| Tuesday, August 17, 2004 |
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Due to the tremendous noise in my room, I feel compelled to write these lines. This is why: my bath is broken, with philosophical and intellectual consequences. I do not really know why, but I love these words, I mean, philosophical, intellectual, and so on. Nietzsche wrote once that you have to be careful with words such as “phenomenon”, because they have powerful and magic properties. I guess that’s why. Anyway, it is better to spit neurons than sweating sperm through your ears – maturity – youth – etcetera – domus. Ecce homo, here he comes, let’s clap – clap clap clap. I would never cease: Ecce homo! Sorry: Ecce Homo! So I was checking out the American National Anthem’s lyrics. Look at the prepositions: by, at, through.
Oh, say can you see, BY the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed AT the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, THROUGH the perilous fight,
This is a Swiss clock! Well, I guess it would make more sense twilight’s “first” gleaming… I do not know. But it is intense, this anthem:
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
It makes me thing of bombs and destruction, rain and storms, nuclear thoughts, invisible fights. There it is not Ecce homo, but Ecce Domo, and, and the superflag always waving. If I were American… well, I am not. I just try to talk about nations without arising excessive pro and anti-American passions. It’s just very boring. And the truth is like a stone. So I might ask for lyrics in the Spanish national anthem. Actually, I would like to write the lyrics. Why not? Secular discussions spur people to make comments.
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