14. August 2019
go all the way
“If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind.
It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench.
It could mean jail.
It could mean derision.
It could mean mockery — isolation.
Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.
And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds.
And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire.
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
It’s the only good fight there is.”
Charles Bukowski
15. Mai 2019
you never need the wrong people
- Good! You never needed that man. You never needed that paper. You only ever needed a story.
Go tell it!
Go tell it!
25. April 2019
the day my story changed
And it dawned on me
fear is not real.
The only place that fear can exist
is in our thoughts of the future.
It is a product of our imagination,
causing us to fear things
that do not at present
and may not ever exist.
That is near insanity, Kitai.
Now, do not misunderstand me.
Danger is very real.
But fear is a choice.
We are all telling ourselves a story.
And that day, mine changed.
After Earth (2013)
fear is not real.
The only place that fear can exist
is in our thoughts of the future.
It is a product of our imagination,
causing us to fear things
that do not at present
and may not ever exist.
That is near insanity, Kitai.
Now, do not misunderstand me.
Danger is very real.
But fear is a choice.
We are all telling ourselves a story.
And that day, mine changed.
After Earth (2013)
17. April 2019
this side of paradise
Captain's log, stardate ...
Except for myself,
all crew personnel have transported
to the surface of the planet.
Mutinied.
Lieutenant Uhura has
effectively sabotaged
the communications station.
I can only contact
the surface of the planet.
The ship can be maintained
in orbit for several months.
But even with automatic controls,
I cannot pilot her alone.
In effect, I am marooned here.
I'm beginning to realise...
...just how big this ship
really is, how quiet.
I don't know how
to get my crew back,
how to counteract
the effect of the spores.
I don't know
what I can offer against...
...paradise.
- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Yes, Jim, what is it now?
- I've joined you.
I understand now.
- Wonderful, Jim.
When will you beam down?
- There are some things in my quarters I want to pack.
- Good.
Leila and I will meet you at the beam-down point.
- Kirk out.
No.
No.
I...
...can't...
...leave!
Emotions.
Violent emotions. Needs.
Anger.
Captain's log, supplemental.
I think I've discovered the answer.
But to carry out my plan
entails considerable risk.
Mr. Spock is much stronger
than the ordinary human being.
Aroused, his great physical strength
could kill.
But it's a risk I'll have to take.
- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Spock here.
- It's Jim.
- What's keeping you, Jim?
We've been waiting.
- I've been packing some things, and
I realised there's some equipment here
that we should have down at the settlement.
You know, we can't come back
onboard once the last of us has left.
- Do you want me to beam up a party?
- No, I think you and I can handle it.
Why don't you beam up now?
- Just a moment.
It won't take long. Do you mind?
- I'll wait.
- Ready to beam up, Jim.
- Energising.
-All right, you mutinous, disloyal,
computerised half-breed.
We'll see about you
deserting my ship.
-The term "half-breed"
is somewhat applicable.
But "computerised" is inaccurate.
A machine can be computerised,
not a man.
-What makes you think you're a man?
You're an overgrown jackrabbit.
An elf with a hyperactive thyroid.
- Jim, I don't understand.
- Of course you don't understand.
You don't have the brains
to understand.
All you have is printed circuits.
- Captain, if you'll excuse me...
- What can you expect
from a simpering, devil-eared freak
whose father was a computer
and his mother an encyclopaedia?
- My mother was a teacher.
My father, an ambassador.
- Your father was a computer,
like his son.
An ambassador from a planet
of traitors.
The Vulcan never lived
who had an ounce of integrity.
- Captain, please don't...
- You're a traitor
from a race of traitors.
Disloyal to the core. Rotten like
the rest of your subhuman race.
And you've got the gall
to make love to that girl.
- That's enough.
- Does she know what
she's getting, Spock?
A carcass full of memory banks
who should be squatting
on a mushroom
instead of passing
himself off as a man?
You belong in a circus, Spock,
not a starship.
Right next to the dog-faced boy.
Had enough?
I didn't realise what it took
to get under that thick hide of yours.
Anyhow, I don't know
what you're so mad about.
It isn't every first officer
who gets to belt his captain.
Several times.
- You did that to me deliberately.
-Believe me, Mr. Spock,
it was painful in more ways than one.
- The spores.
They're gone.
I don't belong anymore.
- You said they were benevolent and peaceful.
Violent emotions overwhelm them, destroy them.
I had to make you angry enough
to shake off their influence.
That's the answer, Mr. Spock.
Except for myself,
all crew personnel have transported
to the surface of the planet.
