal adolescent "is obvious, it is often disguised as other characters, but clearly refers to the fundamental values \u200b\u200band the great human feelings that took possession of us since we were born to accompany us throughout life."
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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ISABELLA OF GOD AND 'CRAZY (?)
This is a journal of questions, not answers ... problems, not solutions.
Who is crazy?
How do you define a madman?
One who does not know who is and who sees imaginary things and takes them to reality.
I defy anyone to declare that he is no fool, than this definition.
And anyone who tries to say that is not crazy, I remember that even those declared insane they say the same thing.
In sleep you dream worlds and situations of all kinds and they are taken for reality, then, just "wake up" are recognized as images of the mind, saying it is not known on what basis instead is now in the real world.
If not for a crumb more presence and sharpness of the senses, and the reappearance of a memory that gives the illusion of continuity and remember I wanted to see, there are perceptual differences between the dream and so-called reality of the waking state.
In dreams there is speaking, listening, smelling, touching and all the emotions, feelings and sensations we feel in the "waking state" (and more!)
How science associate perception bodies?
How can, for example, having to depend only on the eyes if, in dreams, we also see with your eyes closed?
"but that is a reworking of the brain ... a simulation of something that is perceived by the brain awake through the eyes" someone might object.
But the same answer can be applied with respect to the waking state: a simulation of something that "another brain" (perhaps that of God, or some sub-god among many others) he received from " awake. "
And if we ask a person of our dreams if he really exists and if it is awake and conscious, he'll probably say yes, and maybe that image starts to laugh if we said that we realized that he is the character of a dream of ours, then "not exist ".
Similarly, with a few enlightened minds or planned to search for the real, no one doubts the existence of himself and others ... almost no one notices that has absolutely nothing that is not only a conviction born from memory (which is only an idea of \u200b\u200brepetition), in order to have verification of a real difference between so-called waking and the state of hallucinatory a dream.
When it happens to notice dreaming while the body sleeps does not have any need to inform of that the characters in his dream, or to verify if they are real or not (because it is not on the reply that if I can confirm), so too the few enlightened minds do not go around proclaiming that the whole universe can only be a sort of dream.
Or that there is no fundamental difference between dream and waking, that these two terms are not synonymous with "unreal or subjective" and "real and objective".
that the mind invents infinite worlds, this is easily asserted, when you wake up in the morning.
Everybody knows that you can fall asleep for a minute and, on waking, feel that they are spending hours and hours, in dreams lasted for days and days.
We are all "crazy", because there is no way to verify that the state in which we are not only subjective hallucination, because even a person who lives in a mental hospital and is said to be Napoleon for himself endless checks (and memories) to confirm his belief.
and memory is fleeting, just as Alzheimer's, a blow to the head, or a bit 'of LSD to be transported in an "other" world.
Maybe even just this article.
What makes us believe to be the memory?
Who are we without memory?
So if the world depends on memory, or that it is our God (who has changed?), then it means that matter and all perceptions are nothing but memory, ever-changing and change, for ever and ever, amen.
The whole Universe is memory / field / vibration / spasm / changing / research / hunger / expression, without a moment's rest, but in deep sleep, and identification with this movement creates' idea of \u200b\u200bliving over time and in space.
Who has the feeling or the certainty of being an individual is only because it has the illusion that individuality is constant, that the person he was yesterday is also today the same ... but it is not so ... everything is different every moment From the instant the above, so there is no moment that follow anyone else, if not for a trick of memory, which is nothing compared to the brain and the consequent alleged correspondence (incorrect, because partial) between two limited perceptions that say "this is me ... this is."
The universe is a stream of perceptions, one after another, unstoppable, relentless, where what gives pleasure creates pain in the 'inevitability, sooner or later, its absence or its opposite.
A continuous action after action that leads to nowhere.
Everything moves, so everything is still ... as a whole, nothing happens.
But who happens across this illusion of movement?
not write any answer to this question (assuming that I know and that can be expressed), because this is a journal of questions and not answers to problems ... and solutions.
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