esoteric suicide Chronicle announced ... -A story for bloggers ... MA
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Behavior Report Card Template
take a few days thinking very seriously close your blog, that is the end of their adventure and their literary characters. I was not tired or had fled the inspiration, of course, Paul writes from more than thirty years every day, bit much, good or bad or indifferent, but writes and reads every day of your life ... so it is very difficult not impossible that one day you do not know what to write or how to do it ... I had other motives, had other reasons ... I had actually begun to evaluate this possibility after reading an e-mail sent by one of his most ardent readers, conspicuous writer each order week he wrote long and always incisive reflections on its texts, as well as lovingly scold him about his extravagance as a writer of blogs and alert fatigue or boredom that sooner or later afflict some writers in this medium. That letter was shocked ... In its letter, Gavina -stranded so brilliant was nicknamed "Jiminy Cricket" literary "I have already attached one of those posts of worship that are transmitted by word of mouth (so to speak) by Internet forums and appear in the lists of some gurus ciberblogosfera. Paul is suspicious of flattery, you know your sweet narcotic, has enjoyed many times in your life professional ... even with all the thanks in silence, we encourage delivered more if possible. However, we "are" some words that ooze so much admiration and appreciation, same thing happens with unexpected gifts, not sure why, with what this man mastered the language, it remains silent in such situations, what Curious ... After this first statement, Gavina stranded confided a recent experience: " Not long ago, wandering through the Internet, I ended up at a blog that caught my attention and, although not comparable, I related rapidly with yours. Its author had posted a last entry in November 2007 and she was saying goodbye to readers and fans (your blog curious parallel as to the plethora of abductees). After reading there for a considerable number of entries I overcame my reluctance to post comments incomprehensible and, feeling that he had been visiting the grave of an unsung hero, I left some flowers on it. Some still visit the tomb waiting for the miracle of the resurrection "... Reading this last paragraph Paul knew with absolute certainty that he also" committed suicide "young hero in the prime of his life as a blogger, he sensed what was going to happen soon did not yet know when ...
Given its tropism for symbolic themes and ritualistic nature, immediately began to think that when indeterminate. Should correspond to some magic number, sacred, that was totally safe ... Paul thinks that certain numbers, certain images and words, are the number of the world, his secret key, to find them, to recognize, has dedicated much of his life, their free time, knowledge and memory ... "I could write a treatise on methods and checks, even a novel about the real reasons, aspects" magic "of many of their professional decisions, the hidden meaning of most of your projects ... After reviewing your list of numbers "suitable" for the sacrifice of his blog, concluded that it would have to do with the number 13. And not just because in Western culture (and its ramifications current globalizing) the fatal number thirteen is unlucky, but precisely because of its ambiguity and secret magical backdrop that Paul knows so well.
folklorist is that many Christians of the thirteenth fatality from the same thirteen diners Dinner Santa threshold of the sacrificial death of Jesus ... has been such hysteria unleashed by the thirteenth in our era that is avoided in many current series: for example in rows of seats on the aircraft, in many hotels and skyscrapers there is no floor 13, some characters refer to him as 12 +1, others avoid marrying any day thirteen (and if it's Tuesday worst). In fact there is a phobia of number thirteen-triscaidecafobia-as there is another at 666, or number of the beast, of course much more difficult to write and pronounce correctly all in one go: hexakosioihexekontahexafobia ... " Fish leads, when the river sounds "in the same Code of Hammurabi omit the number 13, the death is the number XIII of the Major Arcana of the Tarot (the only lama is not" named ")-although it is not a letter in itself "bad" as it announces transformation and change, nobody likes that death comes to visit soon, even at the time, right? ... Well, in Mexico death is another thing, is so sweet ...
However, for other cultures, other people, the number thirteen is a "key", revealing skeleton key to unlock many secrets hidden truths "sacred" to confirm transcendental character, beyond the merely physical and material-of the universe and everything in it is contained. It seems that is related to the cosmic and astrological same child Jesus received the Magi 13 days after birth, Christian legend, in fact the Zodiac signs is 13, since Gemini is twofold: thirteen "months" of twenty days constitute one year -260 days-in Calendar Sacred Maya, Mesoamerican civilization that fascinates us so much Paul and me, and Bruno Llanes, of course, also are thirteen lunar cycles of 28 days that constitute a solar year on the calendar Dreamspell, perhaps more accurate than the calendar Gregorian ... The number 13 is lunar, female, no doubt, and the 12 is solar, masculine. No wonder then that the clocks an invention as male-male as few areas have divided into twelve sectors, hours ... Women are wiser, they invented the time, watches ... Your daily cycles always have an hour more (no man knows what makes a woman your gift when it is his whim, his secret). Men tend to be specific, that is precisely reach their instantaneous, the women always arrive on time ... your time is not the same.