Mutinied.
Lieutenant Uhura has
effectively sabotaged
the communications station.
I can only contact
the surface of the planet.
The ship can be maintained
in orbit for several months.
But even with automatic controls,
I cannot pilot her alone.
In effect, I am marooned here.
I'm beginning to realise...
...just how big this ship
really is, how quiet.
I don't know how
to get my crew back,
how to counteract
the effect of the spores.
I don't know
what I can offer against...
...paradise.
- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Yes, Jim, what is it now?
- I've joined you.
I understand now.
- Wonderful, Jim.
When will you beam down?
- There are some things in my quarters I want to pack.
- Good.
Leila and I will meet you at the beam-down point.
- Kirk out.
No.
No.
I...
...can't...
...leave!
Emotions.
Violent emotions. Needs.
Anger.
Captain's log, supplemental.
I think I've discovered the answer.
But to carry out my plan
entails considerable risk.
Mr. Spock is much stronger
than the ordinary human being.
Aroused, his great physical strength
could kill.
But it's a risk I'll have to take.
- Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
- Spock here.
- It's Jim.
- What's keeping you, Jim?
We've been waiting.
- I've been packing some things, and
I realised there's some equipment here
that we should have down at the settlement.
You know, we can't come back
onboard once the last of us has left.
- Do you want me to beam up a party?
- No, I think you and I can handle it.
Why don't you beam up now?
- Just a moment.
It won't take long. Do you mind?
- I'll wait.
- Ready to beam up, Jim.
- Energising.
-All right, you mutinous, disloyal,
computerised half-breed.
We'll see about you
deserting my ship.
-The term "half-breed"
is somewhat applicable.
But "computerised" is inaccurate.
A machine can be computerised,
not a man.
-What makes you think you're a man?
You're an overgrown jackrabbit.
An elf with a hyperactive thyroid.
- Jim, I don't understand.
- Of course you don't understand.
You don't have the brains
to understand.
All you have is printed circuits.
- Captain, if you'll excuse me...
- What can you expect
from a simpering, devil-eared freak
whose father was a computer
and his mother an encyclopaedia?
- My mother was a teacher.
My father, an ambassador.
- Your father was a computer,
like his son.
An ambassador from a planet
of traitors.
The Vulcan never lived
who had an ounce of integrity.
- Captain, please don't...
- You're a traitor
from a race of traitors.
Disloyal to the core. Rotten like
the rest of your subhuman race.
And you've got the gall
to make love to that girl.
- That's enough.
- Does she know what
she's getting, Spock?
A carcass full of memory banks
who should be squatting
on a mushroom
instead of passing
himself off as a man?
You belong in a circus, Spock,
not a starship.
Right next to the dog-faced boy.
Had enough?
I didn't realise what it took
to get under that thick hide of yours.
Anyhow, I don't know
what you're so mad about.
It isn't every first officer
who gets to belt his captain.
Several times.
- You did that to me deliberately.
-Believe me, Mr. Spock,
it was painful in more ways than one.
- The spores.
They're gone.
I don't belong anymore.
- You said they were benevolent and peaceful.
Violent emotions overwhelm them, destroy them.
I had to make you angry enough
to shake off their influence.
That's the answer, Mr. Spock.
31. Januar 2019
Climbing the Holy Mountain
"In The Perfect Stage the goal is to invest oneself fully in this journey and to open one’s eyes to the challenge one faces here and now, specifically on the mountain, to look inward and to extract oneself from the enveloping clutches of Morpheus. Yet this journey is strewn with myriads of figures, occult elements and bizarre narratives. It is thus not so much the great shining narrative we are presented with as the cultivation of authenticity of detail and perhaps of the occult. The path to perfection is not pure, and we must soil ourselves in rituals, myths and contemplation if we are truly to follow it."
2. Januar 2019
Το 19
Το 18 ήταν ένας αρκετά καλός χρόνος
Αλλά οι μέρες μίκρυναν
Στο 19 που οι μέρες μεγαλώνουν
Η ζωή μας βγάζει σταφύλια
Ώριμα και ζουμερά,
Γλυκά και αρωματικά,
Φέτος θα κάνει πολύ καλή σοδιά
Αλλά οι μέρες μίκρυναν
Στο 19 που οι μέρες μεγαλώνουν
Η ζωή μας βγάζει σταφύλια
Ώριμα και ζουμερά,
Γλυκά και αρωματικά,
Φέτος θα κάνει πολύ καλή σοδιά
3. September 2018
back in town
“A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.”
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