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A beautiful film, a masterpiece.

A soundtrack poignant, beautiful,

Do not forget ...

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Appliquè.......insieme è fantastico!!!!

last few months and I Denise we agreed to start with this wonderful blanket happens ..... that you are to have the same tastes, even if there has ever encountered and it happens to be in tune, as best friends do not really know ......

this is a magic, not because the distance between us at all, even us closer as if we were on the same floor ....... and this morning we are drinking a coffee together ....... ......

This is our job, one tile per month, different but equal ............

work KIM DIEHL based on the book Simple comforts.

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RUBY OR NOT RUBY

  RUBY OR NOT RUBY

Ruby, Iris

RIS – CSI 

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“Tu know what is Rome! All vice and sun crusts and light: a people possessed by the joy of living, infectious exhibitionism and sensuality, which fills the suburbs ... I am lost here in the middle. " Parole (travel) Pasolini, wrapped and shipped - it was in 1952 - friend Giacinto Spagnoletti. And Milan? All vice and spray ... No, there is also virtue and vice solar polar "Be hot or cold, but the lukewarm vomit them in hell." (from 'Apocalypse of John ). The important thing is to speak or be silent.
Silence 'painstaking' or mode of speaking to the St. Martin ... (and they call it summer!). When is the spring? All is quiet (the enemy listens): "The first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club." The second rule of fight club, "Tyler yells," is that no mention of the fight club. " .

And Arcore? Eyes Wide Shut. E of Palazzo Grazioli? Deo gratias. Non poi tanto gratis, visti i bonifici (boni, bone…). Eppure, gratia nisi gratis gratia non est.

Revelation! “ Era giunto in quella fase dell’esistenza, variabile per ciascuno, in cui l’essere umano si abbandona al suo dè mone o al suo genio, segue una legge misteriosa che gli ingiunge di distruggere o superare se stesso. ” We could talk - always with Yourcenar of "Memoirs of Hadrian - of " or Mishima's vision of the void " , about what is happening in this harakiri daily (pure poo, without flashes of heroism and chic iki or by merde d'artiste – salvo quel po’, o popò, di erotismo da attimo fuggente, e sfuggente, di Ruby e Iris); ma solo perché questi temi hanno toccato, per dirla alla san Paolo, le altitudines satanae. Peggio, le bassezze di una platitude senza pari. Non solo petite mort (quella dell' extase à deux ), ma morte tout court (alla Lele Mora). O tempora o mores...

Yet, it circulates so much beauty. And a lot of open-mindedness. But worthy of a better cause. Even after the apparent parresia (cheek) and the 'stomach' (as well as the chest - and I do not go on ...) the lively Nicole, check the sick sun of an impending misery ( " ... this stuff is stuff that will ruin your life, you ruin the relationship, you ... you have to have worn a hair on my stomach like a house ... ). This justifies of Mishima: "Let your b ellezza perfect as your unhappiness."

Nevertheless, I feel to scream, with the Joe Strummer of the Clash mythical : "White riot ... I want to rebel. White riot a riot ... it's mine. All power in the hands of people rich enough to buy it, when we walk down the street, too chicken to even try. Take control or take orders? Go back or go forward? "

White black, red ... long as there is a turning point 'ideal'.

" The newspaper says police have no clue valid. Youth gangs or aliens from outer space, whoever it was could have let the feathers clinging to windowsills with bags of cans of black paint. " Many Fight Club for those " Turning Point Club " si possano creare, specie tra i giovani. Sì, tanti punti di svolta per evitare che si arrivi al “Punto di Non-Ritorno”.

TPC vs PNR. Non è questo il nostro Destino! “ Quando scegliamo il nostro dio, scegliamo un modo di vedere l’universo. Ci sono tante divinità. choose ours. The God we worship is the god that we deserve. " And the love we deserve. To put it with the legendary (in the true sense of the word) Joseph Campbell: " If love is what you call solo lussuria, quello è soltanto uno stato, che può estinguersi. L’Amore, invece, non muore ” .  
O amores o mores…

“Io giro attorno a Dio, alla Torre antichissima giro da mille secoli, e ignoro tuttavia se sono un falco, un turbine, oppure un grande canto.” (Rainer Maria Rilke).

swan song. The Superman, despite bunga-bunga, the boogie nights and tantric rites - from off the green or OTO - of kubrikiana (or danbrowniana) memory, is still to come.

Adda step 'a Nutt!

To quote the words of an excerpt from my unpublished book (e in corso di scrittura):

«L’ Übermensch deve essere qualcosa di realmente (e non solo idealmente) nuovo rispetto alla vecchia concezione di uomo, anche il più perfettibile. È una rottura indispensabile, un salto di livello necessario da quando la ‘morte di Dio’ (eppure ora sta rinascendo urbi et orbi – ma è ancora in fasce) ha determinato una situazione del tutto nuova nel cursus historiae dell’umanità: per la prima volta (almeno in senso così generalizzato) l’uomo sente esclusivamente sulle sue spalle la responsabilità assoluta, definitiva, del proprio destino futuro, con la possibility of consciously self-determination. For the Superman that is light weight: it can combine physics and metaphysics, self-determination and tension (and traction) to (and from) the Alto. In short, it will leave the night when all cows are black, but not to enter the day when all the cages are open ... To be honest, humanity is evolving into something better or higher. Oscillates between the effort of the torture of Sisyphus and Tantalus: slides down and think of flying ...

