Sunday, March 28, 2010

Jenna Jameson Streaming Firefighter




Attraverso le rapide della tristezza,
sfiorando
il nudo specchio of the wounds inflicted: there you are
floated forty
life
skinned trunks. One

you,
swim against the current, you
them all,
touch them all.

Sadness is like a river that goes to its rapids and waterfalls. Water. We are in this fast or look down upon me? And whoever touches the mirror of the plagues? The wounds can not see them directly but only in a mirror. It is the river itself in this mirror that lets you see the wounds inflicted? And the body of whom? There are forty "logs" Forty bodies flayed the "river" of my sadness. I think forty bruised bodies of men. And this thought saddens me to the point that I have to cover their wounds in the water and not directly. But you, friend, my soul, mystagogue, guide you, who you let yourself be carried away by the current of despair and sadness I count them and touch them, mercifully carries the mercy that is owed to the deceased. Not only do not look away, but even more than watching them in their wounds, caress them, I'll take care even if they are now lifeless trunks, skinned.

White Cloudy Urine And Back Pain



In the rivers north of the future
I launch the network that you
hesitant burdens

written with shadows of stones.

(Paul Celan, Atemwende , Turn breath )

Run the network for what? To catch the fish ... The fish are a symbol of rebirth, of another life. I, therefore, I gain momentum in future, but farther than the next, just north of the future. It is a future eonico not chronological. But you hesitate, you're not with me on this momentum, do not agree with the need for a look that dares to the bitter end, the utopia, the prophecy. I, therefore, I am alone. The condition of the poet / prophet is loneliness. You talk and your words are dark, menacing, no light, no shadows of life, heavy, compared to the grace that would be needed to gain momentum in the distant future to catch the fish darting in the rebirth of new life.
Ivan Illich was very fond of this poem. Stands as the epigraph of a series of interviews published posthumously (The rivers in the north of the future. Testament collected by David Cayley, Verbarium-Quodlibet ) . Writes the editor in the introduction: "The future, being an idol, that one eats when the sky meets with us on this. The expectation of seeking to force tomorrow, hope it opens up his present and prepares for a future in the north of the future. " It is what, in Meridian is called U-topia? So this part of the text "search topological "maps which exist only in a dream, a dream.

Friday, March 26, 2010

In The Future Will They Be Able To Cure Scars

Roso by dreams ...

Roso by dreams
not completed, for traces
Sleepless route, the country's bread
ago
mount the hill of life. You

its crumb mixtures
our names again, I will go button - to each finger
an eye that looks like your -,
and try to force a passage
because of vigils
I can come to you , in the mouth
the auction clear: the candle
my hunger.

(Paul Celan, from Atemwende, Turn of breath )

certainty that these poems say very important things, to decipher hieroglyphs, replacement of prayers not only can more pronounced. There are dreams that made "gnaw", digging into the soul. And if they make anguish would stop? There are tracks that should be followed by sacrificing sleep research. They lead the country bread that rises on the mountain of life. Just a crumb of that bread, then knead again for food - as God made for Adam with the mud - our names. Who is the you that poem? Is it so resolutely denied that God, the God who rises from nothing? Our names are mixed another volta, di nuovo. E continua la queste di un varco che consenta di giungere, vincendo ancora una volta il sonno, quel “tu” evocato, invocato, portando nella bocca un asta, una lancia non più assassina ma luminosa, una candela che testimonia la fame di pane, la fame di vita…

 

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Do Usb Grabbers Have To Connect To Pc?

Reasoning on the themes of my students dedicated to music ...


