Homo Homini Lupus

"Man is a wolf to man."popular Roman proverb by Plautus (dead 184 B. C.), in his Asinaria. Thomas Hobbes later used it in his "De cive, Epistola dedicatoria"

"Only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us in nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and its darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set back life to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations."
Rebecca West
Black Lamb and Grey Falcon

"Man's destructive hand spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing. Proud and terrible king, he wants everything and nothing resists him... from the lamb he tears its guts and makes his harp resound... from the wolf his most deadly tooth to polish his pretty works of art; from the elephant his tusks to make a toy for his child - his table is covered with corpses... And who [in this general carnage] will exterminate him who exterminates all others? Himself. It is man who is charged with the slaughter of man... So it is accomplished... the great law of the violent destruction of living creatures. The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but a vast altar upon which all that is living must be sacrificed without end, without measure, without pause, until the consummation of things, until evil is extinct, until the death of death."
Josef de Maistre

http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/killing/wolf.html

Fu Hsi (about 4,000 BC)

Pinyin Fu Xi , formally (Wade-Giles romanization) T'ai Hao (Chinese: “The Great Bright One”) , also called Pao Hsi , or Mi Hsi first of China's mythical emperors. His miraculous birth, as a divine being with a serpent's body, is said to have occurred somewhere between the 40th and the 29th century BC. Some representations show him as a leaf-wreathed head growing out of a mountain or as a man clothed with animal skins.

Fu Hsi is the father of the Chinese Tai Chi Philosophy of yin and yang and, is said to have discovered the famous Chinese trigrams used in divination and thus to have contributed to the I Ching (Yi Ying).

He is the first in recorded history to have invented a theory of everything (physicists have the superstring theory). To him everything was a combination of trigrams ( like yin-yang-yin or yang-yin-yin). There are eight trigrams, which are also phases in a universal cycle.

For the first time, he symbolized yin as a broken line, yang as an unbroken line. These were observed to appear as vacated turtle shells cooked in a fire. Their appearance (It usually took three shells to get a reading) indicated the phase in the focus of attention. By the law of synchronicity, appearing symbols relate to the appearing world. Read a fascinating (partially fictional) biographical sketch of Fu Hsi in A Tale Of The I Ching by Wu Wei.

HSÜ

Full Metal Jacket

My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Homecoming Fuck Fantasy. I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I'm in a world of shit... yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.

Private Jocker

Belief and Technique for Modern Prose

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside your own house
4. Be in love with your life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yrself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

Jack Kerouac
(1922-1969)

Wilde sobre la belleza

El artista es creador de belleza.
Revelar el arte y ocultar al artista es la meta del arte.
El crítico es quien puede traducir de manera distinta o con nuevos materiales su impresión de la belleza. La forma más elevada de la crítica, y también la más rastrera, es una modalidad de autobiografía.
Quienes descubren significados ruines en cosas hermosas están corrompidos sin ser elegantes, lo que es un defecto. Quienes encuentran significados bellos en cosas hermosas son espíritus cultivados. Para ellos hay esperanza.
Son los elegidos, y en su caso las cosas hermosas sólo significan belleza.
No existen libros morales o inmorales.
Los libros están bien o mal escritos. Eso es todo.
La aversión del siglo por el realismo es la rabia de Calibán al verse la cara en el espejo.
La aversión del siglo por el romanticismo es la rabia de Calibán al no verse la cara en un espejo.
La vida moral del hombre forma parte de los temas del artista, pero la moralidad del arte consiste en hacer un uso perfecto de un medio imperfecto. Ningún artista desea probar nada. Incluso las cosas que son verdad se pueden probar.
El artista no tiene preferencias morales. Una preferencia moral en un artista es un imperdonable amaneramiento de estilo.
Ningún artista es morboso. El artista está capacitado para expresarlo todo.
Pensamiento y lenguaje son, para el artista, los instrumentos de su arte.
El vicio y la virtud son los materiales del artista. Desde el punto de vista de la forma, el modelo de todas las artes es el arte del músico. Desde el punto de vista del sentimiento, el modelo es el talento del actor.
Todo arte es a la vez superficie y símbolo.
Quienes profundizan, sin contentarse con la superficie, se exponen a las consecuencias.
Quienes penetran en el símbolo se exponen a las consecuencias.
Lo que en realidad refleja el arte es al espectador y no la vida.
La diversidad de opiniones sobre una obra de arte muestra que esa obra es nueva, compleja y que está viva. Cuando los críticos disienten, el artista está de acuerdo consigo mismo.
A un hombre le podemos perdonar que haga algo útil siempre que no lo admire. La única excusa para hacer una cosa inútil es admirarla infinitamente.
Todo arte es completamente inútil.