But flying is not to say the run-progress (at most one can 'ride the tiger' - then that is not tiger , if anything, a cat boots, but without the 'happy ending Perrault). It should, however, 're-sible to move forward', but to do this we have to 'trans-gredire': thus we have the real 'pro-gredire'. The 'progress', as it is 'modern' of course, has its well-known limitations (there is, indeed, those who deny the value tout court - however, in many areas, the value of the 'modern' is definitely there , but not 'move', so after a while 'stops, atrophies, it begins to stink ....). We are not, in essence, the best of the Renaissance man (but not always worth the saying in my day ...). A little 'strength has prevailed, a little' spirit. From now on we will be together spirit and flesh. It is said, the weak have more spirit ... And we must be strong, but not brutes. We are men, not animals! We must be lions in the spirit, although we lack the strength (but will grow: seek ye first the woods and then, in a hole, you will find the treasure ...).

D obbiamo bring together rebelliousness and hierarchy, anarchy and miles. The spiritual manhood (but the Spirit, Ruah , is female ...) and the heroic vocation, once 'raise' - to make us men and women 'new' - will be recovered and internalized to generate our own daily reflections. Then the mirror will be tarnished or broken, the robot will take care of only our actions-routine, 'lower' or essential, and our thoughts will again be the Idea in high places ... remember: it is not so much our DNA that determines what we (If anything, the 'blood' ...), but what we believe and, in particular, what we believe. And above all, what we see in the High! "

So high so low. Chioso with an excerpt from my Get NLP with Spirit!

The experiences of the peaks.

Have you started a strategic path towards the Peak State through the 'way' of GNP (and beyond), here you go (and that will serve as track for more routes that fighting starting from my 'map' - as well as 'surfeggiando' on the waves of the Web: the way ... 'rides' also my blog From chaos to the dancing star ). And read nunc et semper. But remember: "a book that has not God or the absence of God, as illegal character is uninteresting." (Nicolas Gomez Davila)

And you are good point. But you're going even further: We're 'opening' to transpersonal and the spiritual : giving you the first, temporary peak experiences (or peaks). Subsequently, in a 'job' on you (but still without the 'fatigue': let's say ... a delicate effort), this experience is likely to be occasional capture your learning. You say 'go' and 'exit' to your liking from ' peak experiences, to qualify for the state' normal '("plain experience," so to speak). In practice, the same way that you can manage your emotional states with the click of the right hand and left hand. Indeed, 'creating you' from your personal 'click' on the occasion of your experiences of the peaks (when you're at the peak of the experience is' a particularly unusual gesture for you), you can 'enter' in quello “stato alterato di coscienza” semplicemente facendo ‘click’…

Non sto qui ad approfondire l’argomento, ma a parte il metodo del ‘click’ (che se fai un buon ‘allenamento’ dovrebbe portarti – ma ci vuole costanza, fede e conoscenza – a gestire, non solo gli “stati emozionali”, ma quelli “transpersonali”), in diverse ‘scuole’ (parlo di quelle valide) s’insegna agli ‘allievi’ a come passare dagli stati ‘grossolani’ di veglia a quelli ‘sottili’, fino a quelli ‘causali’ (come il nirvana ).

Interestingly, for a "cascade effect", 'resonance' or "morphic field" the greater the number of students who apply to the achievement of 'experience of the peaks, the more these' states' (or 'stage') are stable - that is becoming common - among them students. And more interestingly, these experiences 'transcendental' are easily achievable, even unknowingly, from the rest of the people. It is as if a specific path "path morfogenetico” su cui, come attratti da una forza misteriosa (un flauto magico?), si avviano sempre più ‘cercatori’: in questo modo queste esperienze transpersonali, da ‘particolari’ tendono poi a generalizzarsi. È un po’ quello che è avvenuto riguardo al computer: è vero che l’utilizzo ora è più facilitato e che ormai il pc è un must, anzi necessario come il pane (che invece si mangia sempre meno…), ma, dato l’utilizzo sempre più diffuso, è come se si fosse creato una sorta di rete ‘specchio’ e di “atmosfera facilitante diffusa”, per cui imparare a usare il computer è diventato, anche per i bambini, ‘naturale’ e scontato come respirare…

Esercizio (l’infinito e il nulla)

Entra in ‘situazione’, ossia nella solita posizione ‘preparatoria’ (ti basterà fare il ‘click’ destro)… chiudi gli occhi, fa’ qualche respiro profondo che ti aiuti a lasciar ‘evaporare’ i pensieri… e a dirigere la tua attenzione all’interno di te.

Torna con la mente a quando eri un bambino… Sentiti coccolato, circondato di affetto…

Feel more and more that baby! Focused on every detail and comes into the creature ... enters the sensations, vibrations, physical contact, skin-deep, heartfelt ... underskin wrapped, enveloped, penetrated with love and joy .... rocked, fiddled, titillated, 'spread' of love!

Feel loved, pampered, you want ... Let this love be pervaded by maternal ...

Back now with the mind to when you were a young hopeful, passionate, ardent ...