Jewish Kabbalah in each letter represents a number, if we add the numbers in the Hebrew word ONE as a result gives us 13 ... Freemasons For thirteen is the number of major changes and major changes somehow the symbol of eternal life. The U.S. dollar is a good example of this "mean" and "know" hidden, something obvious given the foundation of the new state and its symbols by fracmasones and intellectual occultists. In the back of dollar bill-the most viewed image, while the least read of American visual culture, we can see the white eagle "grabbing" on one side for another 13 arrows and an olive branch with 13 leaves and 13 fruits, the shield of the eagle is a shield with 13 stripes on his head and recognize a halo-constellation of 13 stars, certainly composing a star of David, the two triangles formed by inverted equilateral traversing overlapping, on the other side of the eagle see the pyramid that leads to the gnostic knowledge, symbolized by the great all-seeing eye and looks away, the pyramid has 13 steps or rungs ... And central slogan: ONE-A- about thirteen ... How strange that for some, perhaps among the wisest, the thirteenth means union ( Simbolon ), is a number "key" that links ... and for others, most undifferentiated "means what Otherwise, there exists disunity ( diábolon ), negative fate ... In German, for example, thirteen said "ITS Dreizhen Dutzend des Teufels" (thirteen is a dozen of the devil) ...
Once Lee decided that the thirteenth is the number base, it was easy to guess what the final figure would be included in this series: 13, 26, 39, 52, 65, 78, 91, 104, 117, 130, etc ... As long ago published his entry number 52-whose cryptic symbolism readers obviously did not understand, your best choice possible would be 104. That is, he was convinced "suicide" your blog entry to coincide with the number 104, which also should be consistent with the day 104 from creating your blog. Nothing else make this decision Paul opened his file Blogger to see its position on this calendar count-back ... would be remiss not to tell the truth if you worried more than expected to find that missing a few days and few inputs to achieve this fateful (but voluntary) figure that would end his existence as a character and author of a blog of worship ", who knows if it also forever in the blogosphere. This certainly fell into that sadness to Paul for three days and nights he could not utter a word or write a single letter, those days were no more or less a being in a coma, or worse: a being buried alive (paralyzed by fear, dumb conscious of his fate in terror) ...
before commenting that the Maya civilization had a mathematical and astrological knowledge truly exceptional and had several calendars that you expressed. Probably the most significant is the Sacred Calendar - Tzolkin or Cholquij - 260 days (thirteen cycles of twenty days each). Astrological observation and theoretical systematization led the Maya to know the movement of the planets, their annual cycles around the sun, such as Venus. It seems that the importance of the number thirteen would be given by the combination of the Venusian year (of 584 Earth days) with the ground (365 days). The greatest common divisor of two numbers is 73 -584 / 73 = 8, 365 / 73 = 5 - the sum of their products would be 13 (8 +5) ... The combination of the Mayan vigesimal this module 13 260 results , which coincides almost completely with the cycle of two crops of corn in the Mayan lands, and what is more surprising, the gestation period of a human being ... The combination of sacred years of 260 days and 365-day solar da unit resulted in 52-year cycles called "beam" or "knot" - xuihmolpilli - ... The end of each cycle of 52 years was a time of fear and foreboding, it was thought could be the end of the cosmos, the known world. Likewise, the total number of days equal to five years Venusian eight Earth years provides interesting suggestions: if you understand that the birthday of a person is his "day mark" ( tonalli ), mathematical and astrological features to attend this day-sign just exactly every 65 cycles of Venus, every 37,960 days, which is the same 104 years solar ... The most surprising is that the solar cycle of 365 days, the "Sacred" of 260 days and the Venus 584-day match having only been two "centuries" Maya, 52, is exactly every 104 years ... All of these conditions
symbolic and numerical correlation completely decided Paul to "commit suicide" your blog under the banner of 104 . With aplomb checked the calendar, counted the days since appeared Four Leaf Clover-such was his log-and set the exact day of his "assassination." Then in Wikipedia interpreted the oracles of the day "D" who confirmed it suitable for day to disappear, indeed, that day also was a multiple of 13, on the day half a year "sacred" as the Mayan calendar ... "this verification, as well as leave stunned and amazed, it was an intense chill that ran through his body with exasperating slowness ... It is a thrill death, he concluded
wrong ... Do not give more returns or seek other motives or reasons (sic) for this "suicide announcement" Four Leaf Clover -and if there are, I believe we must respect the silence and intimacy of suicide ... Yes, Paul could have taken another less radical decision: to continue such his life as a character blog to its certain death as a human being that somehow it had given its natural status of virtual death ... It was not an activity that was time consuming, possession of sufficient and with almost total freedom to pursue a good season, if not at the same pace of development, at least with remarkable consistency and quality exquisite formal ... Of course I was frustrated in their expectations: their success and enthusiasm, the great interest, even devotion, of many of its readers their texts far exceeded what I had dreamed or expected just three months before ... Maybe that feeling of acceptance and recognition from others gave him, paradoxically, the charge of conviction he needed to carry out his plan without predictable weakness or regret ... Even with so few signs in recent days confirmed he was the best I could do ... I do not know ...
small details dialectical skirmish, things apparently nothing serious but beat him now more than before: the demise and closure of some blogs I frequented, the silence of some of its most "loyal" readers or the lack of comments, in some cases seemed be a "retaliation" for his own silence and inattention to some other texts so stupidly provocative and unnecessary - would have to do with jealousy?, what strange things while ordinary happen in this world ... not quite understand how some really mediocre blogs were so frequented by intelligent people, with obvious literary criteria, which deposited always comments on them huge praise ... Paul did not understand how they could do this while excusing the failure to attend his own blog for lack of time ... There was also a bit tired of doing regular rounds of "visits" to their favorite blogs ( or others with an interest) to remind them that "still there" ... Paul was like reading well as writing, blogging always walked carefully and hoping to find texts and memorable images in these months was lucky to find real wonders that moved, providing great moments of pleasure and complicity anonymous ... But understand that it was not possible to continue and indefinitely in this coming and going "protocol" ... The worst was overconfident about the loyalty of readers, even more than a lover ... "but if Paul just wants to leave at least a" hello "greeting ... or singular adjective: Beautiful! for example ... little more ...
