METAL COMEDY Turba 0.1
"We are as one as we all are the same
fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
with our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go
On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia"
[Metallica - Metal Militia ]
... I expect the three kingdoms, who can stand the trial scrap:
http://lapoesiaelospirito.wordpress.com/2009/11 / 18/metalli-commedia-0-1 /
http://metaliteracy.wordpress.com/2009/11/18/metalli-commedia-0-1/
GA
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Travesti Beauty Salon
METAL COMEDY Turba 0.1
"We are as one as we all are the same
fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
with our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go
On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia"
[Metallica - Metal Militia ]
... I expect the three kingdoms, who can stand the trial scrap:
http://lapoesiaelospirito.wordpress.com/2009/11 / 18/metalli-commedia-0-1 /
http://metaliteracy.wordpress.com/2009/11/18/metalli-commedia-0-1/
GA
"We are as one as we all are the same
fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
with our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go
On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia"
[Metallica - Metal Militia ]
... I expect the three kingdoms, who can stand the trial scrap:
http://lapoesiaelospirito.wordpress.com/2009/11 / 18/metalli-commedia-0-1 /
http://metaliteracy.wordpress.com/2009/11/18/metalli-commedia-0-1/
GA
Travesti Beauty Salon
METAL COMEDY Turba 0.1
"We are as one as we all are the same
fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
with our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go
On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia"
[Metallica - Metal Militia ]
... I expect the three kingdoms, who can stand the trial scrap:
http://lapoesiaelospirito.wordpress.com/2009/11 / 18/metalli-commedia-0-1 /
http://metaliteracy.wordpress.com/2009/11/18/metalli-commedia-0-1/
GA
"We are as one as we all are the same
fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
with our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go
On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia"
[Metallica - Metal Militia ]
... I expect the three kingdoms, who can stand the trial scrap:
http://lapoesiaelospirito.wordpress.com/2009/11 / 18/metalli-commedia-0-1 /
http://metaliteracy.wordpress.com/2009/11/18/metalli-commedia-0-1/
GA
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Tapety D-generation X
Atlantic
The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.
the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises
that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed
crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.
Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.
Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.
is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion
blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.
G: A:
The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.
the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises
that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed
crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.
Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.
Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.
is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion
blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.
G: A:
Tapety D-generation X
Atlantic
The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.
the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises
that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed
crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.
Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.
Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.
is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion
blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.
G: A:
The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.
the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises
that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed
crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.
Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.
Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.
is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion
blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.
G: A:
Tapety D-generation X
Atlantic
The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.
the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises
that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed
crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.
Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.
Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.
is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion
blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.
G: A:
The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.
the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises
that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed
crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.
Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.
Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.
is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion
blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.
G: A:
Friday, October 30, 2009
Kates Playground Strawbeery Bikini
Best Fabbro
THE TREE
Stood Still and I Was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow And
That god-feasting couple old That Grew
elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods Had Been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
[ Personae -1909]
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
COMMISION
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
THE TREE
Stood Still and I Was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow And
That god-feasting couple old That Grew
elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods Had Been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
[ Personae -1909]
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
COMMISION
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
"Here the error and 'in cio'che and not' fact, the suspicion that he hesitate .
Kates Playground Strawbeery Bikini
Best Fabbro
THE TREE
Stood Still and I Was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow And
That god-feasting couple old That Grew
elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods Had Been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
[ Personae -1909]
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
COMMISION
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
THE TREE
Stood Still and I Was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow And
That god-feasting couple old That Grew
elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods Had Been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
[ Personae -1909]
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
COMMISION
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
"Here the error and 'in cio'che and not' fact, the suspicion that he hesitate .
Kates Playground Strawbeery Bikini
Best Fabbro
THE TREE
Stood Still and I Was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow And
That god-feasting couple old That Grew
elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods Had Been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
[ Personae -1909]
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
COMMISION
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
THE TREE
Stood Still and I Was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow And
That god-feasting couple old That Grew
elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods Had Been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
[ Personae -1909]
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
COMMISION
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.
Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.
Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
[ Lustra of Ezra Pound -1916]
"Here the error and 'in cio'che and not' fact, the suspicion that he hesitate .
Saturday, September 26, 2009
I-catcher Console - Web Monitor Polska
"Youth Without Youth," the second chance. Voices of September
"In a sense, my experience has an exemplary value. If someone told me that there are saints among us, or of authentic wizards, or bodhisattva, or any other kind of people having miraculous powers, to believe. Their own way to exist does not allow readers to recognize "
I find the novel by Mircea Eliade charming, the great Romanian scholar puts much of himself in the character Dominic Matei. Eliade himself owned, in fact, a formidable erudition led him to mastering eight languages \u200b\u200bincluding Hebrew , Persian and Sanskrit , he published his first novel still fourteen, he traveled around the world experiencing firsthand the shakes War in Europe, driven by a curiosity unquenchable carried on his studies at Sacred on Myth, Religion on in relation to 'Men handing down to posterity a fundamental knowledge.
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A man tired and old, who has pursued all his life time working on that gigantic work ricomprendesse human expression in its entirety, since 'primordial origin, a man limited by impassable barriers such as time, memory, loneliness and incipient order. Then a sudden palingenesis, the "deus ex machina" that shuffles the cards on the table, lightning clears the counter, it really makes tabula rasa, terminating the old man in a burnt carcass within which, as the days pass, during a hospital where the doctors had given up from the beginning, he si rigenera completamente fino a lasciare bende e ospedale nel corpo di un trentenne in perfetta salute. Non immemore del proprio passato ma privo della gravezza degli anni, dispone ora di una mente prodigiosa, colto da ipermnesia varca i confini umani ricco di facoltà mentali illimitate: memorizza all’istante grandissime quantità di nozioni, apprende dormendo, sviscera libri senza bisogno di consultarli, sviluppa un proprio alter ego col quale poter interloquire e confrontarsi in piena libertà. Una condizione superumana, però, solo apparentemente favorevole. Sconfitto il tempo, superati i limiti, un elemento permane in lui arrivando ad acuirsi, la solitudine. Il professor Dominic Matei è solo, la sua mente peculiare immediately puts him in danger, under a false identity to disentangle between militias Romanian, Russian and German in Europe engulfed by World War II where a piece of its kind would prove to be incredibly decisive weapon in the arena of power-grabbing, forced to flee continuously, to conceal his identity as he can, is a valuable different and for this reason alone.
After the war with all the risks and problems attached, Dominic continues his intellectual quest for reaching farther than any man of his time, is now in possession of awareness so premature as to be incomprehensible for his peers and therefore incommunicable ; the face of what he decides to record its findings on a reel, through a language decipherable only in the future. Meanwhile, the man shall love his parable, who had sacrificed his youth in the dedication to the study, is again under new clothes deeply involved with his work as a scholar of language, but this time the unpredictable consequences related to its extraordinary condition to impose a new separation and a future of substantial solitude to save the life of the woman he loves.
not Faust, Manfred is not, nor is Zarathustra Dorian Gray . Dominic Matei is moving cautiously among men, abuse of capacity tralaltro did not ask anyone, if they do not brag, does not use them at the expense of others, fully understand their condition, work for the benefit of posterity and goes solo until the end of his life. After amazing and paradoxical events, during a winter night, the "deus ex machina intervenes again giving back his years, met friends in the past, old age and death of the riagguantano a stroke while walking along a street of his town in the grip of a blizzard.
![](http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hC_COxekipY/Sr6zqzhVEUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E0MOuesxyWA/s320/g218660_u65610_eliade_tanar.jpg)
Youth Without Youth (Rizzoli '07), now subtle tones, and bright and dynamic, brings into play issues such as the absolute life, old age, death, time, the voltage at the "knowledge Total "that is the basis of human curiosity and human existence that transcends almost as a sacred fire that gives no peace, but also underlines the difficulty of humans to interact with a company short-sighted, lazy and conformist. It is well suited to the sense of unease for today's hypocrisy that pretends multiple tolerances facade except isolate, discredit or abandon those who stands out, who voluntarily or involuntarily risulta non allineabile e percorre la strada della propria identità fino in fondo, fino all’ultimo, pagando questo coraggio con la solitudine.
