Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts

3.2.08

RADIOAKTIVITÄT ...::In a Bunker::...

My DVD player is broken, symbolically my vacations come to an end. The video-rental store now can send all the employees' sons to Harvard and Berkeley. My antenna has never worked so if in first place i wasn't able to watch tv, now i have an absolute breakdown with the tube. I only used it to watch the movies, now i'm gonna develop glaucoma by using the computer overtime.


Tulsa, con una versión hermosa de Nick Cave. . .


Para volver a clases y tener a alguien en mis brazos.

24.11.07

Spiritualized

Vengo del cumpleaños de un muy entrañable amigo mío. Esta es la playlist del disco que le he regalado. Sin duda él me ha guiado religiosamente por muchos caminos de la vida. . .

En otras noticias, aclaro: uno puede admirar a un individuo cuyos actos le vagan reconocimiento, pero no quiere decir que se identifique con las instituciones a las que pertenece. Se puede defender el derecho de admirar partiendo de la premisa que un individuo no es el constructo en el que está absorbido. Si hay un reconocimiento, debe ser individual.

23.9.07

IF ...::Child is Father of the Man::...

The exercise of comparing literature is futile and insensitive if is not done by comparing the closeness of the ideas. By contrasting the poems of two authors, the reader should be able to recognise at least the style of each one of the poetic voices by both the variations and the similitude of the images. But not only is the style implicated in the central comparison of literature (or any other art), but the conception of the developed art form itself. The attempt in this essay is to confront two poems from major poetry works of the romantic period: “Holy Thursday” from Songs of Innocence by William Blake and “Ode: Intimations of Immortality” by William Wordsworth.

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Thus I start my essay for HL-II. My Sunday will be very, very long. . .