Comments for I do want to do something. http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com Just another WordPress.com weblog Tue, 10 Feb 2009 17:56:23 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 Comment on I have to think about it by f http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/12/28/i-have-to-think-about-it/#comment-88 f Tue, 10 Feb 2009 17:56:23 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=94#comment-88 mon âme rejoint progressivement mon corps au fur et a mesure que je le plonge dans un bain chaud mon âme rejoint progressivement mon corps
au fur et a mesure
que je le plonge dans un bain chaud

]]> Comment on I have to think about it by c http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/12/28/i-have-to-think-about-it/#comment-87 c Mon, 05 Jan 2009 00:31:07 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=94#comment-87 well... thinking can also be a form of luxury well… thinking can also be a form of luxury

]]> Comment on Did you see her lips ? by Cristobal http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/08/06/did-you-see-her-lips/#comment-85 Cristobal Tue, 26 Aug 2008 23:09:01 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=79#comment-85 ‘I am thought searching for a thinker to give birth to me. I shall destroy the thinker when I find him. I am the Odyssey, the Iliad, the Aeneid. I prevent Mars from destroying me but I ate away Mars from inside, from outside so he died. He is a memory and a desire: I am eternally alive, indestructible, indispensable, adorable. I am the force that makes books. My last triumph is the Mind. The mind that is too heavy a load for the sensuous beast to carry. I am the thought without a thinker and the abstract thought which has destroyed its thinker Newtonwise, the container that loves its content to destruction; the content that explodes its possessive container” (P. 38, Wilfred Bion, “A Memory of The future”). ‘I am thought searching for a thinker to give birth to me. I shall destroy the thinker when I find him. I am the Odyssey, the Iliad, the Aeneid. I prevent Mars from destroying me but I ate away Mars from inside, from outside so he died. He is a memory and a desire: I am eternally alive, indestructible, indispensable, adorable. I am the force that makes books. My last triumph is the Mind. The mind that is too heavy a load for the sensuous beast to carry. I am the thought without a thinker and the abstract thought which has destroyed its thinker Newtonwise, the container that loves its content to destruction; the content that explodes its possessive container”

(P. 38, Wilfred Bion, “A Memory of The future”).

]]> Comment on Did you see her lips ? by mirene http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/08/06/did-you-see-her-lips/#comment-84 mirene Tue, 12 Aug 2008 18:19:28 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=79#comment-84 Thanks ! Thanks !

]]> Comment on Did you see her lips ? by Amit http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/08/06/did-you-see-her-lips/#comment-83 Amit Tue, 12 Aug 2008 17:56:29 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=79#comment-83 Such good use of words. Really beautiful :) Such good use of words. Really beautiful :)

]]> Comment on on (other) encounters by mirene http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/06/29/on-other-encounters/#comment-82 mirene Mon, 30 Jun 2008 20:59:17 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=69#comment-82 a a

]]> Comment on She is going to Istanbul (and changing her haircut) by sidsel http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/05/21/she-is-going-to-istanbul-and-changing-her-haircut/#comment-80 sidsel Fri, 23 May 2008 16:49:01 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=61#comment-80 now listening to camera obscura and noticing this song, which i like the sound of very much. It's not perfectly portraying you, anyway, here it comes: Your picture My friend she told me such a story but she didn't know what I knew I laughed with my friend when she got to the end I knew we were laughing at you She told me that you made some money and you got yourself frames on the wall People come by and they look at your face And they say it's the fairest of all Of course you protest That's what you do best You're modest and shy to the end You're watching them a as they're looking at you And you know it was money well spent She told me you'd given up drinking to be with somebody you knew And you tried to get into the bible But it never got into you You've still got some loyal disciples I suppose that I'm one of the few I shouldn't have laughed Cause I mean you no harm But my friend got to me before you And next time I see you I'll be pleased to see you I hope you'll be pleased to see me I'll visit your picture I won't have the nerve To tell them that they've got you all wrong now listening to camera obscura and noticing this song, which i like the sound of very much. It’s not perfectly portraying you, anyway, here it comes:

Your picture

My friend she told me such a story but
she didn’t know what I knew
I laughed with my friend when she got to the end
I knew we were laughing at you

She told me that you made some money and you
got yourself frames on the wall
People come by and they look at your face
And they say it’s the fairest of all