Ha apprezzato molto anche il film tratto da questo romanzo. Francis Ford Coppola ha lavorato col trasporto del lettore affascinato. Si è impegnato in un’operazione tutt’altro che semplice, visto il tipo di scritto lontano dalle comprovate trame hollywoodiane e l’impegnativo autore che lo ha generato. The result is a film made of images and particular intense, metaphysical, dream-shattering, lynciano in some solutions, close to Bram Stoker's Dracula for certain others. Tim Roth plays a character so brilliantly surreal and reflective as Dominic, Alexandra Maria Lara plays the roles of the two lost loves of the hero with full clarity and offers Bruno Ganz in the role of first medical care and helps Dominic a great test after the very difficult role played by The Fall of Oliver Hirschbiegel in the role of Hitler.
"I do not learn well and with pleasure if not what is already known"
G: A:
I-catcher Console - Web Monitor Polska
"Youth Without Youth," the second chance. Voices of September
"In a sense, my experience has an exemplary value. If someone told me that there are saints among us, or of authentic wizards, or bodhisattva, or any other kind of people having miraculous powers, to believe. Their own way to exist does not allow readers to recognize "
I find the novel by Mircea Eliade charming, the great Romanian scholar puts much of himself in the character Dominic Matei. Eliade himself owned, in fact, a formidable erudition led him to mastering eight languages \u200b\u200bincluding Hebrew , Persian and Sanskrit , he published his first novel still fourteen, he traveled around the world experiencing firsthand the shakes War in Europe, driven by a curiosity unquenchable carried on his studies at Sacred on Myth, Religion on in relation to 'Men handing down to posterity a fundamental knowledge.
![](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hC_COxekipY/Sr6yu1Io4qI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VtUnVOdtFK4/s320/07_16_eliade.jpg)
A man tired and old, who has pursued all his life time working on that gigantic work ricomprendesse human expression in its entirety, since 'primordial origin, a man limited by impassable barriers such as time, memory, loneliness and incipient order. Then a sudden palingenesis, the "deus ex machina" that shuffles the cards on the table, lightning clears the counter, it really makes tabula rasa, terminating the old man in a burnt carcass within which, as the days pass, during a hospital where the doctors had given up from the beginning, he si rigenera completamente fino a lasciare bende e ospedale nel corpo di un trentenne in perfetta salute. Non immemore del proprio passato ma privo della gravezza degli anni, dispone ora di una mente prodigiosa, colto da ipermnesia varca i confini umani ricco di facoltà mentali illimitate: memorizza all’istante grandissime quantità di nozioni, apprende dormendo, sviscera libri senza bisogno di consultarli, sviluppa un proprio alter ego col quale poter interloquire e confrontarsi in piena libertà. Una condizione superumana, però, solo apparentemente favorevole. Sconfitto il tempo, superati i limiti, un elemento permane in lui arrivando ad acuirsi, la solitudine. Il professor Dominic Matei è solo, la sua mente peculiare immediately puts him in danger, under a false identity to disentangle between militias Romanian, Russian and German in Europe engulfed by World War II where a piece of its kind would prove to be incredibly decisive weapon in the arena of power-grabbing, forced to flee continuously, to conceal his identity as he can, is a valuable different and for this reason alone.
