Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Deep Cervix Penetration

Women are angels

Women are angels
so long as a man courting;
won, things are finite.
The soul of pleasure
sits nell'armeggio to pursue it.
The beloved does not know this art,
can not do nothing.
Men stiman most of its value
who can not get it.
not yet existed that woman
grant you success
found sweet love satisfied,
more love when it is pleaded.
So I am to teach the other,
in love, this maxim:
"Let conquer
also wants to let dir command;
remain unconquerable,
wants also beg leave to say" .
So with everything in my heart I
hides a great love,
nothing should appear in my eyes.

(Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida)

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Ideas Fora Church Banquet

Hypatia

The last flame of ancient science was kindled in Alexandria, Egypt, at the end of Roman times. The political center of the empire was Rome, but the city was the legendary Library will hold the intellectual fulcrum. The fate of science "Greek" in this final phase is symbolized by the figure of his last great representative and the first famous mathematician, Hypatia of Alexandria, who lived in the second half of Fourth century. It 's the first scientist with known biographical events, but there is no received his work. Margaret Alic noted that Hypatia is the only woman scientist in history of 1500 years of the arc. We had to get to Marie Curie for the world he knew a second, even if other women were dedicated to science in the meantime.
Hypatia was born in an age strongly influenced by Aristotle's misogyny, which was commonly thought that women were not fully human beings. Nevertheless, he received first-rate education. According to a pattern that will recur many times in this book, his great fortune was to have an enlightened father, who instructed her in person. Until the twentieth century, in fact, almost all women who were heading to scientific studies were mentored by a male relative, usually the father or husband. Legend has it that Theon, astronomer and mathematician, wanted to be a perfect daughter. The ancient sources tell that Hypatia was wise, intelligent, virtuous and beautiful. following in the footsteps of his father, became a famous teacher of mathematics and philosophy.
In the fourth century, the growing pressure from religious sectarianism had led to the establishment of separate schools for Christians, Jews and Gentiles, but Hypatia was giving lessons to everyone, and his house was a place where scholars met in debating philosophy and science. In addition to teaching he devoted himself to preparation of mathematics texts. As was the custom of the time, it was mostly commentaries on the works of earlier giants of mathematics, such as Euclid, Apollonius and Diophantus. In his books Hypatia proposed new solutions to old problems and new problems to be better students. Also contributed to the astronomical and mathematical works of his father and compiled tables of positions of celestial bodies. Alongside the theoretical aspects, Hypatia became interested in mechanics and applied technology: designed several scientific instruments, including a plane astrolabe which was used to calculate the time and measure the positions of the sun, stars and planets. In the fourth century Alexandria was not only the center where we still thrive Greek mathematics and science, but also, not coincidentally, one of the places the revival of Pythagoreanism. Hypatia was one of the many intellectuals who joined the communist movement known as Neo-Platonism. It 's the time, already mentioned above, in which new followers of the sage of Samos brought their Hellenistic philosophy as a response to the affirmation of Christianity, and Pythagoras as a rational alternative to Christ. Iamblichus and Porphyry wrote their books in hand with that intent. That is why the Neo-Platonism was perceived by Christians as a rival religion. And indeed it was.
In 412 he became Patriarch of Alexandria, a Christian fanatic named Cyril, who started a campaign to rid the city both by Jews as the Neoplatonists. As a prominent advocate of the second group Hypatia attracted the attention, but the refusal to convert to Christianity cost her life. In 415 he was attacked by a crowd of excited, snatched from the car he was traveling up and slaughtered. Here is the description of the episode in the words of an author of the fifth century, "stripped her naked, scraped the skin and tore her flesh with sharp edges until the breath left her, his body quartered, and brought the remains in a place called Cinaron which reduced them to ashes. " In such a climate Neoplatonism did not survive. With its collapse, it symbolized the death of Hypatia, it is concluded the last phase of the great ancient Greek science. A science began with the birth of a man, ended with the death of a woman.

(Margaret Wertheim, Pythagoras' Trousers . God, women and mathematics , Torino, Instar, 1996)

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Friday, April 23, 2010

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Nothing but a big nothing

After seeing The Ghost Writer by Roman Polanski, I tried a strange sense of joy, as though the film, and more generally the cinema, I had reconciled with the rest of the world, or at least its major part.

