Tuesday, September 14, 2010

How To Convince Your Wife To Get A Brazlian

male and female separate universes at home?

interesting recent comments posted by some friends, readers - and the replicas that have followed - have put the emphasis, in tones often "lively", apparently not remedied the dichotomy between "feminine" and "masculine." Old problem, you say, and not even new to the blog. In fact, just go back a few posts on the subject to find work rather well peppered. However, on closer, it is noted that for some time the question seemed to want to make a breakthrough, mainly due to the considerations developed by some of the most frequent visitors of this virtual space. Well, for what you've read so far, it seems too obvious that the difference between male and female, as has been paid, is not just a gender distinction but extends to the strict two universes, each comprising several dimensions: biological, psychological, cultural and others ... But even
here it is - I agree - a well-known and well-known aspects on which it would not be worth spending more time and words. Except that, according to the latest recent post, all penned by hand feminine, the feminine and the masculine would be condemned to remain separated without hope to join (please some readers usually accustomed to punzecchiatine sarcastic at least abstain in this case).
So two universes originated from a common Mother - Nature - living in the same house - also made available by Mother Nature - but irreconcilable in the substance of the fund. The contact, where there is, is only skin and is resolved in the texture of social relationships (often asymmetrical and may no peer), in family relationships (with position still widely employed for the woman), in the performance of reproductive function (not likely, this, to be misused) or accessory partner. Beyond this, the rift between the two worlds is and remains a clear and unassailable. Worse, neither is there any way by one of two (one male) even if only to understand the essence of reflection. Useless, therefore, that the man cares in vain undertaking. Awaits him, inexorable failure and every attempt will be shown for what it is: a momentum just wishful thinking. This is in the best case, ie when the momentum is in response to a genuine impulse to know: to learn to love consciously. In other cases it would mean a further pretext to pursue for transgressors against women. To "place [her] even in the soul", was written.

So what? So let's start from the novel.

The spirit and the idea of \u200b\u200bunderlying fund "The Lady of the village" are not, or were at the time of writing, tools borrowed with the intent to develop in a subtle and surreptitious abuse of power against a new universe of women. We should instead take the authenticity of the tension towards a mysterious and ancestral size, size, looked almost with delight, with decency and respect - yes, in comparison - and as a response to the call even when the male ancestral figure to ignore. And that although thousands of years and for thousands of years the same men have done everything to betray in the most cowardly, childish and mad that call for, after all, is the call to loving Mother son. So, have any aspiration. And even a new rape, this time consumed on the floor and the shelter of literary freedom.
The first idea that has managed and brought to "The Lady of the village" from the beginning wanted to animate the pages of this blog, an attempt to repeat here that it was no longer lonely, restricted solely to the author's ideals and longings the curiosity of some unlikely player. It is thought that the same idea and the same spirit could be shared and shared here, perhaps fueling further reflection and proposing other ways, most notably those of desirable attended. In a nutshell, the idea is as follows: to stimulate the reader a greater awareness on the issue of women's dignity. Unfortunately ever present problem, as some events remind us almost daily.
action, therefore, directed to both sexes without distinction and without prejudice. Small action, but without excessive demands of another strong awareness of the realities of the world and the woman of today, as well as the historical reality that led to aberrations past and current perspective.
However, I also know that the real world is transformed as a result of ideas, even if the ideas take time, long before they produce some visible result. This was
the minimum program.
The facts then they surpassed the expectations of very touched and have perhaps unusual aspects of the problem. It just happens to be on those women who have made their voices heard.
Personally, I do not care catalog the socio-cultural background on which are projected some of the views expressed. I think it's more appealing to the true end of the question emerged: the cosmos is really inaccessible to women? If so, why? If no, under what terms and conditions under which it can unfold its understanding? And with what consequences, if any, for him and the further development of the human species? The old aphorism according
which is the One in All and All is in either is true or not. But if true, how is it that the One is in all but one part, the male?
The splitting of the spell must have been imposed at some point in the plane of the event of necessity. Unfortunately, I imagine that the result of the division has propagated as primal instinct to its separation in the part that came after, one female, to characterize it as an anthropological tract distinctive. No coincidence that the collective representation of the divine has changed over time, at a later time, male morphology, before the divine that was separate from the whole, ie the Nature Naturante, to then be relegated to the metaphysical as ontological reality in itself. Fact, this very significant and that says far too long.
Or not?