Of course you protest
That’s what you do best
You’re modest and shy to the end

You’re watching them a as they’re looking at you
And you know it was money well spent

She told me you’d given up drinking
to be with somebody you knew
And you tried to get into the bible
But it never got into you

You’ve still got some loyal disciples I
suppose that I’m one of the few
I shouldn’t have laughed Cause I mean you no harm
But my friend got to me before you

And next time I see you I’ll be pleased to see you
I hope you’ll be pleased to see me
I’ll visit your picture I won’t have the nerve
To tell them that they’ve got you all wrong

]]> Comment on She is going to Istanbul (and changing her haircut) by sidsel http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/05/21/she-is-going-to-istanbul-and-changing-her-haircut/#comment-79 sidsel Thu, 22 May 2008 13:41:55 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=61#comment-79 love. love having frames and shelves and narrations and melancholy and happiness and forgetfulness and longing and reflection and aspiring expectations and that's all i can say. apart from this: SKYPE: sidsel nelund 15.19 it's nice! 15.19 the text Mirene Arsanios 15.19 you like it? good. tomorrow i'm going to the embassy... sidsel nelund 15.19 sending you kisses - didn't know you took a pic of us on pics 15.19 yes, move! (here s is thinking m is leaving now, to the embassy) Mirene Arsanios 15.20 yes...but really I left your pic next to my pic on the desk for a while sidsel nelund 15.20 nice 15.20 :-) Mirene Arsanios 15.20 yes, was nice : ) sidsel nelund 15.20 memories 15.21 and traces and then thinking Mirene Arsanios 15.21 yep, and stories sidsel nelund 15.21 move! so the story will keep going Mirene Arsanios 15.21 yes... love. love having frames and shelves and narrations and melancholy and happiness and forgetfulness and longing and reflection and aspiring expectations and that’s all i can say. apart from this:

SKYPE:
sidsel nelund
15.19
it’s nice!
15.19
the text

Mirene Arsanios
15.19
you like it? good. tomorrow i’m going to the embassy…

sidsel nelund
15.19
sending you kisses – didn’t know you took a pic of us on pics
15.19
yes, move! (here s is thinking m is leaving now, to the embassy)

Mirene Arsanios
15.20
yes…but really I left your pic next to my pic on the desk for a while

sidsel nelund
15.20
nice
15.20
:-)

Mirene Arsanios
15.20
yes, was nice : )

sidsel nelund
15.20
memories
15.21
and traces and then thinking

Mirene Arsanios
15.21
yep, and stories

sidsel nelund
15.21
move! so the story will keep going

Mirene Arsanios
15.21
yes…

]]> Comment on Bottle message from a friend by g http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/04/11/bottle-message-from-a-friend/#comment-78 g Thu, 01 May 2008 10:24:34 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=58#comment-78 il me semble qu'une bise placee sur sa joue y resterait pour toujours il me semble qu’une bise placee sur sa joue y resterait pour toujours

]]> Comment on Bottle message from a friend by Mirene http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/2008/04/11/bottle-message-from-a-friend/#comment-77 Mirene Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:27:23 +0000 http://mirenearsanios.wordpress.com/?p=58#comment-77 (where can we meet again?) Here is the center of the world. Not quite sure where is here. this sentence comes back, "attuned to the heartbeat of contingency" (Kosofsky Segdwick). or is it that voice on Marwa's computer that says every fifteen minutes, what times it is. she saves us and she kills us that bitch. The colored time line that I am doing to see the next couple of months. the center of the world will be green tomorrow. the center of the world happens when it is really great. there is nothing else because so many things seem to be working together, in one big whole . I don't think that there are any ghosts there.they might come back eventually, to shake your/my epicenter.then maybe we can meet and ghost dance. (where can we meet again?) Here is the center of the world. Not quite sure where is here. this sentence comes back, “attuned to the heartbeat of contingency” (Kosofsky Segdwick). or is it that voice on Marwa’s computer that says every fifteen minutes, what times it is. she saves us and she kills us that bitch. The colored time line that I am doing to see the next couple of months. the center of the world will be green tomorrow.
the center of the world happens when it is really great. there is nothing else because so many things seem to be working together, in one big whole . I don’t think that there are any ghosts there.they might come back eventually, to shake your/my epicenter.then maybe we can meet and ghost dance.

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