Sentiti coccolato, circondato di affetto, amore, passione, brama… Sentiti sempre più quel giovanotto focoso! Soffermati su ogni particolare ed entra in quella creatura…

entra nelle sensazioni, nelle vibrazioni, nel contatto fisico, a fior di pelle, underskin… sentiti avvolto, avviluppato, compenetrato d’amore, di gioia, di ebbrezza…. cullato, trastullato, titillato, ‘inebriato’ d’amore!

Sentiti amato, desiderato, bramato… Lasciati pervadere da quest’amore erotico…

Immagina ora di essere nel mezzo della Natura, al centro di un gruppo di persone di ogni età, razza, condizione sociale…

Tra di loro riconosci tanti volti noti: persone che ti amano di amore fraterno, materno, filiale… altre ti bramano con passione ardente…

Sono tutti lì per te, solo per te: ti sorridono, ti abbracciano, ti trasmettono cura, attenzione, amore, passione, energia... Sei in un cerchio d’amore...

Il cerchio si allarga: piante, animali, stones ... All of nature pours et'infonde love, passion, energy, strength, knowledge, wisdom ...

The circle extends to the whole earth, to the whole cosmos, all creation.

spreads indefinitely and then suddenly tightens around you ... flooded with energy

You are the cosmos, you're a dot ... You are a full point of infinite energy!

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You're the new person drawn to me?

Dear friends, talking

illusions, expectations,

I find interesting picture to accompany the poetry of Whitman,

also written 150 years ago, but always very timely ...

look at the choice as to who has fallen ...

Mr. George Clooney ...

as you find it as an actor?

"You're the new person drawn to me?

To begin Sta 'attention, which are very different from what you believe

;

Do you believe in me find your ideal ?

think it's so easy to make me your lover?

I believe that my friendship would be perfect joy?

Do you think I am trusty and faithful?

Can not see beyond this facade, this my ways

tolerant and benevolent?

think you can go to a real path towards a truly heroic man

?

t'assale not ever doubt, or dreamer, that everything can be

veil of maya, illusion? "

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With so many to do things I did not post the siggies I arrived in 2010 .............

imagination has no limits!

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I was thinking what to write to describe my joy at having finished the quilt that I loved and I love the most ...... I would like to say made another wish, but then every day I hear the news that I was a bit 'braking .............
yes this is a desire fulfilled, but perhaps the real desires are other .........

short, I finished my sunbonnet as the title I put 2oo7 - 2o11 because it was becoming a real UFO and the memory of when I started is gone!!
I know well that these tiles, but there .... I remember one of the two housewives who bake cookies to celebrate some kind of party ...............


Thank you for all the affection that I always find it in your post ...... I finish my work so often just to see them to you ............... .. why start so many things but then the desire and enthusiasm to finish them off with your time ........


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bungee jumping

gang bang, bingo and gong

"Project Mayhem will save the world. An ice age culture. A prematurely induced dark century. Project Mayhem will force humanity to go into trance or in remission at the time it takes Earth to recover. "

Words Fight Club Yes, it's time to prepare, to Race an anti- project against the 'Ice Age contemporary (tale è nonostante gli apparenti bollori – ma sono solo flatulenze e miasmi premortem… altro che i fremiti della petite mort. Sentiamo solo starnazzamenti da ‘bolliti’ con la sindrome di Dorian Gray. Ma il ritratto vero sta uscendo fuori. Dopo di che il pediluvio. O la fossa ). Ecco quel che ci vuole, necesse est: un anti-progetto contro il progetto ‘cosmetico’ che pretende (e finge: la Grande Parodia ) di restaurare la fuggitiva giovinezza con punture di bunga-bunga, di giocate al bingo e di binge-eating di sesso mordi e fuggi, da nani e ballerine, between bang-bang gang-bang and news for mentally insane. And do not come to speak, to give dignity all'Olgiatella (giusto! L ' orgiatella was in malmaison nearby, one with high entry and surveillance popes and puppet of the post pupae from peep-show ) does not come to speak, I repeat, the Kennedys and maybe - but lack the basic education ... - Malaparte Capri and her (and the whims of man Krupp). O d'Annunzio. A little 'mental health (and dental), by golly! Moreover, there must be mental hygienist - Or dental - around ... There is only Arcore and his dentures.

"How much poverty, how much greed is in your souls, ye men! Mud is in the depths of their souls ... Of course, they are abstinent, but the bitch Sensuality looks with envy from all that they do. Lust disguised as compassion. " why should not abandon or neglect the eros and beauty. Jamais! There is time for that to eros and ethos (but can match), there is time for the eroticism and chastity. Omnia Munda mundis. is to pick up Margaret Porete, mysticism par excellence, and understand.

"Maybe I suggest you kill your senses? I suggest the innocence of the senses ... "

And it is true that in modern times - the time of the analysis of urine - everything depends on the money, the mammon from the breasts always swollen (for straight - for the 'losers', according to the vulgate dell'Olgiatella', the breasts are withered - a matter of silicone implants? O long hands and burrs protruding as steaming lava dentures?). Yes, this is the age of urine and shit - the money, dung Satan the symbol, to Simmel (and not only - see Ezra Pound wear ) of reduction in quality of quantitative values.