That a film can bring happiness is not strange, but surprisingly, it does a movie with a bad end so clean and so gloomy a view of history, made up of secrets, conspiracies and lies.
Yet I can not find an emotion clearer, less ambiguous, the joy that I learned at the end of the film by Polanski. I was happy to have seen, finally, a great film, full-bodied, redundant, full of tension, of ideas, references, full movies, in fact.
not a product for a select few and not one of those movies prissy where it all back, everything fits, but pure cinema. Where everything looks like reality but there is more. Where dreams come true and nightmares as well. Where can bend the curve of time and slide the vital flow of players to the rhythm of the soundtrack.
What could be more liberating of all this? The immense power of imagination that takes shape before our eyes, especially for us, shows us life through the mirror. Catharsis, venting, sublimation of desire. Images that refer to other images. Identification.
Exactly ...
few days ago a friend of mine said he prefers to identify himself in the film rather than live. Not that then removes himself from life, clear, nor would I ever that he or others did, I at first, but it's true that films protect us, that film wraps us in its amniotic fluid, and I certainly do not have to say for the first time .. .
What I love about watching the shadows The man was charged extremely positive that the film has given me. Polanski in the film puts it all himself, cites all (or nearly) and closes his previous films had many accounts with the past.

A seventy-seven, the director said he can not come to an end, and unfortunately some of his biography ghosts still haunt him (think of the injustice and abusive arrest which is been submitted in Switzerland for a cause that began in 1977 and in which the director is found to be not only the victim and perpetrator), but something has changed from the previous films. And he wants to tell him to pray by his daughter Morgane dressed like Sharon Tate in Please do not bite on the neck (even with the same braids !!!), here in the role of the receptionist at the inn. But there are many elements that come back, now declared quotes now as wanted and never forced similarities, mainly because Polanski is an author and as such has its own style, its own rhythm, but also a vision of reality.
scroll through his filmography at random, here then that plot, staging, set design, style, actantial roles, objects, symbols, events and recompose mix - just like the lettering at the beginning of the end credits - and they come to build a kind of poetic map of the artist. From the aforementioned Please Dance of the Vampires, in addition to the girl at the front desk of the inn, Polanski also incorporates the desolate atmosphere of the country upon arrival of the main character on the island, with the insignia of local flaps in the wind, clear harbinger of widespread concern and yet to be discovered.
The island itself, or the sense of isolation of living surrounded by water to bring back Cul de sac , What? but also other ways to Knife in the Water , Pirates and the second part of Bitter Moon, and always in these films also rely on ambiguous married couples, united by ties morbid opposed to them in different ways and under siege from ' outside. The beginning of The Ghost Writer first and all these similarities make me rethink even mentioned all'incipit of Death and the Maiden , where the insulation was not due to water but was just as extreme, where everything seemed different from the principle as it was (and where doubts remained about the truth even at the end, just like the last movie), and where behind the apparent unity of the couple was hiding a universe of secrets and traumas.
Polanski is a world, and how the world is difficult to know fully, you can explore, map, and you can plot the trajectories of groped to follow it. Madness and standard blend, for example, between a film and the other mental and normality of the character played by Ewan McGregor's latest film - never in doubt on a narrative level - is affected by certain situations that associate with the protagonist The Tenant (think of the slippers of his predecessor died that emerge from under the bed, worrying signs of a presence / absence, but also inevitable fetish that creates a bond between the two men). Living in the same place, doing the same work, interact with the objects of those who preceded him weaken the identity of the man who somehow takes the place (although this is not a disguise, and save buttanto slippers in the trash), inheriting the mission (in fact, will trace the same way that his predecessor had proved fatal) to finally be able to finish it.
Some elements occur only in what ways, with different meanings or just reduced. Example might be the case that the protagonist of The Ghost Writer fills the clothes of dead and ghostwriter doing this simple action is appropriate for the envelope will reveal the entire detenction element solver. This case reminds
Frantic to but plays a minor role here and overturned: it is not its content to uncover the plot as a key element in the 1988 movie but it is what does not, the fact that it is empty and as such "to be filled "made it work like magic element, because it is the act of man discovers that fill the envelope. Return
actantial some important roles, as already mentioned, think of how many couples are ambiguous, even dangerous, are part of the film by Polanski (Macbeth included). Or the people who live in isolation and are often in situations of control and siege, of impending danger due to some sort of conspiracy by Despite their history ( Tess , Rosemary's Baby, The Pianist , Oliver Twist). Among the most obvious
quotes, note also that the opening words of the chapters that contain a secret, filtered directly from The Ninth Gate, where the evil secret of the book was hidden in a similar mechanism.
What binds the whole filmography is the certainty that nothing is as it seems, and although there seems to be able to glimpse in the latter film the sign of a past trauma, as I said, it remains intact pessimism "lucid and radical "that has always characterized the work of Polanski.