The days of Paul decision was sorry and gave him more enthusiastic readers penalty ... He promised not to leave them orphans for a while, write to your personal email, send any original from time to time, often in their posts even with a second pseudonym. Something like staying close to them as a good ghost or a literary guardian angel ... still not clear to a few days before his suicide. Expects to decide about gradually as your comments go see ... How hard is to say goodbye, put an end, this is awful, god ... And yet we all know that one day we will die no matter our opinion or our feelings ... that every book has his last words, all the calligraphy painting final ... Perhaps the difference is that a book writer or an artist does not need to die to complete his work, sacrifice themselves to her ... A blogger himself, Paul himself, needs to die to be reborn ... is the Phoenix, the reincarnation of Nahahuátl ... your medicine, your poison ... the victim, his tormentor ...
- If the day-sign we are born determines our destination, day-sign of our death our memory condition? What mysteries have a life and death ...
Drawing: "Book of Hours ", 1991-92
Monday, April 28, 2008
Bf Has An Average Penis
R. .. L. .. FI
With the pen you gave me
handwriting in the notebook calligrams Amalfi
paper you gave me when I was given ... Tues
-fil
I return to write again in this book with squid ink.
may let her live a few hours
fire accents and metallic clamor of the bells (bass) ...
smoke-odor-club-de-rosa: the stake for which ascend ...
A half-read book
handwriting in the notebook calligrams Amalfi
paper you gave me when I was given ... Tues
-fil
I return to write again in this book with squid ink.
may let her live a few hours
fire accents and metallic clamor of the bells (bass) ...
smoke-odor-club-de-rosa: the stake for which ascend ...
A half-read book
and a book half done ...
Sometimes there is nothing to say ... Nor
cranes go around every day
with their beaks and feathers
telling stories to camellias and mandarin.
write:
In this part of the blue
evaporates more slowly.
write:
I know I am well and happy (I think), with skin
moistened by the rains of spring ...
write:
Fear not, my love ...
the victim told his executioner
with open eyes flooded with tears
.
I once read that a tear to spill / Becomes the eye in a question mark ... / A tear charges forever and puts into question / all poems, sunrises slower / passionate stories we tell one day fast. / Cries and his scandal to silence the words tonight.
write:
My eyes have seen
tenderness that speaks the language of fondling,
not feel the love through touch, no ...
but by the look
confirms the reunion of our skins .
-write not to move mountains or to enter on the right foot in dictionaries and encyclopedias, nor by intellectual arrogance, curiosity existential or exit of anonymity. You are mistaken if you think that of me ... Or at this point in the reading does not know to whom I write? I'm on your left, sitting: recognize my breath (in your ear), shake me of your lashes ... I'm obsessed with calligraphy that word for days: Tues-fil ... (for days, hours, now, is, da same: we are hanging on the swing moment of our palabrasraras ) ...
write:
The cobalt blue room china
Debussy came to dinner tonight ... Spleen
in Mallorca ...
Sometimes there is nothing to say ... Nor
cranes go around every day
with their beaks and feathers
telling stories to camellias and mandarin.
write:
In this part of the blue
evaporates more slowly.
write:
I know I am well and happy (I think), with skin
moistened by the rains of spring ...
write:
Fear not, my love ...
the victim told his executioner
with open eyes flooded with tears
.
I once read that a tear to spill / Becomes the eye in a question mark ... / A tear charges forever and puts into question / all poems, sunrises slower / passionate stories we tell one day fast. / Cries and his scandal to silence the words tonight.
write:
My eyes have seen
tenderness that speaks the language of fondling,
not feel the love through touch, no ...
but by the look
confirms the reunion of our skins .
-write not to move mountains or to enter on the right foot in dictionaries and encyclopedias, nor by intellectual arrogance, curiosity existential or exit of anonymity. You are mistaken if you think that of me ... Or at this point in the reading does not know to whom I write? I'm on your left, sitting: recognize my breath (in your ear), shake me of your lashes ... I'm obsessed with calligraphy that word for days: Tues-fil ... (for days, hours, now, is, da same: we are hanging on the swing moment of our palabrasraras ) ...
write:
The cobalt blue room china
Debussy came to dinner tonight ... Spleen
in Mallorca ...
Photo: " blue pen", January 2004
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Can Ringworm Be Dormant
This evening I will write about landscapes ... "Well ... also about sex and romance (but do not be alarmed, it's just an introduction).
Sunday, Mr Pau Llanes ... It's a lovely evening: bright, blue, warm ... I write after lunch generously relaxed and excited after attending while disappointed at the final race of Formula One (for TV, of course, I'm stuck in Mallorca). I prefer to write to nap.
The first thing I want to say is that I was surprised large share (the views and comments) to my last text about romance, about the "romantic professionals" ... It was a text I decided to write stimulated by one of the first comments on my stories erotic-pornographic. The comment went something like, "Yeah, funny, but what about romance? ... So I said, why do not you? ... Want romance? Well, take romanticism ... At worst I spent ... but the result of my participation as readers, I confirmed that the "theme" is in the air and everything / as they felt involved / or recognized as / as in some way ... To close the chapter I just want to own two or three points: first, that "romantic professionals" (or "emotional vampires" or "rogue sublime") there are men and women (not just a boundary condition of males), which its objectives are the same but their strategies are different, and do not necessarily belong to the age group of maturity ... I say I found true "vampires sublime" in his twenties, with experienced "romantic professional" thirty-something, with predatory forties and fifties ... The body is old, the soul.