After the war with all the risks and problems attached, Dominic continues his intellectual quest for reaching farther than any man of his time, is now in possession of awareness so premature as to be incomprehensible for his peers and therefore incommunicable ; the face of what he decides to record its findings on a reel, through a language decipherable only in the future. Meanwhile, the man shall love his parable, who had sacrificed his youth in the dedication to the study, is again under new clothes deeply involved with his work as a scholar of language, but this time the unpredictable consequences related to its extraordinary condition to impose a new separation and a future of substantial solitude to save the life of the woman he loves.
not Faust, Manfred is not, nor is Zarathustra Dorian Gray . Dominic Matei is moving cautiously among men, abuse of capacity tralaltro did not ask anyone, if they do not brag, does not use them at the expense of others, fully understand their condition, work for the benefit of posterity and goes solo until the end of his life. After amazing and paradoxical events, during a winter night, the "deus ex machina intervenes again giving back his years, met friends in the past, old age and death of the riagguantano a stroke while walking along a street of his town in the grip of a blizzard.
![](http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hC_COxekipY/Sr6zqzhVEUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E0MOuesxyWA/s320/g218660_u65610_eliade_tanar.jpg)
Youth Without Youth (Rizzoli '07), now subtle tones, and bright and dynamic, brings into play issues such as the absolute life, old age, death, time, the voltage at the "knowledge Total "that is the basis of human curiosity and human existence that transcends almost as a sacred fire that gives no peace, but also underlines the difficulty of humans to interact with a company short-sighted, lazy and conformist. It is well suited to the sense of unease for today's hypocrisy that pretends multiple tolerances facade except isolate, discredit or abandon those who stands out, who voluntarily or involuntarily risulta non allineabile e percorre la strada della propria identità fino in fondo, fino all’ultimo, pagando questo coraggio con la solitudine.
Ha apprezzato molto anche il film tratto da questo romanzo. Francis Ford Coppola ha lavorato col trasporto del lettore affascinato. Si è impegnato in un’operazione tutt’altro che semplice, visto il tipo di scritto lontano dalle comprovate trame hollywoodiane e l’impegnativo autore che lo ha generato. The result is a film made of images and particular intense, metaphysical, dream-shattering, lynciano in some solutions, close to Bram Stoker's Dracula for certain others. Tim Roth plays a character so brilliantly surreal and reflective as Dominic, Alexandra Maria Lara plays the roles of the two lost loves of the hero with full clarity and offers Bruno Ganz in the role of first medical care and helps Dominic a great test after the very difficult role played by The Fall of Oliver Hirschbiegel in the role of Hitler.
"I do not learn well and with pleasure if not what is already known"
G: A:
I-catcher Console - Web Monitor Polska
"Youth Without Youth," the second chance. Voices of September
"In a sense, my experience has an exemplary value. If someone told me that there are saints among us, or of authentic wizards, or bodhisattva, or any other kind of people having miraculous powers, to believe. Their own way to exist does not allow readers to recognize "
I find the novel by Mircea Eliade charming, the great Romanian scholar puts much of himself in the character Dominic Matei. Eliade himself owned, in fact, a formidable erudition led him to mastering eight languages \u200b\u200bincluding Hebrew , Persian and Sanskrit , he published his first novel still fourteen, he traveled around the world experiencing firsthand the shakes War in Europe, driven by a curiosity unquenchable carried on his studies at Sacred on Myth, Religion on in relation to 'Men handing down to posterity a fundamental knowledge.
![](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hC_COxekipY/Sr6yu1Io4qI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VtUnVOdtFK4/s320/07_16_eliade.jpg)
A man tired and old, who has pursued all his life time working on that gigantic work ricomprendesse human expression in its entirety, since 'primordial origin, a man limited by impassable barriers such as time, memory, loneliness and incipient order. Then a sudden palingenesis, the "deus ex machina" that shuffles the cards on the table, lightning clears the counter, it really makes tabula rasa, terminating the old man in a burnt carcass within which, as the days pass, during a hospital where the doctors had given up from the beginning, he si rigenera completamente fino a lasciare bende e ospedale nel corpo di un trentenne in perfetta salute. Non immemore del proprio passato ma privo della gravezza degli anni, dispone ora di una mente prodigiosa, colto da ipermnesia varca i confini umani ricco di facoltà mentali illimitate: memorizza all’istante grandissime quantità di nozioni, apprende dormendo, sviscera libri senza bisogno di consultarli, sviluppa un proprio alter ego col quale poter interloquire e confrontarsi in piena libertà. Una condizione superumana, però, solo apparentemente favorevole. Sconfitto il tempo, superati i limiti, un elemento permane in lui arrivando ad acuirsi, la solitudine. Il professor Dominic Matei è solo, la sua mente peculiare immediately puts him in danger, under a false identity to disentangle between militias Romanian, Russian and German in Europe engulfed by World War II where a piece of its kind would prove to be incredibly decisive weapon in the arena of power-grabbing, forced to flee continuously, to conceal his identity as he can, is a valuable different and for this reason alone.
