el exilio de londres

03:46 pm - ilusiones sagradas

"Y sin duda nuestro tiempo... prefiere la imagen a la cosa, la copia al original, la representación a la realidad, la apariencia al ser... lo que es 'sagrado' para él no es sino la ilusión, pero lo que es profano es la verdad. Mejor aún: lo sagrado aumenta a sus ojos a medida que disminuye la verdad y crece la ilusión, hasta el punto de que el colmo de la ilusión es también para él el colmo de lo sagrado."

FEUERBACH, prefacio a la segunda edición de La esencia del Cristianismo.

04:30 pm - alize new space

Check me out!

10:05 am - Jose Gonzalez gig in London

An anotherone this week. Great voiece and guitar.

http://www.peacefrog.com/

09:59 am - The clogs and the books in brighton

Fantastic gig at brighton dome yesterday night. Still delited with samples improvisation and videos of the blokes.

Check this them out

http://cmntours.org.uk/tours/clogs/index.html

http://www.clogsmusic.com/
http://www.thebooksmusic.com/

01:15 am - sculptural sounds

Rolf Langebartels
is an artist, sculptor, and musician living and working in Berlin, Germany. His audio art works, performances, and concerts are exhibited and performed in Germany and throughout Europe since 1976.
"A central theme of his work is to apply the principles of musical composition to sculpture. At present he works on installations using light, sound, and kinetic sculptures."

www.floraberlin.de/rlangebartels

http://warnell.com/zinen/library/at970918.htm

11:52 pm - don´t miss it

Collen live at:

10 march 2006 LIVE
la casa encendida, madrid, spain
http://www.lacasaencendida.com

http://www.colleenplays.org/menu/index.htm

11:14 pm - CARIBOU NOMINATED IN CANADIAN INDEPENDENT MUSIC AWARDS

Caribou have been nominated in the category of Favourite Electronica Artist/Group at 'The Indies', the Canadian Independent Music Awards. You can find the full list of nominations here:

http://www.cmw.net/cmw2006/awards_indies.asp

12:09 am - moog

http://stream.qtv.apple.com/qtv/plexifilm/moogshorttrailer_ref.mov

11:23 pm - silencio y naturaleza

La vida antigua fue toda silencio. En el siglo diecinueve, con la invención de las máquinas, nació el ruido. Hoy el ruido triunfa y domina soberano sobre la sensibilidad de los hombres. Durante muchos siglos, la vida se desarrolló en silencio o, a lo sumo, en sordina. Los ruidos más fuertes que interrumpían este silencio no eran ni intensos ni prolongados, ni variados. Ya que exceptuando los movimientos telúricos, los huracanes, las tempestades, los aludes y las cascadas, la naturaleza es silenciosa.

Luigi Russolo (1886-1947). Pintor y músico futurista italiano.
Fragmento de la obra L'Arte Dei Rumori (El Arte De Los Ruidos, 1913).

02:04 pm - down the rabbit´s hole

02:36 pm - ernst jandl

http://www.medienkunstnetz.de/works/gedichte-von-jandl/video/1/

12:29 am - beautiful solitude

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.

Kerouac

04:20 pm - solutions and resolutions

“A confession has to be part of your new life.”
Ludwig Wittgenstein

05:58 pm - new year's resolutions

Oh, fuck you! You were drunk when
you broke that bottle against my skull,
the shards slicing my face in a dozen places and
glass grains scattering into my eyes.
You were drunk when you stumbled in
crying and begging for my forgiveness, and you
were drunk when you beat our son with a rolling
pin. You were drunk when you said, "I'm sorry." You
were drunk when you puked on my mother's bed over
Easter. You were drunk when your brother refused
to give a loan, you were drunk when our car stalled
on I5 to San Diego. You were drunk on Christmas Eve,
Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, and Memorial Day. You were
drunk while grocery shopping and laundering. You were drunk
in the shower, and you were drunk before your morning coffee.
You were drunk while you mowed the lawn on Saturdays, and you
were drunk while cleaning the kitchen. You were drunk when
you took our son to Little League. You were drunk every
week during "The Simpsons", "Leave It to Beaver," and
"The Cosby Show", and you were drunk while we were having sex. You
were drunk while we transformed our mid-sized cosy home into
a shot-glass refuge.