Second: my stories were examples of sex without love ... real as life itself. And very pleasant, right? ... There is love, sex, and love without sex ... as is sex with love or without it ... Who has not had sex, just sex nothing more than sex? So I do not understand some critical comments about it ... Or is that masturbation is an act of self-esteem? I do not think it necessary to be self-love to pleasure ... not to meet with romance ... Give the body what the body needs and what you require soul-not vice versa ... ...
Finally, to those who ask me about my romantic nature or not, I advise you read my texts grouped under the themes "love" and "love" ... Pau Llanes knows and knows firsthand all that ... He loved as much as they loved, no more and no less-is and has been a lover and lover, is in love as much as you love ... What Pau Llanes required to love is to be memorable, if not, better sex, pure sex, fun, imagination and quality (and very memorable) ... Sex with love is an act of extreme generosity, mutual care and attention, shared physically and emotionally. Have sex "just sex" is something else: a pact here and now "for pleasure and, of course, an excellent pedagogical exercise between two beings who" taught "and "Learn" while they are pleased ... To have sex is required on all willing to learn as much as wanting to teach. Sexual accomplices enjoyed the most are those who give to their game without competing, sharing their skills, enjoying both surprises and the curiosity of their respective bodies. The ideal is to seamlessly switch the roles of teacher and learner / a in the sexual game ... better than nothing would have enough "expertise, experience and know-how." The best sex is obtained by applying in each situation the most appropriate method: inductive, deductive, analytical and / or synthetic. He fucks methodically, method and technique to love ... But there is no method or experience that are worth: you love holistically, in all, pure intuition ... You love even without knowing ... Knowing is not the same as knowing ... I explained it? Do you understand?
Well ... I'll tell you more: yesterday I was in the field, walking, smelling, sharing feelings with my company, collecting landscapes ... We talk a lot of writings and landscapes painted landscapes, represented as summarized in pictures. Still warm words that we said about the thoughts that led. I would like to share with you all this, you're so far away, invisible. Now I want to write about landscapes ... In principle, suspicious of the words they want it too totalizing embrace all, show everything, say everything: Art, Culture, Nature, Scenics ... How easy it would write " Everything is landscape, but it would be stupid arrogance, an assertion with no guarantee ... We need to find some effective starting point to help us build language (literature). Borges preferably made from dictionaries and encyclopedias, because there the words are arranged at least by non-contiguous lexical meanings. Me I also like to consult dictionaries, squeeze, like Borges. And among them, I declare my special admiration and trust for the Dictionary of English Use Dona Maria Moliner, almost always find an argument in their definitions enough ... Not so in this case. Most definitions and meanings of "landscape" posed Dona Maria are very partial, makes many references to rural, the countryside. However there is one that makes me think, "field considered show" ... Yes, that's talking, of landscapes to see and feel.
It occurred to me to try a proper definition sobre el paisaje que quiero regalarte: “ Paisaje: una visión fragmentada de la naturaleza y el mundo que nos rodea e incluye ”… Es decir el paisaje como algo que se ve y por supuesto se interpreta —elegimos nuestro punto de vista, los ángulos de visión, acotamos su amplitud (“enmarcamos” nuestra mirada)… Se trata de fragmentos de realidad que ordenamos, componemos, relacionamos, comparamos… Fragmentos de la naturaleza: pero no sólo la espontánea y libre, la que se entiende como no construida ni intervenida directamente por el hombre, sino también la alterada mínimamente todavía comparable en muchos aspectos a la naturaleza salvaje, o domesticada with true love and commitment (though utilities), such as the countryside, rural ... And also fragments of the world that would be the rest is not widespread nature where it appears the built, urban, inside our home territories, our houses and courtyards, parks and gardens ... A nature and a world around us and include scenes of our steps, where we walk or we move ... the vital circle radii are our eyes and feelings and mobile center axis moves, parasite, with our body ... A world-landscape-circular and includes affects us belongs to us and we belong, as a point belongs equally to its circumference and the tangent line that touches ...
is clear that this idea about the landscape of a deep conviction: " The landscape is human, or it is not ." What I mean is that the landscape exists only insofar as it is seen, read and interpreted, on the contrary nature, the world still exist even without our views and interpretations. The landscape is a state only circumstantial, not essential in nature ... as human landscapes are inhabited, have been or will be inhabited. And inhabit a landscape view only, our eyes are a prosthesis, our machines to record and play, the physiological prosthesis prosthesis. We hope and we do everything possible to save his features sketches from life, photos, videos, those written pen flies, Intangible invent mnemonics before they disappear their ephemeral sensations, perhaps with the secret intention of restoring his magic feelings that we moved ... Oh, those memories so volatile, so distracted by anything that mingle with them, sharing their secrets with total promiscuity. If not for the pictures, those things that fill the museums, books, libraries, our life of street vendors, everything would be unsolvable chaos of confused memories, to the wishes ... more hopeful would only forgotten memories.