After the war with all the risks and problems attached, Dominic continues his intellectual quest for reaching farther than any man of his time, is now in possession of awareness so premature as to be incomprehensible for his peers and therefore incommunicable ; the face of what he decides to record its findings on a reel, through a language decipherable only in the future. Meanwhile, the man shall love his parable, who had sacrificed his youth in the dedication to the study, is again under new clothes deeply involved with his work as a scholar of language, but this time the unpredictable consequences related to its extraordinary condition to impose a new separation and a future of substantial solitude to save the life of the woman he loves.
not Faust, Manfred is not, nor is Zarathustra Dorian Gray . Dominic Matei is moving cautiously among men, abuse of capacity tralaltro did not ask anyone, if they do not brag, does not use them at the expense of others, fully understand their condition, work for the benefit of posterity and goes solo until the end of his life. After amazing and paradoxical events, during a winter night, the "deus ex machina intervenes again giving back his years, met friends in the past, old age and death of the riagguantano a stroke while walking along a street of his town in the grip of a blizzard.
![](http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hC_COxekipY/Sr6zqzhVEUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E0MOuesxyWA/s320/g218660_u65610_eliade_tanar.jpg)
Youth Without Youth (Rizzoli '07), now subtle tones, and bright and dynamic, brings into play issues such as the absolute life, old age, death, time, the voltage at the "knowledge Total "that is the basis of human curiosity and human existence that transcends almost as a sacred fire that gives no peace, but also underlines the difficulty of humans to interact with a company short-sighted, lazy and conformist. It is well suited to the sense of unease for today's hypocrisy that pretends multiple tolerances facade except isolate, discredit or abandon those who stands out, who voluntarily or involuntarily risulta non allineabile e percorre la strada della propria identità fino in fondo, fino all’ultimo, pagando questo coraggio con la solitudine.
Ha apprezzato molto anche il film tratto da questo romanzo. Francis Ford Coppola ha lavorato col trasporto del lettore affascinato. Si è impegnato in un’operazione tutt’altro che semplice, visto il tipo di scritto lontano dalle comprovate trame hollywoodiane e l’impegnativo autore che lo ha generato. The result is a film made of images and particular intense, metaphysical, dream-shattering, lynciano in some solutions, close to Bram Stoker's Dracula for certain others. Tim Roth plays a character so brilliantly surreal and reflective as Dominic, Alexandra Maria Lara plays the roles of the two lost loves of the hero with full clarity and offers Bruno Ganz in the role of first medical care and helps Dominic a great test after the very difficult role played by The Fall of Oliver Hirschbiegel in the role of Hitler.
"I do not learn well and with pleasure if not what is already known"
G: A:
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Masterbation With An Electric Razor
September 1, 1937 - Fields of Salento.
"... so he ran like a madman, still half blinded by dust, stumbling over piles of flower petals ..."
[from Life Carmelo Bene, Carmelo Bene / Giancarlo Dotto]
September 1, 1922 - Genoa.
"A stage, a camera, a text ... well, life!"
[VG]
* Due clarification of the 'eternally absent "and" happily aborted "
" time does not exist. I'm not born and I am not a Christian nor a Catholic. Do not celebrate, nor lutteggio my anniversaries. As anagrafe, categorically refused certificates and dates, rather than due to idle Aloysius Lilius. "
[from Life Carmelo Bene, Carmelo Bene / Giancarlo Dotto]
The silence is deafening thunder of the Great Voices in 'Ages of strolling players shouting .... pace of the Poet.