"Everything you loved dies or rejects you. Everything you create will be thrown away. Everything you appreciate will end up in garbage. "

hermeneutics of finitude or macrobiotic abyss? Moreover, " " The Gospels e il Manifesto del partito comunista sbiadiscono; il futuro del mondo appartiene alla Coca-Cola e alla pornografia.” » Tutto questo come premessa… Il ‘corpo’? Un commento ruby (nel senso di ruba-mente) e post- bungabunga di Chris Hedges che mette al palo (quello della cuccagna) tutta una serie di considerazione in-attuali (l’ho scippato a ComeDonChisciotte ). Questo sì che è un bungee-jumping.

Due grandi rappresentazioni di un futuro scenario distopico furono “1984” di George Orwell e “Il Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. The debate between those who assumed you were going to meet the corporate totalitarianism, focused on which of them was right. We were, as Orwell wrote, ruled by the repressive state apparatuses for monitoring and security resorted to harsh and violent forms of control? Or, like Huxley imagined, hypnotized by entertainment and shows, charmed and seduced by technology from profligate consumption in order to achieve our own oppression? At the end of both Orwell and Huxley were right. Huxley had planned the first stage of our enslavement, Orwell the second.

We have been gradually dispossessed of our rights by a corporate state that, as predicted by Huxley, has seduced and manipulated through gratification, mass-produced cheap, unlimited credit, the theater of politics and entertainment. While distracted us with entertainment, the first held under the rules that control the predatory power of the guilds were destroyed, the laws that protect us first have been rewritten and we ended impoverished.

Now that credit is drying up, good jobs for the working class are gone forever and we can not afford the products of mass, we find ourselves transported by "The New World" to "1984". The state, crippled by severe deficit, by endless war and the illegal acts of corporations, is sliding toward bankruptcy. It is time that Big Brother overtaking the world of Huxley. We are moving from a society in which we cleverly manipulated by illusions and links to one in which we are openly controlled.

Orwell warned us compared to a world where books are banned, while Huxley one in which no one reads books. Orwell described a state of permanent war and fear, a culture Huxley diverted from the silly pleasure. Orwell painted a state in which thoughts and conversations are monitored and dissent is brutally punished, Huxley was one in which the population is focused on trivia and gossip, not preoccupa più di informarsi e di conoscere la verità. Orwell ci vedeva terrorizzati fino alla sottomissione, Huxley sedotti fino alla sottomissione. Ma la visione di Huxley, stiamo scoprendo, non era che il preludio a quella di Orwell. Huxley aveva capito il processo attraverso il quale noi stessi saremmo stati complici della nostra riduzione in schiavitù. Orwell aveva compreso la schiavitù. Ora che il colpo delle corporazioni è fatto, restiamo nudi ed indifesi. Stiamo iniziando a capire, come aveva intuito Karl Marx, che il capitalismo selvaggio e senza regole è una forza brutale e rivoluzionaria che sfrutta gli esseri umani e le risorse naturali fino all’esaurimento o al collasso.

“Il partito ha solo sete di potere,” scriveva Orwell in “1984.” “Non siamo interessati al bene degli altri; siamo interessati esclusivamente al potere. Non ricchezza, lusso, lunga vita o felicità: solo il puro potere. Cosa significa puro potere, lo comprenderete ora. Siamo diversi rispetto a tutte le oligarchie del passato, perché sappiamo quello che stiamo facendo. Tutti gli altri, persino quelli che ci assomigliavano, erano ipocriti e codardi. I nazisti tedeschi e i comunisti russi si avvicinavano molto a noi nei metodi, ma non ebbero mai il coraggio di riconoscere i veri motivi che li spingevano ad agire. Essi pretendevano, forse persino credevano, di essersi impadroniti del potere di mala voglia e per un tempo limitato, e che appena dietro l’angolo ci fosse un paradiso in cui gli esseri umani sarebbero stati liberi ed uguali. Noi non siamo così. Noi sappiamo che nessuno ottiene il potere con l’intenzione di abbandonarlo. Il potere non è un mezzo; è il fine. Nessuno instaura una dittatura per salvaguardare una rivoluzione; si fa la rivoluzione per stabilire la dittatura. L’oggetto della persecuzione è la persecuzione. L’oggetto della torta è la tortura. L’oggetto del potere è il potere.”

Nel totalitarismo invertito, le sofisticate tecnologie del controllo corporativo, l’intimidazione e la manipolazione di massa, che superano di gran lunga quelli impiegati dai precedenti totalitarismi, sono actually masked by the glitter, noise and abundance of consumer society. Political participation and civil liberties fell gradually. The corporate state, hiding behind the smokescreen of the public relations industry, entertainment and dell'appariscente materialism of a consumer society, devours us from within. It should not loyalty nor we, nor the nation. Banquet with our housing.

The corporate state can not find its expression in a demagogue or a charismatic leader. Is defined by the anonymity of its faceless corporations. Corporations that hired representatives attractive as Barack Obama, control the science, technology, education and mass communication. Check messages in movies and television and, as in "Brave New World, they use communication tools to support tyranny. Our systems of mass communication, as Wolin writes, "stop, eliminate everything that can bring skills, or ambiguities dialogue, anything that threatens to weaken or undermine the strength of their holistic creation in its total expression" The
result is an information system in monochrome. Celebrities line up, masquerading as journalists, experts and specialists, identify our problems and explain patiently parameters. All those who express views different from the parameters are pushed aside as irrelevant moved, extremist or radical leftists. Sociologists prescient, as Ralph Nader and Noam Chomsky, are silenced. The views acceptable range from A to B. Culture, under the control of these people lined up, it becomes, as Huxley had pointed out, a world of conformity and endless fun, and ultimately fatal optimism.