But make no mistake: there is no image that represents the whole world. Like the art is not a facsimile of the world nor is a landscape. I repeat: what we see and select fragments of nature and the world around us is only an interpretation, a visual representation from a particular viewpoint poor-all view has specific space and time coordinates, interim, we move too ... Maybe this fragility of reality referred to, nature "seen and interpreted" in his landscapes, shocked the art and look into this subject-subject. Art has always wanted create lasting images, including iconic signs that we chained to his memory in perpetuity. For that it had rid of insignificant details, the lengthy descriptions, analytical sciences traps and optical physics. The vision of art is more of a pure interpretation of extrasensory perception that a strict sense ... It is rather a suspicion that something invisible inside or beyond what you see ... You know, I've said on other occasions that I represent symbolically the Arts through a lattice, which reveals and obscures, and dramatize a scene of jealousy when I want to know and it hurts know ... Anyway, do not follow this path, you see where I can bring my passion for landscapes, for their performances: far, far away, up, perhaps in the clouds and fog ...
All landscape is subjective - necessity as the "I" which aims to identify with him, a pure interpretation ... " The eye is blind art," he said with obvious exaggeration Gombrich. Neither of the landscape can a purely physical. It is not possible a hypothetical mechanical look devoid of intent, pure and uncontaminated memory, memories, which is absent the power of imagination. The look of the landscape, as in art, is subjective ... often confuse what is merely a visual recognition with the pure knowledge (scientific or otherwise), which has led to multiple and persistent errors and paradoxes of reality. What we see is only a partial fragment of a more complex reality, just a poor stimulus in a given context, we discover not always naive and autonomously but rather the contrary. Usually we consider the sense of sight as the first and most immediate of our senses, we communicate more effectively with the outside world, but this is not true. Looking, seeing and knowing intermingle dangerously, sometimes contradictory when vibrate at will, unsupportive ...
Many of our ideas and beliefs backed only by the sense of sight are superficial appearances of image, mental constructs visual models from given, made and learned without reservation. It is seen that in addition to any landscape should be read: it is a visual text that requires its own code of interpretation of reality, a complex transcription system linking seemingly disparate forms and contents, including exceptions, something like a foolproof formula for order the world in all its facets and possibilities, but in its way, as their home language. Since the destruction of the Tower of Babel interprets each world as he gives his speech, which explains the cultural conventions, aesthetic, nothing universal, leading to the painted landscapes of East and West, the divergent trends particular to this era of globalization alleged differentiation and generic ...
- Go ! I've been through ... I've written too much, how long have I done wrong ... Well, another day I'll write a bit more of my favorite landscapes, those that I was collecting for my life of compulsive traveler, nomad, vagabond, before finally meet when and where ... Where are you? Please send me your favorite landscape; descríbemelo or give me one of your images, you may well find you more easily and begin to live, to inhabit, even in your absence ... I'll wait here while you rid of your baggage useless ... Do not delay. Or think that I've read all the way until the last three dots ...
Sunday, Mr Pau Llanes ... It's a lovely evening: bright, blue, warm ... I write after lunch generously relaxed and excited after attending while disappointed at the final race of Formula One (for TV, of course, I'm stuck in Mallorca). I prefer to write to nap. The first thing I want to say is that I was surprised large share (the views and comments) to my last text about romance, about the "romantic professionals" ... It was a text I decided to write stimulated by one of the first comments on my stories erotic-pornographic. The comment went something like, "Yeah, funny, but what about romance? ... So I said, why do not you? ... Want romance? Well, take romanticism ... At worst I spent ... but the result of my participation as readers, I confirmed that the "theme" is in the air and everything / as they felt involved / or recognized as / as in some way ... To close the chapter I just want to own two or three points: first, that "romantic professionals" (or "emotional vampires" or "rogue sublime") there are men and women (not just a boundary condition of males), which its objectives are the same but their strategies are different, and do not necessarily belong to the age group of maturity ... I say I found true "vampires sublime" in his twenties, with experienced "romantic professional" thirty-something, with predatory forties and fifties ... The body is old, the soul.
Second: my stories were examples of sex without love ... real as life itself. And very pleasant, right? ... There is love, sex, and love without sex ... as is sex with love or without it ... Who has not had sex, just sex nothing more than sex? So I do not understand some critical comments about it ... Or is that masturbation is an act of self-esteem? I do not think it necessary to be self-love to pleasure ... not to meet with romance ... Give the body what the body needs and what you require soul-not vice versa ... ...
Finally, to those who ask me about my romantic nature or not, I advise you read my texts grouped under the themes "love" and "love" ... Pau Llanes knows and knows firsthand all that ... He loved as much as they loved, no more and no less-is and has been a lover and lover, is in love as much as you love ... What Pau Llanes required to love is to be memorable, if not, better sex, pure sex, fun, imagination and quality (and very memorable) ... Sex with love is an act of extreme generosity, mutual care and attention, shared physically and emotionally. Have sex "just sex" is something else: a pact here and now "for pleasure and, of course, an excellent pedagogical exercise between two beings who" taught "and "Learn" while they are pleased ... To have sex is required on all willing to learn as much as wanting to teach. Sexual accomplices enjoyed the most are those who give to their game without competing, sharing their skills, enjoying both surprises and the curiosity of their respective bodies. The ideal is to seamlessly switch the roles of teacher and learner / a in the sexual game ... better than nothing would have enough "expertise, experience and know-how." The best sex is obtained by applying in each situation the most appropriate method: inductive, deductive, analytical and / or synthetic. He fucks methodically, method and technique to love ... But there is no method or experience that are worth: you love holistically, in all, pure intuition ... You love even without knowing ... Knowing is not the same as knowing ... I explained it? Do you understand?
