Batsceba
living faraway
©2008 *kopita
peace and love
peace & love
Proprio allo stesso modo il tipo di ascoltatore che interviene nei radio-dibattiti e giustifica l'uso della tortura nell'interrogatorio dei prigionieri adotta mentalmente due pesi e due misure. Senza negare minimamente le rivendicazioni assolute dell'etica cristiana (ama il prossimo tuo come te stesso), una persona di questo tipo approva l'idea di dare mano libera alle autorità - all'esercito e alla polizia segreta - per fare qualunque cosa sia necessaria per difendere i cittadini dai nemici dello stato.
La tipica reazione degli intellettuali progressisti è quella di cogliere al volo tale contraddizione. Com'è possibile che qualcosa sia al tempo stesso giusta e sbagliata, o che comunque vada bene e male allo stesso tempo? Quello che gli intellettuali progressisti non capiscono è che è proprio questa cosiddetta contraddizione a esprimere la quintessenza del machiavellico e dunque del moderno, una quintessenza che è stata pienamente assimilata dall'uomo della strada. Il mondo è governato dalla necessità, dice l'uomo comune, non da un astratto codice morale. Bisogna fare ciò che è necessario.
Se vuoi contraddire l'uomo comune non puoi farlo appellandoti ai principi morali, e ancora meno con la pretesa che la gente conduca la sua vita senza contraddizioni tra quel che dice e quel che fa. La vita di tutti i giorni è piena di contraddizioni e la gente comune è abituata a conviverci. Quello che va fatto piuttosto è attaccare lo stato metafisico e sovraempirico della necessità, dimostrandone la natura fraudolenta”
Tratto da Coetzee: Diario di un anno difficile.
Machiavelli says that if as a ruler you accept that your every action must pass moral scrutiny, you will without fail be defeated by an opponent who submits to no such moral test. To hold on to power, you have not only to master the crafts of deception and treachery but to be prepared to use them where necessary.
Necessity, necessità, is Machiavelli's guiding principle. The old, pre-Machiavellian position was that the moral law was supreme. If it so happened that the moral law was sometimes broken, that was unfortunate, but rulers were merely human, after all. The new, Machiavellian position is that infringing the moral law is justified when it is necessary.
Thus is inaugurated the dualism of modern political culture, which simultaneously upholds absolute and relative standards of value. The modern state appeals to morality, to religion, and to natural law as the ideological foundation of its existence. At the same time it is prepared to infringe any or all of these in the interest of self-preservation.
Machiavelli does not deny that the claims morality makes on us are absolute. At the same time he asserts that in the interest of the state the ruler "is often obliged [necessitato] to act without loyalty, without mercy, without humanity, and without religion." The kind of person who calls talkback radio and justifies the use of torture in the interrogation of prisoners holds the double standard in his mind in exactly the same way: without in the least denying the absolute claims of the Christian ethic (love thy neighbour as thyself), such a person approves freeing the hands of the authorities - the army, the secret police - to do whatever may be necessary to protect the public from enemies of the state.
The typical reaction of liberal intellectuals is to seize on the contradiction here: how can something be both wrong and right, or at least both wrong and OK, at the same time? What liberal intellectuals fail to see is that this so-called contradiction expresses the quintessence of the Machiavellian and therefore the modern, a quintessence that has been thoroughly absorbed by the man in the street. The world is ruled by necessity, says the man in the street, not by some abstract moral code. We have to do what we have to do.
If you wish to counter the man in the street, it cannot be by appeal to moral principles, much less by demanding that people should run their lives in such a way that there are no contradictions between what they say and what they do. Ordinary life is full of contradictions; ordinary people are used to accommodating them.
Rather, you must attack the metaphysical, supra-empirical status of necessità and show that to be fraudulent.
categorie: riflessioni, parlo di me, addio, necessità
across ...
io guardo il cielo come un pascolo dove di notte si accendono i falò dei nostri sogni.
I picture the sky as a meadow where at night our dreams bonfires turn up, shining.
per ascoltare interrompere la colonna sonora del blog ;)
categorie: sogno, parlo di me, universo, riserva
LEGEND
silenzio perfavore. basta. non ne posso più.
vorrei mille e mille Che: "if you are a revolutionary, make a revolution."
peace and love ;)
"I can hardly recall
That I forgot
The words I wrote
On that wall
All the names
I've ever called...
The Queen told the King:
"To me, darling, you are everything".
So the King turned to the Queen
And said:
"Darling, I wish you were dead".
You are leaning on the window sill
The Moon is pale,
Looks ill.
And up there, on the barefoot hill,
The dogs are barking to the ghosts.
The Queen told the King:
"To me, darling, you are everything".
So the King turned to the Queen
And said:
"Be a King, then, in my stead".
I wish that one day
Everyone
Could say
I was born
To be a Rose
Without thorns...
The Queen told the King:
"To me, darling, you are everything".
So the King turned to the Queen
And said:
"I wish you were dead".
And the King told the Queen
"To me you are the best thing I've ever seen".
So the Queen turned to the King
And said:
"To me you are already dead".
categorie: musica, lyrics, youtube, olgostin, september 29th
...compleanni... fra poco... - see you ;)
categorie: comunismo
permesso negato
Sei gay? Non puoi procreare? non sei normale. Permesso negato.
Sei un prete? Non puoi procreare? Permesso negato.