We pledge to buy products that promise to transform our lives, make us more attractive, sure of ourselves or able to collect hits, whereas we are continually deprived of our rights, our money e della nostra influenza. Tutti i messaggi che ci arrivano, sia dalle news della notte o dai talk show come quello di Oprah Winfrey, promettono un futuro felice e meraviglioso. E questo, come sottolinea Wolin, è “la stessa ideologia che induce i funzionari delle corporazioni a esagerare i profitti e celare le perdite, ma sempre con un’espressione solare.” Siamo stati ipnotizzati, come scrive Wolin “da continui progressi tecnologici” che “ci incoraggiano ad elaborare fantasie di valore individuale, eterna giovinezza, bellezza ottenuta tramite chirurgia, azioni misurate in nanosecondi: una cultura illusoria del controllo e delle sempre crescenti possibilità, i cui esponenti lavorano di fantasia, poiché la vast majority has a vivid imagination, but very little scientific knowledge. "
Our manufacturing base has been destroyed. Speculators and swindlers have looted and stolen billions U.S. finance to small savers who had put aside money for retirement or college. Civil liberties, including habeas corpus (judicial rule of law English and North American, for which the arrested person must appear before the court immediately because they decide on the validity of the arrest and the possibility of his release on bail) and protect against unauthorized wiretaps, are gone. The basic services, including public education and health, were transferred to the corporations that profit from them. The few who disagree, who refuse to get involved in the up and address corporate, corporate are held up by the establishment as extravagant.

reviews and characters have been cleverly constructed by the corporate state, as influenced by the characters in Huxley's "The New World." The protagonist of the book, Bernard Marx, Lenina turns frustration to his girlfriend, asking her: "You would not want to be free, Lenina?" "I do not understand what you mean. I'm free, free to walk. Everyone is happy today. "He laughed," Yes, 'All are happy today, 'This we leave to their children. But will not you be free to be happy in some other way, Lenina? Your way, for example, not like all the others. "" I do not see what you mean, "he repeated.

The facade is crumbling. More and more people realize they have been used and stolen, we are slipping from "New World" by Huxley in "1984" by Orwell. The public, at some point, will face a very unpleasant reality. The well-paid jobs will not come back. The large deficit in human history means that we are trapped in a system of forced labor compensation a corporate debt that the state will use to eradicate the vestiges of social protection for citizens, including social assistance. The state went from capitalist democracy to neofeudalesimo. And when these truths become evident, the anger will replace the cheerful conformity imposed by the corporate state. The post-industrial wasteland of our portfolios, with 40 million Americans living in poverty and another 10 million in a state of semi-poverty, combined with the lack of credit to save families from mortgages, from banks and repossess from bankruptcy due to health care costs mean that the inverted totalitarianism will not work per molto.

Viviamo sempre più nell’Oceania di Orwell piuttosto che nello Stato Mondiale di Huxley. Osama Bin Laden ricopre il ruolo di Emmanuel Goldstein in “1984”. Goldstein, nel romanzo, è la faccia pubblica del terrore. Le sue macchinazioni diaboliche e le azioni clandestine di violenza dominano i tg della sera. L’immagine di Goldstein appare quotidianamente sugli schermi televisivi di Oceania in quanto parte del quotidiano rituale nazionale “due minuti di odio”. E senza l’intervento dello stato, Goldstein, così come Bin Laden, vi ucciderà. Tutti gli eccessi sono giustificati nella lotta titanica contro il male personificato.

“Non 'll never be able to feel human feelings, "says his tormentor to Winston Smith in" 1984. " "You all dead inside. You will not be able to love, to experience friendship, love of life, joy, curiosity, courage or integrity. You will be emptied. We could squeeze them and fill you with ourselves "
The noose is tightening. The era of the fun is about to be replaced by repression. Tens of millions of people have email and telephones controlled by the government. We are monitored and spied on citizens in history. Many of us are incorporated in their daily routine by dozens of security cameras. The nostre inclinazioni e abitudini vengono registrate su Internet. I nostri profili vengono generati in modalità elettronica. I nostri corpi vengono perquisiti in aeroporto e filmati da scanner. Annunci nei locali pubblici, carte di circolazione, cartelli alle fermate dei mezzi pubblici ci invitano continuamente a denunciare attività sospette. Il nemico è ovunque.