Well ... I'll tell you more: yesterday I was in the field, walking, smelling, sharing feelings with my company, collecting landscapes ... We talk a lot of writings and landscapes painted landscapes, represented as summarized in pictures. Still warm words that we said about the thoughts that led. I would like to share with you all this, you're so far away, invisible. Now I want to write about landscapes ... In principle, suspicious of the words they want it too totalizing embrace all, show everything, say everything: Art, Culture, Nature, Scenics ... How easy it would write " Everything is landscape, but it would be stupid arrogance, an assertion with no guarantee ... We need to find some effective starting point to help us build language (literature). Borges preferably made from dictionaries and encyclopedias, because there the words are arranged at least by non-contiguous lexical meanings. Me I also like to consult dictionaries, squeeze, like Borges. And among them, I declare my special admiration and trust for the Dictionary of English Use Dona Maria Moliner, almost always find an argument in their definitions enough ... Not so in this case. Most definitions and meanings of "landscape" posed Dona Maria are very partial, makes many references to rural, the countryside. However there is one that makes me think, "field considered show" ... Yes, that's talking, of landscapes to see and feel.
It occurred to me to try a proper definition sobre el paisaje que quiero regalarte: “ Paisaje: una visión fragmentada de la naturaleza y el mundo que nos rodea e incluye ”… Es decir el paisaje como algo que se ve y por supuesto se interpreta —elegimos nuestro punto de vista, los ángulos de visión, acotamos su amplitud (“enmarcamos” nuestra mirada)… Se trata de fragmentos de realidad que ordenamos, componemos, relacionamos, comparamos… Fragmentos de la naturaleza: pero no sólo la espontánea y libre, la que se entiende como no construida ni intervenida directamente por el hombre, sino también la alterada mínimamente todavía comparable en muchos aspectos a la naturaleza salvaje, o domesticada with true love and commitment (though utilities), such as the countryside, rural ... And also fragments of the world that would be the rest is not widespread nature where it appears the built, urban, inside our home territories, our houses and courtyards, parks and gardens ... A nature and a world around us and include scenes of our steps, where we walk or we move ... the vital circle radii are our eyes and feelings and mobile center axis moves, parasite, with our body ... A world-landscape-circular and includes affects us belongs to us and we belong, as a point belongs equally to its circumference and the tangent line that touches ...
is clear that this idea about the landscape of a deep conviction: " The landscape is human, or it is not ." What I mean is that the landscape exists only insofar as it is seen, read and interpreted, on the contrary nature, the world still exist even without our views and interpretations. The landscape is a state only circumstantial, not essential in nature ... as human landscapes are inhabited, have been or will be inhabited. And inhabit a landscape view only, our eyes are a prosthesis, our machines to record and play, the physiological prosthesis prosthesis. We hope and we do everything possible to save his features sketches from life, photos, videos, those written pen flies, Intangible invent mnemonics before they disappear their ephemeral sensations, perhaps with the secret intention of restoring his magic feelings that we moved ... Oh, those memories so volatile, so distracted by anything that mingle with them, sharing their secrets with total promiscuity. If not for the pictures, those things that fill the museums, books, libraries, our life of street vendors, everything would be unsolvable chaos of confused memories, to the wishes ... more hopeful would only forgotten memories.
But make no mistake: there is no image that represents the whole world. Like the art is not a facsimile of the world nor is a landscape. I repeat: what we see and select fragments of nature and the world around us is only an interpretation, a visual representation from a particular viewpoint poor-all view has specific space and time coordinates, interim, we move too ... Maybe this fragility of reality referred to, nature "seen and interpreted" in his landscapes, shocked the art and look into this subject-subject. Art has always wanted create lasting images, including iconic signs that we chained to his memory in perpetuity. For that it had rid of insignificant details, the lengthy descriptions, analytical sciences traps and optical physics. The vision of art is more of a pure interpretation of extrasensory perception that a strict sense ... It is rather a suspicion that something invisible inside or beyond what you see ... You know, I've said on other occasions that I represent symbolically the Arts through a lattice, which reveals and obscures, and dramatize a scene of jealousy when I want to know and it hurts know ... Anyway, do not follow this path, you see where I can bring my passion for landscapes, for their performances: far, far away, up, perhaps in the clouds and fog ...
All landscape is subjective - necessity as the "I" which aims to identify with him, a pure interpretation ... " The eye is blind art," he said with obvious exaggeration Gombrich. Neither of the landscape can a purely physical. It is not possible a hypothetical mechanical look devoid of intent, pure and uncontaminated memory, memories, which is absent the power of imagination. The look of the landscape, as in art, is subjective ... often confuse what is merely a visual recognition with the pure knowledge (scientific or otherwise), which has led to multiple and persistent errors and paradoxes of reality. What we see is only a partial fragment of a more complex reality, just a poor stimulus in a given context, we discover not always naive and autonomously but rather the contrary. Usually we consider the sense of sight as the first and most immediate of our senses, we communicate more effectively with the outside world, but this is not true. Looking, seeing and knowing intermingle dangerously, sometimes contradictory when vibrate at will, unsupportive ...
