Sunday, August 30, 2009

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The disgusting. Those for which the fund of funds has not dirt but

so I feel qualified, disgusting. Reading Kafka's diaries, as well as with those of Pizarnik (and probably all the daily interest that may have been written, not too many more) I can think of, I notice the unpleasant presence of that figure, often shooting foul, the "literary executor", so that, on many occasions, we do not even be reading what you read or who, but what they filter out the narrow interest that ended owners his posthumous papers. That confidence with which he noted in footnotes (and especially if you do not score worse): We believe that we should move this as it was written before or after that other, reveals the distrust they have to say just as cheerfully suppress this or that because we are not amused or not portraying us (them, the owners are nasty, of what they reveal their own acts unworthy of the roles of the dead) as well as they wanted.

At least leave it intact as reflections on Kafka is already revealing the fund of funds:
At a certain level of self-awareness and inherent circumstances favorable for observation, should one occur normally is itself detestable. All for good measure, however diverse are the views on "look too big. We will realize that there are more than a rat's nest of hidden thoughts and malicious. These thoughts are so dirty that even one thought will be decided until the end, to observe himself, but limited to such a distance. These thoughts do not involve only selfishness in front of them, selfishness will seem like an ideal of goodness and beauty. The soil with which one faces is something that exists by itself, we discover that we have the world filled to overflowing with such filth, and, for his sake, leave the world without being recognized, or recognized too (I would argue that carriers such filth mentioned by K. left the world too recognizable. From which he saved with his introspection, recognizing, knowing carrier of the fund, funds which are diametrically opposed, in its consideration of it, and therefore, in a sense to be in themselves, A. Pizarniz and F. Kafka, because as he says below) . This soil is the lowest we could find, deep inside the lava has not dirt but (We compare Pizarnik and volcano wake of the tongue, that it betrays candy makers, in their desire to go ... nothing more than to the bottom to know that her background not contained LAVA dirt, but do not know if their thoughts, A. P, were of the kind "rat's nest", if he kept to himself something hidden and malicious ... believe it or not. Since the recognition of her that the volcano of the tongue leaves your ass in the air - as seen by any word that any author or copyright not pronounce or write - to sweet "True" makers ) be the lowest and highest, and even the doubts caused by self-observation will soon be so weak and self-fulfilling as the squirming with a pig in manure.

Although the fund of funds, rats and dung, Kafka there only involve the sexual labyrinth in which for convenience and fear left catch as many felt the weight of the stupid and criminal social opinions on this. And despite all the dirty dirt which now covers all areas of life, not just sex (dirty sex, dirty at all, and when sex is dirty we all know well), had here its principle and scaffolding for the others, we must recognize that the dirt to which so innocently referred to Kafka as the church would childishly original sin, is nothing but evil. And for this, yes it has been sucked from the genes (though much of it comes from the memes) And yes there can be represented the true dirty sex. EVIL, why we puffed up about the suffering of others, in all fields, and consider it a pleasure, and not disguise it with that of sadism. Therefore the worst characters are always the most important of all ages. APPROVED LEAVE THE WORLD TOO, as Kafka says, and to continue posthumously recognized! What a miserable collection is very large gallery of historic faces, became involved in what they do. If we were an honest review of all literature, science, political, cultural or economic power weapons (and art) of the world, how many of those faces that we now regard as essential or luxury of the common heritage would stand? There are many more Lenin-Stalin and Franks and Pinochets and Hitlers, Saddam Hussein, and all plots of all historical happenings, that would roll through the mud or be torn from many facades or street names, or those who would roll their busts and stupid statues on the floor.

From which, rolling in the mud, they save the innumerable legion still like them: Wicked miserable in all the plots, how can you have sex?

.. and even the doubts caused by self-observation will soon be so weak and self-fulfilling as the squirming with a pig in manure. This is the only power that arrive introspective left this world as much recognition.