Frantic , Chinatown, Death and the Maiden , The Ninth Gate, The Ghost Writer are movies where the search for truth has more space. Everything revolves around this frantic search, sometimes obsessive, extreme and dangerous and always end up incomplete. This is why the words of Silvio Alovisio written a few years ago about Chinatown may apply for now The Ghost Writer: "reconciliation with the language of truth is not achieved through the mediation of the detective, but is initiative of the director. [...] The characters are killed that wanted to speak or remain silent forever. Only the camera retains the power to overcome that claustrophobic closing of the text, to escape the collapse of the truth. "At the end of both films, the character leaves the frame, engulfed in a kind of vortex (the crowd, the wind), the director surrender his fate to the out field and raises the eye of the camera by moving the crane up.
The flow of life goes on without him and without his knowledge.

Perhaps the truth is nothing a big nothing.


Sunday, April 18, 2010

Catholic Church Wedding Program Template

The Roman bridge

The stone bridge is a Roman bridge.
old and tough, watch.
What do you see? A girl

with blue cap.
gray stone. Moss,
and salt air. Why

right there is always the sea,
and if you look to the hills
the world does not change.


The world is a bitterly cold winter, but the bridge

knows and does not care WHAT `
stretched its
dry stream.

Here you feel the cold

just tell the world and then
not remember anyone.
Liguria and salt air
(when they reach your eyes
weather will be '?)

The sea greets passengers between
galleries Cervo, in a flash
appears and disappears. Who is
arrived and he knows
prepares to descend. We are forever

delay and remain seated. ; Is there time

in time we have.

The sea is a friend. There
breathtaking
restoring a film more powerful in life: the desire
Starla watching
not make sweeter
your lips ever
but I can not break away.

I look at you while you watch.
And you're so beautiful '.

go down in silence, as a celebration
,
the seaside town welcomes us.

Do not you think one of those springs where the sun is sweet



and life flourishes in us?

yet is only February, and the sun

is still far from here, there is still hibernating
in the woods, and we yearn

a thaw well as deep.

Yes,
when the glaciers melt and the warmth we wrap
`. Finally.

The thawing of the soul.
But you can not love the marine climate, mild and quiet
.
across the country.
We'll go to the beach.


Look to the hills somewhere out there, there is the bridge.

Your deck is just a dream.

My deck is only the dream of a true dreamer
,
and you know, my dream
,
how

all real


my dreams ... ;

Micaela, 1994
(S 'Reprise, 2000)

Friday, April 16, 2010

Dyslexia Rates - France Germany Spain

Death is not nothing



niente.Sono Death is not only past the other side is as I have always hidden in the room accanto.Io I and you are always tu.Quello that we were the first for each other so we ancora.Chiamami with the name I've ever given, that you are unfamiliar with, speak the same usato.Non affectionate way you always change your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or triste.Continua to laugh at what made us laugh, those little things that sometimes we were piacevanoquando insieme.Prega, smile, think of me! The my name be ever the household word first be spoken without a trace or shadow of our lives tristezza.La retains all the meaning it has always been: it is the same as before, there is a continuity that does not break. Why should I be out of your thoughts and your mind, because I am out of sight? are not far away, on the other side are just around the corner. Reassured, it's all bene.Ritroverai my heart, they find the tenderness purificata.Asciuga your tears and do not cry, if you love me: your smile is my peace.
By: Ermenegildo Acquaviva

