ΜΑΎΡΑ ΤΡΙΑΝΤΆΦΥΛΛΑ

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Ήμουν ξαπλωμένος στο μωβ μου κρεβάτι – δεν ξέρω για πόσο – , αλλά δεν μπορούσα να χαλαρώσω. Οι κρόταφοί μου άρχισαν να πάλλονται, το κούτελό μου έκαιγε σαν να είχα πυρετό, στο μυαλό μου στριφογύριζε ένα συνοθύλευμα ζοφερών σκέψεων και καταριώντας, μάταια εκλιπαρούσα τον Μορφέα να με πάρει στην αγκαλιά του.

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KAMULAŞTIRAN

NOVAKTORU

NICHILISTICAMENTE

Özgürlüğüm ve doğrularım
Gücümün kapasitesi kadar
Hatta mutluluk ve şöhretim
Sadece gücümün ölçüsü kadar.
(Işığını asla göremeyecek o yazdığım kitaptan)

Kamulaştıran şimdiye dek anarşizm içinde bulunduk en güzel figür, erkek, vicdansız ve yiğit. O boşa dikkatini vermeyecek kişidir. O hiçbir sunakta kendini feda etmeyecek kişidir. O eylemin felsefesi ile hayatı yücelten. Dev yeşil doğa altın işlemeli güneşte, kokulu, parfümlü ve şenlikli, pagan güzelliğin şarkılarını söylerken Ağustos’un uzak bir gün ortası onunla karşılaştım.

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Το ονειρο της εφηβικης μου ηλικιας

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Το παρακάτω κείμενο έχει γραφτεί υπό το ψευδώνυμο Sibilia Vane.
Έτσι, η σοφία της σάπιας δειλίας ούτε χλευάζει ούτε σκανδαλίζει την ηλίθια αγνότητα των ευπρεπών νεαρών δεσποινίδων.

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IL SUPER POTENZIAMENTO IN DISRITMIA

DISRITMIA

“Tutto ciò che avviene, ogni movimento, ogni divenire è come uno stabilirsi di rapporti gerarchici e di forza, una lotta..”
“Contro il casualismo”
“La Volontà di Potenza come conoscenza” “La Volontà di Potenza” F.Nietzsche

Il “Mondo” Fenomenico in Effettuale- Della Causa Ricercata In Sé- Sinto-mo Espresso Come Logica Facoltativa Del Tendere A Quello Che Si Ri-cerca Come Causa Conseguente Alla Validità Nel Valore:
Nel Valore Della Causa Ricercata- Ritorna Ridondante- Il Suo Effetto Compro-Ducente -Un Sistematico Complesso:
Ordine Di Causa.

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BENIM FIKIRLERIM

NOVATORE

Tanrı
Hastalıklı bir fantezinin yaratımı. Bunak ve aciz beyinlerin sahibi. Köleliğe doğan kokuşmuş ruhların ahbabı ve avutucusu. Kabız kafalar için bir ilaç. Kalbin zayıflığı için bir Marksizm.

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THE TWO FACES OF SILENCE

VERTEZZ

Nothingness as Experience of oneself – Nothingness as Escape from oneself.

‘The ego, therefore, exists. But does it exist in the way it appears to me? No, because it appears to me in a way that involves the conformation of my senses and intellect, i.e. in a way that does not reflect reality in itself. My appearance is nothing but a sign, not a copy of reality.  The awareness of my ego is made by my appearance.
It makes me aware of an ego that is not my real ego.  Nevertheless this real ego reveals itself in flashes, as quite rarely and in an incomplete way, it bursts from the subterranean and dark abysses of the subconscious; and it gives me the vague and confused impression that I’m not what I seem to be but something mysterious and different. The real ego, the true ego, cannot be found but in the unconscious. And it is there that it is necessary to look for it, and understand it, as much as possible.’
Enzo Martinuci – NEMO ME IMPUNE LACESSIT

The Cell as a place – which I’d widely extend to all the redemptive and non redemptive Cells that noisily clutter close morals and all ethical behaviours – where the act of depersonalization is carried out (here too it would be the case to start a full debate on the possibility of the individual, as a whole in its fragmentation, to be able to be a nonsense and a personal contradiction).

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A LIFE

A LIFE

To the friends of Nichilismo

Memories

“My youth was just a dark hurricane passed through here and there by brilliant suns; the lightning and the rain wreaked so much havoc, that few vermilion fruits were left in my garden.”

—Charles Baudelaire

In a distant spring, gleaming with green and sun, my youthful spirit wandered gently through the divine forests of the sky. One day, a sad day in autumn, it came back to me, disconsolate, weeping. A groups of Angels with large, black wings accompanied it silently. It told me: “God is dead! The great Pan is dead!” The Sun went dark, rivers filled with mud, and plants trembled. Darkness wrapped the Earth in her funeral shroud.

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“ECCE EGO!”-LA MORTE DELLE ORE IN TRE MORSI – I° MORSO

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Ho colpito e colpirò come un Erinne il grave delitto perpetuato in nome della sacralità delle cose sul mio Io,il portatore di un’eredità che ride,un’eredità egoista che ha urlato contro il vostro delitto e che ora ride e sorge! Vi ho osservato e ora vi osservo remare nel fiume Stige nel vostro ultimo tragitto funereo,e ancora noto in voi la stessa accozzaglia di carne anonima che in vita,sacrificando la vita stessa, benedicevate nelle vostre ultime ore come Umanità devota a Themis.

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