Chi non si conforma con i dettami della guerra al terrore, una guerra che, come notava Orwell, è infinita, viene brutalmente messo a tacere. Le misure di sicurezza draconiane impiegate per sedare le proteste durante il G20 a Pittsburgh e Toronto erano completamente sproporzionate rispetto al livello delle attività in strada. Ma hanno lanciato un messaggio chiaro - Do not try this. The FBI targeted actions against Palestinian activists against the war, in whose home in Minneapolis and Chicago agents raided in late September, are a harbinger of what will happen to anyone who dares to challenge the state's official Newspeak. Agents - our Thought Police - seized telephones, computers and other personal effects. Have been issued subpoenas for 26 people who will appear before the Grand Jury. These subpoenas are based on a federal law that bans "providing material support or resources to those defined as foreign terrorist organizations." The terror, even for those who are not minimally coinvolti, diventa il corpo contundente con cui il Grande Fratello ci protegge da noi stessi. “Inizi a vedere, ora, quale mondo stiamo realizzando?” scriveva Orwell. “È esattamente l’opposto della stupida edonistica Utopia che immaginavano i vecchi riformatori. Un mondo di paura, slealtà e tortura, in cui si calpesta e si viene calpestati, un mondo che, nel ridefinirsi, non diminuisce, bensì accresce la propria spietatezza.”

“ Oggi il mondo è pieno di miserabili e la loro angoscia non ha più nessun senso. La nostra epoca d’altronde è un’epoca di misera senz’arte; una cosa penosa. L’uomo è nudo, spogliato di tutto, anche della fede in se stesso” – infuria Céline. « Questo è il nostro mondo, adesso, il nostro mondo » dice Tyler, « e quella gente antica è morta. » E vai con il Fight Club…

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what he thinks he becomes.

Had he reason this great man?

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Pasquale "Contino" duck. Still

Agosto se n’era da poco andato e aveva portato via con se i paesani emigrati che tornavano e i rari turisti che, in quegli anni, venivano in ferie a Favazzina. A goderci le ferie settembrine eravamo rimasti i soliti studenti, nell’attesa che riaprissero le scuole, e Italo il “Capotreno” inevitable with its mythical and unique umbrella.
The day was already late afternoon and me and my friends sitting on the beach for several hours now to fuck, we decided to leave and we were preparing to return home. Duck (or so it seemed), I lost, or tired of flying, perched on the surface of the sea gently rocked by the waves. Intrigued we began to observe it (none of us had ever seen a duck in Favazzina) and now someone said that this would be a good prey for a hunter.
you, regardless of our looks, he was lying on the beach and quiet seemed to have no intention of leaving. We decided to call
Pasquale "Contino", one of many hunters who were then in Favazzina, and he arrived at the beach pretty quickly confirmed that it was just a duck. Excited for the upcoming hunt, ran immediately to take the gun, recommending in the meantime not to scare her and make her escape and get into a boat. And while he was heading home I headed to Don Mimì to take the oars of the boat that was the myth of our youth. Meanwhile
The sea was slightly swollen and I eu Longu (I think it was he who had decided to come with us) we put the boat into the sea, not without some difficulty. When we saw him get approached eu Longu helped him to get on board. Easter was so decked out with rifle, bandolier, meat recalls and other accessories, that instead of hunting for a poor duck, it seemed we were going to a safari.
I started rowing and soon I took a shot duck, Pasquale standing in the bow, he ordered me to stop and shot him after he took aim, raising a myriad of projections. When everything calmed down, duck scared of fireworks, but completely unharmed, she flew, and quietly settled a couple of hundred yards off shore.
"Na pigghiai" said Pasquale
"No! Not d 'accurgimmu' eu Longu I thought after having exchanged a meaningful glance.
"Nbiciniti who stavota na sbagghiu" I urged Pasquale.
but this time I continued to row, in the approach, the suspicious duck rose in the air and walked away more or less the same distance. Pasquale then, when he seemed to be a shot fired, but always with the same results as before. The duck seemed Prendes play us and instead of running away, he got up in the air and put down every time, about the same distance.
We were now quite off, was already down tonight and the sea continued to swell. I tried to convince European Longu Pasquale to return to shore, but he took from the frenzy of the hunt continued to shoot (made out of almost all the cartridges) and to encourage people to go deeper and deeper.
The waves were growing higher and I really worried at the thought of how we were going to pull the boat ashore, I hoped very much that the duck would go away or how Biasi, when he won the ram, Pasquale was able to hit it by mistake. Then, perhaps because he became aware that the sea was swollen and because he could not swim (my age if I remember swimming with two Cucuzza by way 'of life preserver, tied at the waist) decided, reluctantly, (obviously felt offended pride as a hunter) to stop the hunt and return to shore.
return was a really difficult and we just missed that tip, luck that some of our friends were left on the beach and helped us bring down Pasquale, quite scared and soaked wet, and pull the boat to shore.
I did have time to turn around and I saw the duck and soar away to the horizon and quickly, with the night now hung, disappeared from my view, at least at that time fortunate to have met a hunter as Pasquale.

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The tufting machine I really enjoyed ......

few weeks I'll see her hanging on the wall of the shows we do with our Association and in those two days I'm going to enjoy the whole ............

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Dear bloggers,
I was very sorry to read the last post and the Statue of Spusiddha. Unfortunately what we had feared in recent years has become a reality. It now seems certain that 'I'm damn power line is made. To read the statement from the Mayor and the flyer Terna seems that this has great value for the territory, but personally I raise many doubts. I consulted the website of the City of Scylla, but there is no trace of the "Memorandum of Transparency" or the deliberation of the City Council where the commitment to spend the contribution of Terna in favor of the redevelopment of the beach Favazzina (and say two years ago that the Mayor spoke of this decision). You will have news?