OSCAR WILDE

El retrato de Dorian Gray ~ Prefacio

Blade Runner - Pris (Daryl Hannah)

El Cementerio de Vilcashuaman

Sólo las cruces verdes,
las cruces azules,
las cruces amarillas:
flores de palo entre la tierra de los hombres
y el espacio que habitan los abuelos.
No edificios construidos con usuta
donde las cenizas se oxidan sin mezclarse.
Sólo las cruces verdes,
las cruces azules,
las cruces amarillas.
Moran aquí nuestros primeros padres:
bien dispuestos y holgados
y armoniosos entre los rojos campos
y las colinas interiores del planeta.
"La carne aguanta menos que el maíz
y menos que los granos el vestido:
más que el algodón la lana
pero menos que el hueso:
y más que las costillas quebradizas aguanta el viejo cráneo".
Y llegado el momento
regresan a la tierra
igual como la arena se mezcla con la arena.
Abuelo Flores Azules de la Papa,
Abuelo Adobe,
Abuelo Barriga del Venado.
(Y en el techo del mundo de los muertos
como un río de gorgonas la sequia sucede a las inundaciones
y los hijos mueren de sed junto a las madres
ya muertas por el agua).
"Donde tu fuerza, abuelo, que los ojos del fuego no te alcanzan".
Sólo los viejos nombres de acuerdo a edad y peso.
Sólo las cruces verdes,
las cruces azules,
las cruces amarillas.
No el arcángel del siglo XIX
la oferta y la demanda y las cenizas solas.
Abuelo Flores Azules de la Papa
Abuelo Adobe,
Abuelo Barriga del Venado.
"Moja este blanco sol, Abuelo Lluvia".
Mientras la tierra engorda.

Antonio Cisneros

(1942-)

Y uno aprende

Después de un tiempo,
uno aprende la sutil diferencia
entre sostener una mano
y encadenar un alma.

Y uno aprende
que el amor no significa acostarse
y una compañía no significa seguridad.

Y uno empieza a aprender...
Que los besos no son contratos
y los regalos no son promesas.
Y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas
con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos.

Y uno aprende a construir
todos sus caminos en el hoy,
porque el terreno de mañana
es demasiado inseguro para planes...
Y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse en la mitad.

Y después de un tiempo
uno aprende que si es demasiado,
hasta el calorcito del sol quema.

Así es que uno planta su propio jardín
y decora su propia alma,
en lugar de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores.

Y uno aprende que realmente puede aguantar,
que uno realmente es fuerte,
que uno realmente vale,
uno aprende y aprende...

Y con cada día uno aprende...

Autor desconocido
Lima, Marzo 26, 2007

The Secret of the Machines (Modern Machinery)

We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,
We were melted in the furnace and the pit—
We were cast and wrought and hammered to design,
We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit.
Some water, coal, and oil is all we ask,
And a thousandth of an inch to give us play:
And now if you will set us to our task,
We will serve you four and twenty hours a day!

We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive,
We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
We can run and jump and swim and fly and dive,
We can see and hear and count and read and write!

Would you call a friend from half across the world?
If you’ll let us have his name and town and state,
You shall see and hear your crackling question hurled
Across the arch of heaven while you wait.
Has he answered? Does he need you at his side?
You can start this very evening if you choose,
And take the Western Ocean in the stride
Of seventy thousand horses and some screws!

The boat-express is waiting your command!
You will find the Mauretania at the quay,
Till her captain turns the lever ‘neath his hand,
And the monstrous nine-decked city goes to sea.

Do you wish to make the mountains bare their head
And lay their new-cut forests at your feet?
Do you want to turn a river in its bed,
Or plant a barren wilderness with wheat?
Shall we pipe aloft and bring you water down
From the never-failing cisterns of the snows,
To work the mills and tramways in your town,
And irrigate your orchards as it flows?

It is easy! Give us dynamite and drills!
Watch the iron-shouldered rocks lie down and quake
As the thirsty desert-level floods and fills,
And the valley we have dammed becomes a lake.

But remember, please, the Law by which we live,
We are not built to comprehend a lie,
We can neither love nor pity nor forgive,
If you make a slip in handling us you die!
We are greater than the Peoples or the Kings—
Be humble, as you crawl beneath our rods!—
Our touch can alter all created things,
We are everything on earth—except The Gods!

Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes,
It will vanish and the stars will shine again,
Because, for all our power and weight and size,
We are nothing more than children of your brain!

Joseph Rudyard Kipling

30 Dec 1865 - 18 Jan 1936

Para curar el susto

1. Conseguir cebada.
2. Pasar la cebada por el cuerpo de la persona asustada.
3. Dar la cebada usada como alimento a un gallo bravo.
4. Esperar a que el gallo coma la cebada.
5. Cuando el gallo cante, se expulsará al espíritu que causó el susto.

De la Tia Abuela Paulina (Pallasca, Ancash)