You were drunk a hell of a lot,
and after all that, you tell me how you're
drunk and wondering why I'm not around anymore.



--jennifer crystal chien

02:03 pm

Mad Lib Letter



Dear Friend,


You are __________ (fill in the well-being description blank).

Lately, you have been working on __________ (noun). Your
friends have been treating you __________ (good/bad/not at all).
In your love life, you are __________ (married/single/dating) and
__________ (adjective).

Your art work has become __________ (adjective) and your philosophical
beliefs have become like that of ____________________ (philosophical figure).
You have come to realize that ___________________________________ (important
axiom) and in working towards _________________________ (phrase to describe
work), you have accomplished ____________________ (self-task).

In general, you feel that ___________________________________
(political aphorism) and that ___________________________________
(economic statement).

If you were ____________________ (great historical figure), you
would immediately _____________________ (daily task) because only
_______________ (catastrophe) would deter you.


Please return this promptly, and tell me how you are.

I'm fine, still breathing.


Your friend,
Jennifer



--jennifer crystal chien

04:48 am - love and silence

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

Kindness in giving creates love.

Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.

The journey of a thousand leagues begins from beneath your feet.

The wise man does not lay up his own treasures. The more he gives to others, the more he has for his own.

All difficult things have their origin in that which is easy, and great things in that which is small.

The way to do is to be.

A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.

The name that can be named is not the eternal Name.

He who knows, does not speak. He who speaks, does not know.

Lao Tzu

04:42 am - InspIratIon

Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.

Everything you can imagine is real.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot; others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.

Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?

The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?

Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.

Pablo Picasso

04:23 am - adVICE from the caterpiller

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

`Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

`What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!'

`I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because I'm not myself, you see.'

`I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.

`I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, `for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'

`It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; `but when you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?'

`Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; `all I know is, it would feel very queer to me.'

`You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. `Who are you?'

Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's making such very short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, `I think, you out to tell me who you are, first.'

`Why?' said the Caterpillar.

Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.

`Come back!' the Caterpillar called after her. `I've something important to say!'

This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again.

`Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar.

`Is that all?' said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could.

`No,' said the Caterpillar.

Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, `So you think you're changed, do you?'

`I'm afraid I am, sir,' said Alice; `I can't remember things as I used--and I don't keep the same size for ten minutes together!'

`Can't remember what things?' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, I've tried to say "How doth the little busy bee," but it all came different!' Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.

`Repeat, "You are old, Father William,"' said the Caterpillar.

Alice folded her hands, and began:--



`You are old, Father William,' the young man said,
`And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head--
Do you think, at your age, it is right?'

`In my youth,' Father William replied to his son,
`I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.'

`You are old,' said the youth, `as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door--
Pray, what is the reason of that?'



`In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
`I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box--
Allow me to sell you a couple?'

`You are old,' said the youth, `and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak--
Pray how did you manage to do it?'

`In my youth,' said his father, `I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.'

`You are old,' said the youth, `one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose--
What made you so awfully clever?'

`I have answered three questions, and that is enough,'
Said his father; `don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!'

`That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar.

`Not quite right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly; some of the words have got altered.'

`It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.

The Caterpillar was the first to speak.

`What size do you want to be?' it asked.

`Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; `only one doesn't like changing so often, you know.'

`I don't know,' said the Caterpillar.

Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in her life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper.

`Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir, if you wouldn't mind,' said Alice: `three inches is such a wretched height to be.'

`It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).

`But I'm not used to it!' pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone. And she thought of herself, `I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily offended!'

`You'll get used to it in time,' said the Caterpillar; and it put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again.

This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went, `One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.'