Personally, I hope to make mistakes, I guess sad future scenarios:

Option 1: starting the work. The beach is closed and you make the excavation, then for some reason, the work is interrupted and the beach remains forever massacred with an excavation of 10 meters and a permanent fence.

Hypothesis 2: starting the work and are terminated. The beach is more or less adjusted to shots of bulldozer degraded and retained its full of waste and more. The money is being spent in other ways.

wrong and I sincerely hope that my predictions are too pessimistic, but the fact that you are jeopardizing the existence of one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen (see pipeline experience).

PS: I'd like to see the redevelopment plan proposed by building a promenade.

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Elfriede has sent me some wonderful work ............ an envelope full of wonders ..

THANKS ................ Almost a year ago we started an exchange with the girls Quilt ... Italy has for some time that post I received the tiles but as I say every time the weather volaaaa ............
We chose the theme of the garden and here is the result .....

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First Dream of 2011 Fulfil .......... This morning I left for an important goal of my quilting ......... ............. Baltimore and who imagined that nearly four hours in the middle of the blanket was quilted? ??

I would not have never thought ....

certainly not talking about those wonderful quilted blankets as American, complete with medallions of flowers and branches with leaves that are woven, etc. ... etc. ..... no, I speak of that quilting for beginners but it is always a nice effect .........

The machine is a Bernina 830 words ......... I do not have a computerized all'ennesiama power ..................

The store is where this wonder is Fantasy Quilt ........

Tomorrow is repeated and perhaps even the day after tomorrow for the weekend ... so maybe I'll even finish the binding ?????.....

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HEREAFTER

HEREAFTER

Qui nell’eternità

Hereafter : il futuro è già qui ( ma coinvolge il passato ). Alla debolezza del presente si contrappone la fermezza di a past made up of fragments pasted from and the Myth (Great ) history and a future evanescent solidified by the hope of success.

Artificial real success - that is, the realization (informed understanding and practical completion) - the live "here and now, for as is done for the Great Parody of overpowering and overflowing (even to Guy Debord) society of the spectacle (a company from calendar or urinalysis ...) is only a dull and tasteless substitute for what is true "here and now", ie the eternizzazione already on this earth of our being-there in our fields and in the newspapers Our book of hours. For horas ...

"This and nothing else is life: life is like. Bad luck to the anguish. It is short time to live. Soon, wine, dancing, wreaths of flowers, the women. I feel good today, because tomorrow is obscure. " Words of Pallas, the Alexandrian poet, una delle ultime voci pagane – non solo Ipazia – non ancora soffocate dal rumore dei passi dell’avanzante medioevo (quello buio) , evoca le voci di dentro, s focate, spolpate, ma ancora non soffoc ate dal vociare della metropoli. Voce – quella della … vita è piacere. Alla malora le angosce. È breve il tempo per vivere. Presto, il vino … le donne. Voglio sta r bene oggi… – apparentemente consonante with the fading of today's vanitas vanitatum p the atitude of opium and dopata tronista and showgirls to Prozac (but I do not want to do with all the same brush - there is also life on stage, sometimes more than in kitchens, living rooms and in the sacristy).

"And certainly our time ... prefers the image to the thing, copying the original, representation to reality, appearance to being ... What for it is sacred is only the illusion , but what is profane is the truth. Indeed, in his eyes the sacred increases as decreases the truth and the growing ill infusion, so that the height illusion for it is also the height of the sacred . " (Feuerbach)

The mystery, the mystic, the mix of sacred and profane, like the movie's increasingly rouge-noir (or noir-rouge ) Clint Eastwood (Kyle's father - as I write my oreilles sipping his Iwo Jima after being impregnated, flight of fancy but not too much of Trouble Man of Marvin Gaye ) realize the man's transcendence and immanence of the divine, or that the synergy polyphonic and multiplexes that leads to the discovery, the un-veiling , 's another 's Other and of' Alto. So high so low. De Profundis you COMPLAINT.

Hereafter: already here is later. The Deus absconditus (l ' En Soph of Kabbalah - Madonna permitting - but Lady Gaga goes ...) is the r Adige and the engine of all our freedoms and all of our discovery ( inventio, device, expositio). Yes, Deus sive Natura (in the sense that impregnates and 'supports' each 'full' and any 'empty'), a transpersonal God that it is immanent, 'personal' ( and intrapersonal, well as, of course, interpersonal ), whether you believe in its existence and / or presence is that act 'as if' (there: as in 'bet' Pascal), is what makes ensure that our actions may go beyond the limits of ordinariness, of custom and mediocrity. Of course I speak of an approach 'personal', vis à vis, as one between friends and, more intimate, between lovers. a dialogue between a I (with a capital letter) and God (even with the lower case). And I do not speak of a report ( re-abiding ) without di obblighi, costrizioni, legalismi, lacci e laccioli, ma di ‘liberazione’, ‘intuizione’, ‘captazione’ e ‘impregnazione’ di una Presenza ( super – una Supermind per un Übermensch… ) per far sì che il nostro deserta non cresca.