Movimento per la vita ;)
by ~KhakiBlueSocks
categorie: notizie, stupidità umana, banalità del male
Birthday
http://mitar.photosight.ru/
Birthday of but a single pang
by Emily Dickinson
Birthday of but a single pang
That there are less to come --
Afflictive is the Adjective
But affluent the doom --
Michael Tarasov
http://mitar.photosight.ru/
It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?
I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want.
When I am quiet at my cooking I feel it looking, I feel it thinking
'Is this the one I am too appear for,
Is this the elect one, the one with black eye-pits and a scar?
Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus,
Adhering to rules, to rules, to rules.
Is this the one for the annunciation?
My god, what a laugh!'
But it shimmers, it does not stop, and I think it wants me.
I would not mind if it were bones, or a pearl button.
I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year.
After all I am alive only by accident.
I would have killed myself gladly that time any possible way.
Now there are these veils, shimmering like curtains,
The diaphanous satins of a January window
White as babies' bedding and glittering with dead breath. O ivory!
It must be a tusk there, a ghost column.
Can you not see I do not mind what it is.
Can you not give it to me?
Do not be ashamed--I do not mind if it is small.
Do not be mean, I am ready for enormity.
Let us sit down to it, one on either side, admiring the gleam,
The glaze, the mirrory variety of it.
Let us eat our last supper at it, like a hospital plate.
I know why you will not give it to me,
You are terrified
The world will go up in a shriek, and your head with it,
Bossed, brazen, an antique shield,
A marvel to your great-grandchildren.
Do not be afraid, it is not so.
I will only take it and go aside quietly.
You will not even hear me opening it, no paper crackle,
No falling ribbons, no scream at the end.
I do not think you credit me with this discretion.
If you only knew how the veils were killing my days.
To you they are only transparencies, clear air.
But my god, the clouds are like cotton.
Armies of them. They are carbon monoxide.
Sweetly, sweetly I breathe in,
Filling my veins with invisibles, with the million
Probable motes that tick the years off my life.
You are silver-suited for the occasion. O adding machine-----
Is it impossible for you to let something go and have it go whole?
Must you stamp each piece purple,
Must you kill what you can?
There is one thing I want today, and only you can give it to me.
It stands at my window, big as the sky.
It breathes from my sheets, the cold dead center
Where split lives congeal and stiffen to history.
Let it not come by the mail, finger by finger.
Let it not come by word of mouth, I should be sixty
By the time the whole of it was delivered, and to numb to use it.
Only let down the veil, the veil, the veil.
If it were death
I would admire the deep gravity of it, its timeless eyes.
I would know you were serious.
There would be a nobility then, there would be a birthday.
And the knife not carve, but enter
Pure and clean as the cry of a baby,
And the universe slide from my side.
Michael Tarasov
http://mitar.photosight.ru/
SONG OF TSAKAK
De' tc!A ciya' idê dAgā'x awé
At cīx Axq!ē nAstītc
It is only crying about myself
that comes to me in song
categorie: poesia, solitudine, birthday, sehnsucht
Chi sono
Nome: Batsceba Hardy
leggo, ascolto, scrivo e fotografo; non suono più. quando ho tempo pattino sul ghiaccio, arrampico, cammino, nuoto e vado in bicicletta.
ah dimenticavo: sono idealista, animista, pacifista, comunista... e per la chiesa terrorista
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Heavy Times:"Politicians, no way out
Sexy boy scouts, the internet
Skillful apes, another rape
Sausages of rage
Tennis players
Orange-flavoured eternity
Heavy times.
Shop-a-holics, work-a-holics,
The Titanic, my nickname
People wearing uniforms,
Assault rifles
Popcorn-shaped unicorns
Heavy times.
Broken hearts, windows
Widows, cigarettes,
Global warming,
Global warning
We're getting used to living
In these Heavy Times.
Exotic places, antibiotics
HIV, you & me.
Heavy times..."
Heavy times by September 29th
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"Il bambino impara a credere a un sacco di cose. Cioè impara, per esempio, ad agire secondo questa credenza. Poco alla volta, con quello che crede si costruisce un sistema e in questo sistema alcune cose sono ferme e incrollabili, altre sono più o meno mobili. Quello che è stabile, non è stabile perché sia in sé chiaro o di per sé evidente, ma perché è mantenuto tale da ciò che gli sta intorno. "
Della Certezza , L. Wittgenstein
"To be nobody – but – yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle any human can fight; and never to stop fighting."
E.E. Cummings
"We are what we imagine. Our very existence consists in our imagination of ourselves. Our best destiny is to imagine, at least, completely, who and what, and that we are. The greatest tragedy that can befall us is to go unimagined."
N. Scott Momaday
"Organizzazioni e manifestazioni pacifiche da cui sono esclusi proprio quelli con cui si tratta di creare la pace, si risolvono in ipocrisia, presunzione compiaciuta e spreco di tempo."
Günther Anders
"La libertà non sta nello scegliere tra bianco e nero, ma nel sottrarsi a questa scelta prescritta"
Theodor W. Adorno
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
"Da me ci sono due porte, una per entrare e una per uscire. Rigorosamente divise. Dalla porta d'ingresso non si può uscire, e da quella di uscita non si può entrare. Tutti seguono questa regola. Possono variare le modalità, ma tutti finiscono per andare via. C'è chi è andato via per sperimentare nuove possibilità, chi per risparmiare tempo. Qualcuno è morto. Fatto sta che non è rimasto nessuno. Tranne me, unico superstite. La loro assenza è sempre con me. Le loro parole, i loro respiri, i motivi canticchiati a bassa voce, aleggiano come polvere negli angoli di casa mia."
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