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Aagitator Diego Rivera

A tapestry woven on a knife

About tapestries, as well as the one mentioned by his friend Red, I would like to bring to the attention of the friends of the blog and another earliest example of such artistic products, exemplary of which is track during the fifteenth century with a character that "The Lady of the village" mentions in passing in the first few pages. The character in question is the Knight Antoine de La Sale, who, on May 18, 1420, go on a Monti Sibillini, going right into the cave where the legend wanted to stay, as the Apennine Sibyl, Dominica, queen of the fairies and protector of the place and giver of archaic knowledge, especially related to the virtues of medicinal and therapeutic herbs.
Antoine de La Sale is said to have made the journey in italic districts to act on the wishes expressed by the Duchess of Bourbon, eager to learn from the most popular voices in some news about the mysterious Sibyl and also verify that the mountains of the area, surrounding Lake Pilate, were those represented nell'arazzo in his possession. In fact, the tapestry reproduces, albeit in a stylized way, the characteristic profile of Monte Sibilla and the one on Mount Carrier that opposes the first.
Now that the design of a tapestry in itself has caused such a curiosity in the soul of the Duchess Agnes de Bourbon, to the point of pushing the proper de La Sale to venture into a long and uncertain outcome, playing well strange. Unless you give credit to the hypothesis that the echo of the Apennine Sibyl el'alone of mystery that surrounded the icon at the time had much more resonance than you are willing to concede today.
therefore every reason to think that the charm of an archaic Feminine has never switched off completely in the flow of time and perhaps it is no coincidence that the ancient alchemists attach to their enigmatic science attribute lady par excellence. It will also be why, according to legend, the alchemists led to devote their texts on the shores of the lake because of Pilate, propitious for the stars and the magical influence of the Lady, the same texts that open up or tighten the locks and the secrets their owners to prove the mysteries of science otherwise impenetrable.
charm and magic of a time gone by.
Today human beings are too distracted and too emancipated to give credence to the myth and to devote their attention to a piece of evidence considered, perhaps too casually, a residue of infantile humanity gullible.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Snorting Bull Artwork

Write myth to live or live to write?

time ago, when I still had not reached full maturity (I was pretty much around the thirties), my host was a friend of a lot ahead of me over the years. The character in question depicted a life and was also quite said, and in fact some of his paintings have already occupied the rooms of famous museums in the world. However, in my naive spontaneity, I committed the imprudence of appeal "painter." Him if he had not recently (among other things was terribly touchy) and did not lose a moment to let me note how the term was inappropriate.
- I'm an artist - said the sting - not a painter. But maybe you do not know the difference between a painter and an artist. You know - went on air from teacher forced by circumstances to explain a universal reputation of res judicata - that a painter paints what he sells, while an artist paints what he sells.
Years later I will be seeking the problem, although in different terms. Paraphrasing
away my guest, I would say that, similarly, there is a difference between pennaiolo and a writer in the sense that the pennaiolo writes novels that sell, and sells a writer who writes novels. Pushing further the difference, you could still say that the pennaiolo writes for a living and the writer lives to write.
And who does not belong to either category?
the undersigned, for instance, does not write for a living (luckily for me) and even live to write (again for my good fortune, life has been built around a backbone that is sufficient in itself to fill it with meaning). And in fact I do not like to call myself a writer, but rather prefer to speak to me as a vehicle of ideas and feelings that are expressed through stories told.
I write to give expression to the ideas and feelings that go through me when I imagine the events, characters, scenes, dialogues.
all.
And you? You who read, do you think?