`One side of what? The other side of what?' thought Alice to herself.

`Of the mushroom,' said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight.

Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. However, at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand.

`And now which is which?' she said to herself, and nibbled a little of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot!

She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she felt that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit.


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* * * * * * *

`Come, my head's free at last!' said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.

`What can all that green stuff be?' said Alice. `And where have my shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see you?' She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the distant green leaves.

As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating her violently with its wings.

`Serpent!' screamed the Pigeon.

`I'm not a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. `Let me alone!'

`Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, `I've tried every way, and nothing seems to suit them!'

`I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,' said Alice.

`I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've tried hedges,' the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; `but those serpents! There's no pleasing them!'

Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use in saying anything more till the Pigeon had finished.

`As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs,' said the Pigeon; `but I must be on the look-out for serpents night and day! Why, I haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!'

`I'm very sorry you've been annoyed,' said Alice, who was beginning to see its meaning.

`And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood,' continued the Pigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, `and just as I was thinking I should be free of them at last, they must needs come wriggling down from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!'

`But I'm not a serpent, I tell you!' said Alice. `I'm a--I'm a--'

`Well! What are you?' said the Pigeon. `I can see you're trying to invent something!'

`I--I'm a little girl,' said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day.

`A likely story indeed!' said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest contempt. `I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never one with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and there's no use denying it. I suppose you'll be telling me next that you never tasted an egg!'

`I have tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very truthful child; `but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.'

`I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; `but if they do, why then they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.'

This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, `You're looking for eggs, I know THAT well enough; and what does it matter to me whether you're a little girl or a serpent?'

`It matters a good deal to me,' said Alice hastily; `but I'm not looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't want yours: I don't like them raw.'

`Well, be off, then!' said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled down again into its nest. Alice crouched down among the trees as well as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and every now and then she had to stop and untwist it. After a while she remembered that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set to work very carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the other, and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual height.

It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. `Come, there's half my plan done now! How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another! However, I've got back to my right size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden--how is that to be done, I wonder?' As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with a little house in it about four feet high. `Whoever lives there,' thought Alice, `it'll never do to come upon them this size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches high.

Lewis Carroll

12:36 pm

"The survival value of intelligence is that it allows us to extinct a bad idea, before the idea extincts us." Karl Popper

04:04 am - Tipologias::

