Sunday, October 24, 2010

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Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace (I)


This novel is a wonder that the extent and intensity that I can not wait until the end of its thousand-odd pages to begin commenting. The story told in it is kaleidoscopic and intense, and it is worth to pause in reading for breath and put the ideas in order. Because there is a good story in Infinite Jest very good even, and it is a pity that most of the comments on this novel qualify for random and incomprehensible. The reading is dense and demanding, but by no means unattainable.

all about Incandenza family, father, mother and three children. The beginning of the book shows rather the remains of the family, with father and children died in different states of mental disintegration. When the story back then and they narrate in loose scenes and seemingly unrelated events that occurred in previous years, the puzzle pieces will disappear little by little in place. The family lives in the school for elite young players run by parents and where they study and train the children, the action is set at some unspecified time in the near future where each year is sponsored by a brand name that will . And the U.S. hegemony in North America is complete, although the French-speaking Quebec militant groups are organized in release of various kinds.

In the background are the stories and testimonies appearing in a series of seemingly unconnected characters but whose relationship with the main plot will be revealed on the fly. All these characters have in common problems addiction to alcohol or various drugs, their desire to get rid of this addiction, and the impossibility of doing that leads to suicide and beyond. These situations are described as heartbreaking empathy and attention to detail that characterize the style of the author, who surely knew whereof he spoke when he spoke of despair and suicide. But the author also knows introduce most of its pages a mood that comes to be satirical but never cynical, which lightens the weight of the personal tragedies that narrates and also increases its credibility by keeping any trace of melodrama or moralizing example. There is much more Tarantino style in the dialogues and the way build the story, although Foster Wallace's work is far more substantial content.

After reading a third of the novel, my impression of it could not be more positive. But try to contain my excitement as I read, that much remains to book ahead.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

برنامج Nero 6.6.15

Me and all diligence, et quod vis fac peace

The lights of the city, reflected in the rain
night

uncertain roads run through livestock and fading.
The breeze and the summer takes
refreshes the mind, relieving the weight. Two bodies
narrow slightly,
fearful of the uncertain past, yet
comforted. Contemplating
through the puddles
a hopeful future.

Pretending for a moment that nothing happens.

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The soft touch of your hands
cold and shivering through my back, walking away from the
complication worldly silence
returning to my mind.
few seconds of tranquility
exquisite ending when I think of that does not end. I kiss your shoulder
resigned to become
crying.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Jena Jameson Is The Maser

Something you do not hold anybody, everybody hates you, they are what ... lost bastard smiling. "Chi sa

You know that would not be easy,
wise to what you played.
left behind the protection of the crowd, you had
clearly not a butt
opened with a few more puffs of breath.
You looked into the eyes of fate challenging.
Forgot your pride in achieving further.
circumvent the rules of social.
you feel single and lonely, you left your soul
mercilessly
dreamed their dreams, their desires
puked, you made yours
with them, feeling
hand for a moment,
repudiates your privacy, pitying
,
with inexplicable cruelty ,
and came back to realize,
that you are, who you are.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Best Version Of Nero Vision

what? In Frenetic movement

How to keep playing when you know you can not cover the bet?
Where do walk at night if the horizon is so far and the moon light is a bitch will not let you sleep?
Would you like the dawn when the sun grows dark, and warm as you want continue to hurt making you feel alive? How
a sense becomes a source?
And vice versa?
How to exit a maze built from the inside if you've never wanted to look at the plans?
When surrender if you decide that death is not going to stand?
What good is being the best again and again if the result is the applause of mediocrity?
Where is the limit of what makes you sublimarte?
Who will falter if harnessed between you and the insurmountable is simply what it is?
Where can you find relief from thirst if you're sick of oceans? Who
revoke the sentence you to be aware?
" to forego the sublime just because it's there?
What gives you the right to live?
Is being born?