Many of our ideas and beliefs backed only by the sense of sight are superficial appearances of image, mental constructs visual models from given, made and learned without reservation. It is seen that in addition to any landscape should be read: it is a visual text that requires its own code of interpretation of reality, a complex transcription system linking seemingly disparate forms and contents, including exceptions, something like a foolproof formula for order the world in all its facets and possibilities, but in its way, as their home language. Since the destruction of the Tower of Babel interprets each world as he gives his speech, which explains the cultural conventions, aesthetic, nothing universal, leading to the painted landscapes of East and West, the divergent trends particular to this era of globalization alleged differentiation and generic ...
- Go ! I've been through ... I've written too much, how long have I done wrong ... Well, another day I'll write a bit more of my favorite landscapes, those that I was collecting for my life of compulsive traveler, nomad, vagabond, before finally meet when and where ... Where are you? Please send me your favorite landscape; descríbemelo or give me one of your images, you may well find you more easily and begin to live, to inhabit, even in your absence ... I'll wait here while you rid of your baggage useless ... Do not delay. Or think that I've read all the way until the last three dots ...
Photos: The Series "Landscapes of Mallorca " January-July 2004
Friday, April 25, 2008
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On "romantic professionals" and its dangers ...
Have you ever met a / the romantic / professional in your life? Sure ... there are everywhere, have a special smell to sniff existential tragedies, moments of weakness ... Of course not all "romantic" are "romantic professionals, their typology is very diverse, most are harmless, even intimate: the" melancholy ", the" literary " the "aesthetic", the "love of love", etc., is the "professionals" who you have to save, they are dangerous, can hurt you much damage if you let them into your life and "Okuparte" no solution ... I will define and describe above such a romantic, that you care ...
But before I sign up something about the romance lest we confuse the words and make a mess ... one thing to have romantic impulses from time to time, idealized love living situations, like a novel - " roman" in French - and another thing to live in a permanent state ... We are all romantic romantic functional, but some are in need ... and among them some by trade ... One thing is "to be" romantic and a "being" romantic ... Being romantic is abandoned to unknown, the unconscious, the irrational. It's a mood that is experienced with total delight, without reservation or subterfuge, enjoying every moment of a sort of existential shipwreck where reality drifts and crashed into the ridge threat of life ... Usually, for a romantic does not fit the hypothesis that there may be "a today, "an immediate reality, which may be considered cause for concern or wishes to look forward. Only last-remembered bitterly and future, always uncertain, miserable and terrible senses, have the dignity and gravity enough to be taken into account, move him ... His tragedy is not confined to the narrow knowing their territories memory-chewed-and desire-volatilization, both agonizing and abysmal ... can not live real time, that is, who should share with "others." The romantic aims to resolve their distress, to be saved, not just a moral commitment that will reconcile with their time and others ... It is a selfish character and need-is-nature, isolated and timeless ...
The "professional romance "is a perversion of Romanticism, its most pathological and harmful. First is a show that requires exceptionally gifted actors to self-pity and loneliness. His characters spend all their time bemoaning the injustice, villainy, inevitable adversities of fate ... So many times have tested the loyalty and love of his victims in the end only have been by his side treachery and indifference of her lovers ... you'd better not even to these buffoons suicide of love ... so apparently owners themselves, as actors. Suicide is a pretext that is written, he admits with tears in their eyes, threatens, but has never taken seriously on the lips of these tricksters feelings. Suicide is a last resort it does requires some kind of remorse ... "rather than the romantic suicide is not willing to suffer, anything that is not strictly governed by its advantageous contract with life.
For those who believe that humanity is stupid, to be "professional romantic is your best option. No one is more ambitious and ruthless than those romantic. His apparent and well-studied self-destructive character reduced to rubble all the illusions of those who had the temerity to pity them and try their salvation. The proverbial greed to possess that betrays the spirit of these patients is matched only by his natural disposition to leave battered all those souls who have thumbed and squandered. And do not mind having lost everything, on the contrary ... this destitution, this folly, are convinced that they got it appease his anxiety, at least momentarily before equip new horrors, more subtle desecration in the naivety of his victims ...
The "romantic professional" claims for itself all the affection and tenderness that come out to meet him, not deserve. Makes them unlikely traps, illusions comfortable lies we entangle and confuse any idiot who has tried to save with his piety and ridiculous hope. With the Romantics do not play or may suffer as a joke. Your most effective strategy is to make us believe they need our love, our admiration freed from suspicion ... they say we are the only safe haven in which to deposit their solemn confessions ... much falsehood and cunning to be loved for who only aspires to hate later after his treason ... What perverse intelligence, god ... so refined And what a pleasure to conquer back the trust of someone who has left (only on a whim, without the least regard his bitterness) to multiply their suffering to the absolute limits in fear of a final and definitive abandonment ... - remember the book, film, Havoc ? The victims of a "professional romantic" survive unfortunately suffering from fear to love forever ...
The "romantic professional "lives in a continued indifference camouflaged studied fine words and caresses. There is nothing more despicable than a love poem written by such mercenary meanness, nor as painful as the memory of her orgasms. Delicious orgasms and words of a romantic seductive open scars, tears acids that leave intact with no cure time, for which no use the mock heroic revenge or forgetting. How to make love, as he writes of love, a "professional romantic!" Romantic
These predators are masters in the art of believing their lies. Nobody will ever know when they suffer or enjoy really. Their throats strung laughter and groans with the same sound ... They say oh, what a pain! as they might say "I love you" or "I'm the happiest person in the world" ... Its sentimentality is a narcotic anesthetic for the victims and prevents them from escaping while there is time. Exude a powerful drug that bittersweet sentimental, propagated by tongues and ears, numbs the senses, mostly common sense ... A whisper, just a syllable, can topple the strongest human architecture and the strongest of wills. Seduced by the voice of a passionate and romantic look is known for its unhappy sooner or later, all its own, humiliated ... No no one deserves such a sacrifice, not even who made you dream of truth for the first time ... The end of the dream is a miracle that suicide is not worth it ... do you? ... Love is something else ... right?