Data de Hipocrates el intento de dividir a los hombres en grupos de acuerdo a su constitucion somatica y a su temperamento, intento que marca, al mismo tiempo, el anhelo de encontrar un paralelismo entre el soma y la psique. Vamos a pasar por alto las tipologias que jalonan el lapso de tiempo comprendido entre Hipocrates y Kretchmer, para detenernos en esta ultima.
El gran psiquiatra aleman del que, diremos de paso, todas las obras han sido traduced al castellano, realizo un gran numero de observaciones en los pacientes manicomiales. Como resultado de estas observaciones , dedujo que ciertas enfermedades psiquiatricas como la esquizofrenia, la psicosis manico-depresiva y, en menor escala, la epilepsia, tendian a desencadenarse en individuos con determinados habitos corporales. Pero en el individual normal y en ciertas manifestaciones psychopathological que se aproximan a las entidades nosologicas que hemos mentionado, se dan tambien estos correlaciones.
[...]
Se distinguee tres habitos somaticos: picnico, lepsomatico y atletico, a los que corresponden tres tipos de temperamentos: ciclotimico, esquizotimico e ixotimico. Estos tres temperamentos pueden presentarse, dentro ya de la anormalidad, bajo el nombre de temperamento cicloide, esquizoide y epilepsico, cuyas tres enfermedades psiquiatricas correspondientes son la psicosis maniaco-depresiva, la esquizofrenia y la epilepsia. Vamos a describes someramente esta tipologia:
Temperamento ciclotimico.- Ya hemos dicho que corresponde a un habito corporal picnico. Este habito adopta la morfologia dew Sancho Panza: tendencia a las formas rechonchas, cuello corto, gran desarrollo del paniculo adipose, extremidades relativamente pequenas y epidermis fina. El ciclotimico se caracteriza se caracteriza por su extraordinario rapport social; son gente que buscan el contacto con sus semejantes y que se muestran muy ambles y bondadosos. Presentan, sin embargo, variaciones ciclicas de su estado de animo fundamental; es lo que denomina Kretschmer el componente diatesico. Estas oscilaciones pendulan desde el optimismo y la euphoria, a la melancholia y la depresion. En el sujeto normal, estas oscilaciones son minimas, pero en un maniaco-depresivo adquieren rasgos de caricatura. En la mania y en la hipomania, por ejemplo, el sujeto rie contentment y se siente capaz de emprender las mas dispreads aventuras, pero en la llamada depresion endogena le asaltan sentimientos de culpabilidad e ideas de catastrofe, se inhibe de toda ocupacion, pierde el sueno y el apetito y tiende al suicidio. Contrariamente a lo que el no psiquiatra cree, es bastante raro encountered enfermos que hayan experimentado estas dos fases; es mucho mas frecuente encontrarse con casos de depresion pura, que duran un tiempo mas o menos limitado y que, incluso sin tratamiento alguno, remiten, apareciendo la personal dad optimista y jovial de siempre. Naturalmente, los modernos tratamientois acortan la llamada fase depresiva.
Temperamento esquizotimico.- En lo morfologico corresponde a la constitucion somatica de Don Quijote. El habito lepsomatico tiende, en efecto, a las lineas allargando, como una catedral gotica; los miembros son largos y el rostro adquiere la forma parecida a un ovalo. El esquizotimico vive apart ado del mundo, en mayor o menor grado. Entre el y la realidad se opone como una pared crystalline que le impide el contacto vital con sus semejantes y con las cosas, limitedness a ser mero espectador de lo que ocurre en torno. En la metafora de Aristoteles, los que compran y venden en el Mercado serian los ciclotimicos; los meros espectadores, los esquizotiimicos. Por eso los fanaticos, los extravagantee, los filosofos y los grandes creadores se recolectan entre los esquizotimicos. La afectividad del esquizotimico oscila, por otra parte entre dos polos (composicion estesica): la exaltacion y la apatia, que puede darse en la misma persona con respecto a diversos sectores de la realidad, pero que reenrolment se dan en individuos diferentes. Entre los exaltados nos encontrariamos, dentro del terreno psiquiatrico, a los esquizofrenicos paranoides y, ya en la normal dad, o al menos en la normal dad relativa, alos politicos intolerantes, a los demagogos, a los santones. Entre los apaticos, a los catatonicos acineticos, y a los abulicos y calculadores frios. En un grado intermedio entre la normal dad y la esquizofrenia se encuentra la llamada psicopatia esquizoide, que representa, por asi decir, un primer grado de exageracion de los asgos esquizotimicos. No es este el lugar indicado para que hablemos de la sintomatologia de la esquizofrenia.
Temperamento ixotimico.- Este tem,peramento recibe tambien el nombre de ictafin y enequetico. Su adscription a una entidad nosologica psiquiatrica es, sin embargo, menos clara que en el caso de los temperamentos ciclotimico y esquizotimico. En lo morfologico, al ixotimico le corresponde el impropiamente llama do habito atletico: cabeza cuadrada, hombres anchos, manos anchas y toscas y gran desarrollo de la masa muscular. En lo temperamental, los enequeticos o ixotimicos son pegajosos, prolijos, perseverantes en el obrar y en el hablar, y tienden a la palea, como lo sabemos por triste experiencia todos los que trabajamos en un Sanatorio en donde hay epilecticos. El llama do psicopata epilepsies es, precisamente, causa de muchos trastornos socials, caracterizandose por su genio violent y su impulsividad. Conviene decir, sin embargo, que no en todos los individuos que padecen ataques epilepticos se da el temperamento ixotimico, y vice versa.