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Dreamed About A Pitbull Killing A Dog

leadership

... suppose that we must build a line through a mountainous area ... a railway line, and that two or three surveyors and other people will make proposals and that you have confidence in some of them but not in others, but in any event, after all, there seems to be the possibility of six lines through those mountains, each of which, for what it is you, is beneficial as the other. Assuming that both you and to direct the work, there is a point that you do not use, as usual, the right to trial, but simply the authority to make an arbitrary decision. You say: "Well, I think that the line build here "and points to the path with your finger and you know in your heart, but no one else knows, that you have no reason to build rather than along several other routes, but you're the only person I know who do not know why you regulate so, and you must abide by that decision and pretending to know and have decided for reasons clearly specified, although at times six devoured by doubts regarding the wisdom of your decision, because all the other possible decisions continue to echo in heart. But when you are studying plans for a new large-scale enterprise, the dependencies for your people know that you should never doubt, because everyone should have a fixed point to which to refer and do not even dream of that six doubtful with regard to any decision. Such situations are repeated continuously.

Francis Scott Fitzgerald, The Last Tycoon

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Facial Cheeks With Wind Burn

Fly Virginia


Virginia Fly in the skies of your daring
ancient inspiration. Dive into Limbo
solemn art
where we live births poets.
Sometimes words in our heads

are too numerous and too strong for us to breathe again.
Sometimes his head will burst
but it is only the world that
heavy falls on you.
ideas no, you can kill
, but life does not
follows the ideas and then ... Just a stone
really?
Meanwhile I can still cook,
look at my stones, I do not know how to choose
sink, often cry


I just look and do not sit down.

(Mic, 9/16/2001)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

How Does Our Sun Compare To Other Stars



I can not live with you -
would life -
and life is there -
behind the shelf


has the key to the clerk - who puts forth

our lives - its porcelain -
as a cup -


discarded by the housekeeper -
because outdated - or broken -
like a new Sèvres -
the old cracks -


I could not die - with you -
because one has to wait
to close the eyes of the other -
you - not you -


and I - I could stay there
and see - freeze -
without my right of frost -
the privilege of death?


Nor could I rise - with you -
because your face
extinguish that of Jesus -
the new grace -


become common - foreign and
nostalgia in my eyes -
him unless you do not shine
next -


There judge - as - you
- should serve the sky - you know, or you tried
-
I do not have it done -


you saturate me, not having
I had different eyes
for excellence sordid
like heaven


And if you were damned, I would too -
sounded well my name
stronger all
fame in heaven -


and if you were - redeemed -
and I - condemned to be
where you are not you -
that my being - that would be a hell -


So far we have to meet -
you there - I - here -
only with the door ajar
that are oceans - and prayer - and that support
white -
despair -




Emily Dickinson, Poems (1862), 640


..................................

I wish it was already night, it was all over,
that between saying and doing, there was the sea;
I wish I could go a long way and see you fall asleep
finally freed from your sordid fears;
your body left on the shelf
the empty bed on the shelf
our abandoned house on the shelf
the abandoned town on the shelf in the world
left to itself, and finally relaxed.


I wish there was that day when, looking
in your eyes, I could see mirrored mine;
and blend with the azure blue sea,
and blend with the blue the blue sky
and I would see the sun in the sky
and harmony of all things in the world.


spend the night, and it would be a nice day;
a day of joy for you,
the day you'd be with me.

(Mic 05/05/2001)

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Open Loop

If one day someone knocks on your door,
saying that is my emissary,
not believe him, even if it is I;
vain because my pride does not admit
not you knock on the door of heaven unreal.

But if, of course, without that you feel
knock, go to open the door
and find someone like waiting
to knock, meditate a little. That's
my emissary and me and what
desperate admit my pride.
Open to those who knock on your door.

Fernando Pessoa

Friday, April 9, 2010

Gold Table Decorations

Rome

Rome just

appears in April and sinks
harsh light.

The sun in the afternoon light


in the folds of the pavement because of Snakes.