Have you ever met a / the romantic / professional in your life? Sure ... there are everywhere, have a special smell to sniff existential tragedies, moments of weakness ... Of course not all "romantic" are "romantic professionals, their typology is very diverse, most are harmless, even intimate: the" melancholy ", the" literary " the "aesthetic", the "love of love", etc., is the "professionals" who you have to save, they are dangerous, can hurt you much damage if you let them into your life and "Okuparte" no solution ... I will define and describe above such a romantic, that you care ... But before I sign up something about the romance lest we confuse the words and make a mess ... one thing to have romantic impulses from time to time, idealized love living situations, like a novel - " roman" in French - and another thing to live in a permanent state ... We are all romantic romantic functional, but some are in need ... and among them some by trade ... One thing is "to be" romantic and a "being" romantic ... Being romantic is abandoned to unknown, the unconscious, the irrational. It's a mood that is experienced with total delight, without reservation or subterfuge, enjoying every moment of a sort of existential shipwreck where reality drifts and crashed into the ridge threat of life ... Usually, for a romantic does not fit the hypothesis that there may be "a today, "an immediate reality, which may be considered cause for concern or wishes to look forward. Only last-remembered bitterly and future, always uncertain, miserable and terrible senses, have the dignity and gravity enough to be taken into account, move him ... His tragedy is not confined to the narrow knowing their territories memory-chewed-and desire-volatilization, both agonizing and abysmal ... can not live real time, that is, who should share with "others." The romantic aims to resolve their distress, to be saved, not just a moral commitment that will reconcile with their time and others ... It is a selfish character and need-is-nature, isolated and timeless ...
The "professional romance "is a perversion of Romanticism, its most pathological and harmful. First is a show that requires exceptionally gifted actors to self-pity and loneliness. His characters spend all their time bemoaning the injustice, villainy, inevitable adversities of fate ... So many times have tested the loyalty and love of his victims in the end only have been by his side treachery and indifference of her lovers ... you'd better not even to these buffoons suicide of love ... so apparently owners themselves, as actors. Suicide is a pretext that is written, he admits with tears in their eyes, threatens, but has never taken seriously on the lips of these tricksters feelings. Suicide is a last resort it does requires some kind of remorse ... "rather than the romantic suicide is not willing to suffer, anything that is not strictly governed by its advantageous contract with life.
For those who believe that humanity is stupid, to be "professional romantic is your best option. No one is more ambitious and ruthless than those romantic. His apparent and well-studied self-destructive character reduced to rubble all the illusions of those who had the temerity to pity them and try their salvation. The proverbial greed to possess that betrays the spirit of these patients is matched only by his natural disposition to leave battered all those souls who have thumbed and squandered. And do not mind having lost everything, on the contrary ... this destitution, this folly, are convinced that they got it appease his anxiety, at least momentarily before equip new horrors, more subtle desecration in the naivety of his victims ...
The "romantic professional" claims for itself all the affection and tenderness that come out to meet him, not deserve. Makes them unlikely traps, illusions comfortable lies we entangle and confuse any idiot who has tried to save with his piety and ridiculous hope. With the Romantics do not play or may suffer as a joke. Your most effective strategy is to make us believe they need our love, our admiration freed from suspicion ... they say we are the only safe haven in which to deposit their solemn confessions ... much falsehood and cunning to be loved for who only aspires to hate later after his treason ... What perverse intelligence, god ... so refined And what a pleasure to conquer back the trust of someone who has left (only on a whim, without the least regard his bitterness) to multiply their suffering to the absolute limits in fear of a final and definitive abandonment ... - remember the book, film, Havoc ? The victims of a "professional romantic" survive unfortunately suffering from fear to love forever ...
The "romantic professional "lives in a continued indifference camouflaged studied fine words and caresses. There is nothing more despicable than a love poem written by such mercenary meanness, nor as painful as the memory of her orgasms. Delicious orgasms and words of a romantic seductive open scars, tears acids that leave intact with no cure time, for which no use the mock heroic revenge or forgetting. How to make love, as he writes of love, a "professional romantic!" Romantic
These predators are masters in the art of believing their lies. Nobody will ever know when they suffer or enjoy really. Their throats strung laughter and groans with the same sound ... They say oh, what a pain! as they might say "I love you" or "I'm the happiest person in the world" ... Its sentimentality is a narcotic anesthetic for the victims and prevents them from escaping while there is time. Exude a powerful drug that bittersweet sentimental, propagated by tongues and ears, numbs the senses, mostly common sense ... A whisper, just a syllable, can topple the strongest human architecture and the strongest of wills. Seduced by the voice of a passionate and romantic look is known for its unhappy sooner or later, all its own, humiliated ... No no one deserves such a sacrifice, not even who made you dream of truth for the first time ... The end of the dream is a miracle that suicide is not worth it ... do you? ... Love is something else ... right?
Drawing: the "Book of Hours " , 1991-92
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