G: A:
Masterbation With An Electric Razor
September 1, 1937 - Fields of Salento.
"... so he ran like a madman, still half blinded by dust, stumbling over piles of flower petals ..."
[from Life Carmelo Bene, Carmelo Bene / Giancarlo Dotto]
September 1, 1922 - Genoa.
"A stage, a camera, a text ... well, life!"
[VG]
* Due clarification of the 'eternally absent "and" happily aborted "
" time does not exist. I'm not born and I am not a Christian nor a Catholic. Do not celebrate, nor lutteggio my anniversaries. As anagrafe, categorically refused certificates and dates, rather than due to idle Aloysius Lilius. "
[from Life Carmelo Bene, Carmelo Bene / Giancarlo Dotto]
The silence is deafening thunder of the Great Voices in 'Ages of strolling players shouting .... pace of the Poet.
G: A:
Masterbation With An Electric Razor
September 1, 1937 - Fields of Salento.
"... so he ran like a madman, still half blinded by dust, stumbling over piles of flower petals ..."
[from Life Carmelo Bene, Carmelo Bene / Giancarlo Dotto]
September 1, 1922 - Genoa.
"A stage, a camera, a text ... well, life!"
[VG]
* Due clarification of the 'eternally absent "and" happily aborted "
" time does not exist. I'm not born and I am not a Christian nor a Catholic. Do not celebrate, nor lutteggio my anniversaries. As anagrafe, categorically refused certificates and dates, rather than due to idle Aloysius Lilius. "
[from Life Carmelo Bene, Carmelo Bene / Giancarlo Dotto]
The silence is deafening thunder of the Great Voices in 'Ages of strolling players shouting .... pace of the Poet.
G: A:
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Hasp Emulator Eplan 1.9.10 Vista 64 Bits
City Off
...
How bad breath that bloats the night.
Funeral of the city \u200b\u200boff.
smoke from a thousand mouths
there are in the sky, darker
are already a mirror finish. The yellow moon pupil
sketches
look lazy and vacuous,
no longer watch but hardly
residue of past habit.
Vomiting
happy to remove the lump on the inside.
step s'infanga for roads gorge
brazen sounds and voices neglected
putrid sewers of life compounds
engorged crop of equal souls.
gladly suffocate
empty A miasma of my chest.
There are the ribs rest
tricky static content with my sleep
widens the hole in the sail
slap slap
meeting in the sense that I would not want that
I did not want
the canopy is destroyed
surfers
is stopped and the wind is blowing moral
saving
recourse to arms
those who want to continue on its own
constancy
Comi [n] us to row.
We are all shipwrecked
Mar, there has This sucks. "
G: A:
... because there is a moment, it happened at night, when the city seems to me like a garment torn, filthy and flared. Still warm from the person who dressed indifferent brutality, I see them piled up, deflate, contempt. Not even the rain
laverebbe quell'unto ...
...
How bad breath that bloats the night.
Funeral of the city \u200b\u200boff.
smoke from a thousand mouths
there are in the sky, darker
are already a mirror finish. The yellow moon pupil
sketches
look lazy and vacuous,
no longer watch but hardly
residue of past habit.
Vomiting
happy to remove the lump on the inside.
step s'infanga for roads gorge
brazen sounds and voices neglected
putrid sewers of life compounds
engorged crop of equal souls.
gladly suffocate
empty A miasma of my chest.
There are the ribs rest
tricky static content with my sleep
widens the hole in the sail
slap slap
meeting in the sense that I would not want that
I did not want
the canopy is destroyed
surfers
is stopped and the wind is blowing moral
saving
recourse to arms
those who want to continue on its own
constancy
Comi [n] us to row.
We are all shipwrecked
Mar, there has This sucks. "
G: A:
Hasp Emulator Eplan 1.9.10 Vista 64 Bits
City Off
...