Sì, Dio è morto. Ma è morto il Dio della nostra idea tradizionale di Dio: Dio muore come Padre per ritrovarsi dialetticamente come Figlio (ossia, passa dalla ‘lontananza’ del Dio ‘after’ alla ‘prossimità’ del Dio ‘here ’ ). “Veniamo a Gesù perché il Dio che abbiamo trovato al di fuori di lui è una specie di nemico assente che non ci rende possibile pensare o vivere come vorremmo, cioè come cristiani.” W. Hamilton - One of the theologians, theorists Death of God " ). It is, therefore, always a God super-essential ( Kether, the 'lofty crown' of Kabbalah ) , but its Shekinah, his presence (s sub-essence: his sub-stale, substance, its parousia ia, that updates 's ousia ) is here among us, ready to be captured, even' robbed '( the Kingdom are those who take it hard if ... - so it is written in the Gospels). Above all, it is dentro di noi: attende solo che ‘scaviamo’ (ma è sufficiente un attimo… –  stop con scavi analitici, e psico-analitici) e scopriamo la perla. Tutto questo, nella consapevolezza (sempre con Hamilton) che “la vita cristiana non è un’aspirazione, un’attesa, ma un andare verso il mondo” . D’altronde, “solo il cristiano può pronunciare la parola liberatrice della morte di Dio, perché Only the Christian has died in Christ to the transcendent realm of the sacred ... " (T. Altizer - other theologian Death of God ).

God is dead, but his spirit lives on (in us) ... Spirit Take it! Speaking of books (not just GNP , in mia versione), mi piace iniziare l’anno con uno stralcio ‘spirituale’ dal mio romanzo in prossima (libera) uscita (anche l’editore mi ha lasciato libero – nemmeno un taglio o una glossa. Ma glissiamoci sopra…).   

«Agganciamoci a Margherita Porete, primo anello della catena del Movimento del Libero Spirito… – Massimo attraccò alla sua sponda preferita (l’ultima spiaggia): “L’uomo in questa vita può diventare impeccabile e quindi non può più progredire … A questo grado of perfection, no longer needs to do penance and pray, affording instead of doing everything ... " A man who could reinvent themselves every day, which transgresses the boundaries, communicating acts, which is always a step further, that without love limitations, unconditionally, but with a free spirit , in each case with its own ethics. short, no longer the banner of the Augustinian and sloppy, "Love and do what you want," but a "love comes and do what you got" (the last one, so to speak, of 'librettist' iki-eros-bushido ). But not only the 'Cultra', I do not want raging, sometimes it takes the shot flabellum: "ethics is the charity most traffic laws" (ie, translated to Vattimo, if you love your neighbor and I respect that, and he idem with you there is no reason to ask him to limit or interfere in its sphere of freedom under the pretext of supposed natural or divine laws. Just common sense: the law of love engraved in the hearts ). And again, always behind Margaret, the 'teacher' (Faustian? No. With the whip? Yes, flabellum but flagellant): " is not bound to obey anyone, not even the Church, because where is the Lord, there is freedom in this life ... He enjoys the same bliss of future ... Every rational nature is blessed in itself and does not need the light of glory to rise to the contemplation of God ... The 'perfect soul is not bound to the practice of virtue ... make love without love is a sin, but love is not a sin. "

" Ok. But we are careful with the last two ... with Juice! (Lorenzo, after all, was always with his feet of lead. Even if he was flying.) "

" Come on, do not be bigoted, the Beghard ... Begin the beguine! What is true is the basic idea, that we have to 'push' ( compelle intrare ) and spread : that we are all sparks of the Divine Fire. God works in us, Christ is born, grows - and never dies - in us. God is love. Love and do 'what you want. Do what you want. Ubi Spiritus Domini, ibi libertas ... "

Love melamine. soul, spirit, feelings that make the body. Beau Soleil, feu sacré. Exploring territories, in search of the ark ... near-lost distant God. God binds His power in the action of its relationship with the beloved creature (the 'born again' - ... but everyone can and should ). The soul that becomes destroyed the passage from which 'filters' (es'infiltra) God to enter, stay and remain in this world ...

"" You've come to pour my wine? But when I get drunk with wine is invisible, " sings Rumi, soul freedom and drunk! "Anima and forget drunk ma molto ubriaca, ma più che ubriaca… di ciò che non ha bevuto né berrà mai!” E dai… È giunto il momento di vivere la vita piena! – Lorenzo alzò il bicchiere al cielo (il soffitto. E poi, invece del vino invisibile, del prosecco ben in vista. E vide che era cosa buona… ). Libiam nei lieti calici, che la bellezza infiora. E la fuggevol ora s’inebri di voluttà. Libiamo nei dolci fremiti che suscita l’amore…»

Siate tutti caldi oppure freddi: i tiepidi li vomiterò nella Geenna… Fuoco e fiamme. Fou rire. Passion, an explosion of feelings, the soul bang. Inner strength and rebellion. The other side? "That Nietzsche destroyed me ..." (as Heidegger), but I Christ rebuilds. Yes, if God is dead, at least there was Christ ... (Thus Spake De André, who was also an agnostic).

Christ with us! The room grew sky. It began to rain. A few drops, then showers. Water above and water below. Flooding of the Spirit. The apartment, everything flooded. Max shut the door (if Lorenzo had dimenticato). Ma Cristo la riaprì…

E l’arca scivolò lentamente in acqua.