È il primo anno che insegno italiano ad una classe, pur avendo studiato, in fondo (ma tanti, tanti anni fa…) per questo. Ed è, dunque, il primo anno che leggo “temi” dei miei alunni, pur avendo fatto praticare in passato forme di scrittura molto personali anche nelle ore di filosofia. Read an issue is a burden and a privilege. Beyond the sense of monotony that sometimes occurs, of course, there are shock, lighting upon the souls, expectations, fears of adolescents entrusted to us by chance. When I posted the track on music on my Facebook profile several friends have commented in a positive way. I'm glad I chose a cut like that, it was an important moment of verification of my work but also of my passions. Because I, like Nietzsche, I believe that the world without music would be a mistake and, recently, I wrote what I imagine Heaven, Dante, as a place of acoustic delights of heavenly song, with a clear preference for the music of organ Bach. Non è casuale che nelle giornate di cogestione dedichi delle ore alla musica o quando vado a sostituire faccia ascoltare De Andrè piuttosto che Dylan. Non è casuale, infine, che in un’altra classe abbia fatto ascoltare e vedere integralmente il Don Giovanni di Mozart e Da Ponte.
“La musica, misteriosa forma del tempo”… Un verso che risuona spesso nella mia mente, di un grandissimo poeta argentino, Jorge Luis Borges. La musica forma del tempo…
Ho letto con grande interesse i lavori dei miei alunni. Uno solo, eroico, ha svolto la traccia letteraria, con ammirevole rigore che ripaga di lezioni dedicate ad un momento misconosciuto della cultura italiana, the Commedia dell'Arte. No one, that's for sure speculum temporis, had the courage to face the current track, dedicated to the widespread corruption in the body social and political Italian. You are given all the music, caught by drunken Dionysian spirit, Mario how to write, my pupil and Baroque d'Annunzio. What struck me about these pages? Certainly the pervasiveness of music in their lives. And then? Then, in the negative, flattening - with rare exceptions - on the present or recent past in terms of taste. It made me tender anguish that leaked from the pages of Raissa for the inability to communicate the beauty music of the so-called "classical" to their peers. Another element that struck me, and indeed what led me to these thoughts in writing is the idea, shared by many, that music is first of all self-expression. I thought, but what happens to all those compositions, such as rituals, which have nothing to do with the artist's inner? The band music or celebrations, martial music, national anthems ... Once I realized what a mistake has romance in earnest in all the arts, leading most to believe that the art is a manifestation of the soul "genius", the artist ... The music, I think, is in things ... And, perhaps, the Pythagorean and Platonic idea, taken from Dante, and the harmony of the spheres could help to overcome this subjective idea ... From this flattening derived from it another, also very popular: and the idea that music today has value only if accompanied by significant words ... Many children have written to them are critical of those "verses" (Vasco, Ligabue, the most cited ...). But then, I say to myself, what sense is music without words? I am increasingly aware that, in reality, the music meets two needs. The first, of its own, is to speak a non-verbal language, capable (I liked the evocation of Orpheus in one of the issues, very impressive) to move plants and animals, var vibrate our body, pushing it to the dance, as happens with Alessia Martina or on stage. But the Italian songs for the more well understood in English or meet the needs of poetry inherent to adolescence. This thought is intertwined, in a casual but not too short, with reflection offered to children of F III, the contemporary sense of poetry. Almost none, I dare say. The man needs to poetry, and today the search in the texts of the singers. Hence the rant Mario. But there must be a reason for this. What teachers should suggest to us that natural selection of boys, this entrust to them the expression della loro anima ai versi delle canzoni? Questo elemento ricorre in quasi tutti gli scritti: “è come se fosse entrato dentro di me”, scrivono; “è come se avesse letto nel mio cuore”.
E per me la musica cos’è? Sicuramente un’arte, forse la più elevata. Schopenhauer diceva che la musica è la voce stessa del mondo. All’età dei miei alunni avevo gusti ristretti, anch’io ostaggio delle major e delle radio… Ricordo gli hit dell’epoca che oggi mi fanno sorridere. Però per caso scoprii Bach e iniziai ad ascoltare la musica “colta”. All’università mi aprii, iniziai avidamente ad acquistare 33 giri e storie music, reconstructing the history of rock from the fifties to today. Today on my hard drive in a therapeutic form of mp3 holy space is almost all that has been produced since the Middle Ages to the present, with a foreclosure unjustified personnel to jazz. What I always tell students is: be curious, the technology now puts you in conditions that no generation of the world and has never had any time, to know all forms of musical expression, of all ethnicities. Each event, therefore, any time of day can have its breath, its rhythm ... And then, thank you again, like Borges, the divine creator of the cosmos for lullabies whispered to my daughter, whose viaticum sleep is always the music, Pachelbel and his fee for the majestic sound of the organ and the poignant sweetness of violins, the guitar of Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin's voice, saving in spite of their destruction, the music of all time, a mysterious form of time.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Build Your Own Rc Car From Scrap

Insieme contro il cancro...

Imperia, 04/03/2010

With this Communication the Samurai Ultras Imperia Imperia thank the citizens for participation and the results obtained during the fundraising carried out during the months of December 2009 and January 2010. As per agreements with the IST of Genoa yesterday we delivered a cashier's check with the amount (€ 707.00) gained from collecting for charity. A
remember Matt forever in the heart of NORTH BEND
IMPERIA THANKS! How Sec. Misses I want to thank all the citizens of Imperia for further participation in the collection, and all the Curva Nord, do not forget that despite the passage of time. Hello ... hello Matt
cuge! Kama