How bad breath that bloats the night.
Funeral of the city \u200b\u200boff.
smoke from a thousand mouths
there are in the sky, darker
are already a mirror finish. The yellow moon pupil
sketches
look lazy and vacuous,
no longer watch but hardly
residue of past habit.
Vomiting
happy to remove the lump on the inside.
step s'infanga for roads gorge
brazen sounds and voices neglected
putrid sewers of life compounds
engorged crop of equal souls.
gladly suffocate
empty A miasma of my chest.
There are the ribs rest
tricky static content with my sleep
widens the hole in the sail
slap slap
meeting in the sense that I would not want that
I did not want
the canopy is destroyed
surfers
is stopped and the wind is blowing moral
saving
recourse to arms
those who want to continue on its own
constancy
Comi [n] us to row.
We are all shipwrecked
Mar, there has This sucks. "
G: A:
... because there is a moment, it happened at night, when the city seems to me like a garment torn, filthy and flared. Still warm from the person who dressed indifferent brutality, I see them piled up, deflate, contempt. Not even the rain
laverebbe quell'unto ...
...
How bad breath that bloats the night.
Funeral of the city \u200b\u200boff.
smoke from a thousand mouths
there are in the sky, darker
are already a mirror finish. The yellow moon pupil
sketches
look lazy and vacuous,
no longer watch but hardly
residue of past habit.
Vomiting
happy to remove the lump on the inside.
step s'infanga for roads gorge
brazen sounds and voices neglected
putrid sewers of life compounds
engorged crop of equal souls.
gladly suffocate
empty A miasma of my chest.
There are the ribs rest
tricky static content with my sleep
widens the hole in the sail
slap slap
meeting in the sense that I would not want that
I did not want
the canopy is destroyed
surfers
is stopped and the wind is blowing moral
saving
recourse to arms
those who want to continue on its own
constancy
Comi [n] us to row.
We are all shipwrecked
Mar, there has This sucks. "
G: A:
Hasp Emulator Eplan 1.9.10 Vista 64 Bits
City Off
...
How bad breath that bloats the night.
Funeral of the city \u200b\u200boff.
smoke from a thousand mouths
there are in the sky, darker
are already a mirror finish. The yellow moon pupil
sketches
look lazy and vacuous,
no longer watch but hardly
residue of past habit.
Vomiting
happy to remove the lump on the inside.
step s'infanga for roads gorge
brazen sounds and voices neglected
putrid sewers of life compounds
engorged crop of equal souls.
gladly suffocate
empty A miasma of my chest.
There are the ribs rest
tricky static content with my sleep
widens the hole in the sail
slap slap
meeting in the sense that I would not want that
I did not want
the canopy is destroyed
surfers
is stopped and the wind is blowing moral
saving
recourse to arms
those who want to continue on its own
constancy
Comi [n] us to row.
We are all shipwrecked
Mar, there has This sucks. "
G: A:
... because there is a moment, it happened at night, when the city seems to me like a garment torn, filthy and flared. Still warm from the person who dressed indifferent brutality, I see them piled up, deflate, contempt. Not even the rain
laverebbe quell'unto ...
...
How bad breath that bloats the night.
Funeral of the city \u200b\u200boff.
smoke from a thousand mouths
there are in the sky, darker
are already a mirror finish. The yellow moon pupil
sketches
look lazy and vacuous,
no longer watch but hardly
residue of past habit.
Vomiting
happy to remove the lump on the inside.
step s'infanga for roads gorge
brazen sounds and voices neglected
putrid sewers of life compounds
engorged crop of equal souls.
gladly suffocate
empty A miasma of my chest.
There are the ribs rest
tricky static content with my sleep
widens the hole in the sail
slap slap
meeting in the sense that I would not want that
I did not want
the canopy is destroyed
surfers
is stopped and the wind is blowing moral
saving
recourse to arms
those who want to continue on its own
constancy
Comi [n] us to row.
We are all shipwrecked
Mar, there has This sucks. "
G: A:
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