A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Friday, June 30, 2006

Mahairi ki anoihto parathyro

Orthou vathews mou swnetai to whiskey / Ki i nyhta pou diavainei me sarkazei

Ta krasopotira ehoun ki afta katagrapsei tin oloklirwtiki tous apousia. Sta mesodiastimata keramikwn patwmatos psihoula kai lasmari kai rigani. Idrwtas paramashala kai neos minas, vrady. Psifia o alalos thoryvws tis thermis ap'ta gonata sto kranio. Ki o stenagmos. Anakates plates kai mavri anasa. Etsi dilwnete i metagrafi apo to trito so dftero proswpo pou haidevei to parke kai psahnei fraseis na dwsei ston Aprili. Pws na milisw allwste gia mia thalassa kai mia poli pou oikeiopoiete ton Breton? Only someone who keeps himself in some measure pure has hatred, nerves, freedom and mobility enough to oppose the world, but just because of the illusion of purity - for he lives as a 'third person' -he allows the world to triumph not merely externally, but in his intermost thoughts. Me to en syneheia kryfo dilema anametadidwmeno sto telos tis thesis 86.

Den isihazei i nyhta apoti.

Only a cunning intertwining of pleasure and work leaves real experience still open, under the pressure of society. Such experience is less and less tolerated.
Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia, #84

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