Author: amities
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ου φροντις ‘Ιπποκλειδη
Random, occasional thoughts Disconnected from life. Unencumbered by identity; schizophrenic ramblings. Echoes growing fainter, Incomprehensible, Disconnected, Absurd, Mutilated. Nota bene: For a more prosaic biography, please point your browser to kreis.su and visit the about section there.
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Ancient Greeks vs Byzantines
It seems that my opinion of the Byzantines was shared by Arab scholars. Al-Jahiz in his al-Radd ‘ala al-nasara says: The Rum subsequently attributed to themselves some of the books of the ancient Greeks. Since the Rum could not change the names of the most famous Greek authors, they ended by claiming that the Yunan…
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Then and now
Anatole France, Revolt of the Angels: he saw that this country, under the name of a republic, was constituted a plutocracy, and that under the appearance of a democratic government, high finance exercised sovereign sway, untrammelled and unchecked. Turn of the 20th century France resembles present-day America.
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Jenni Vartiainen – En Haluu Kuolla Tänä Yönä
Jenni Vartiainen – En Haluu Kuolla Tänä Yönä (I don’t want to die to-night) http://twitter.com/jennivartiainen
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χρονολογία
En un caballo llamado tiempo Lo mejor del amor se va Ya se va Ya se va
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j\’accuse
Esto de las redes sociales ha sido letal para los sitios webs, y no me refiero a aquellos simulacros productos de patrones monótones desprovistos de ingenio y arte; exagero, el creador elige el color de la plantilla, lo cual requiere algunas neuronas. El sitio web es el dinosaurio moderno, una especie en extincción. Si no…
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confesión
Después de un paréntesis, un susurro que ocupa un instante insignificante. Un punto al final de una obscura oración perdida en un párrafo prolijo e infinito. He leído que la vida de un ser humano es tan insignificante en el curso de la eternidad, un parpadeo. Entonces, la existencia podría resultar ser una ilusión ontológica,…
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Insignificant snapshots
“But the time will come when it will all turn into a memory, and you’ll reason coldly and regard it as completely trifling…” — Anton Chekhov, Three Years. When I look back at the imbricated memories of my life, in one instance I envisage a small boy of eight with branch-like arms, emaciated almost diaphanous,…
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la época dorada
Casi un año desde la última vez que publiqué algo. No recuerdo todo lo que ha pasado en este receso, paréntesis cronológico, aunque para ser honesto no ha pasado mucho que digamos; de menos, nada que quiera compartir. Deleuze en su análasis de Proust describe su obra maestra, aquella armazón plátonica como una serie de…
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on Emilia
Emilia died yesterday, July 4, 2008. We found her lying on the pavement around the corner from the front façade of our building. As we pulled up the driveway, I saw her. My first instinct was to believe she was laying there waiting for us in the sun, but then I saw that she was…