"When I was little my parents told me about a man who was very powerful ...
The teachers of my youth are gone, my parents are gone ... the dude that I spoke, however, is still in circulation. I do not shake off. I read Spinoza. I've read Nietzsche. I read the "National Lampoon." It did not help. I live with him every day and looked at him: he is still angry , still vengeful, still - eternally - pissed off.
'Man makes plans - my parents said - and if God ride '.
'When you least expect it - my teachers warned - aspettatelo'.
And I do so. Throughout the day, a festival of horror film unfolds endlessly in my mind, my private Grand Guignol. There is an hour that goes by without a horrific, horrific fantasy of death, anguish and torment.
As I walk down the street, while I fill up with petrol.
friends dying, loved ones who are murdered, dogs and house cats run over by a garbage truck and killed. "
" Samuel Beckett was often accused of being a pessimist, a charge he rejected. In fact, he reasoned, what we call the real pessimists are optimistic - were it not for their certainty that the world, as horrible, it can be improved, not be wasted even to raise the issue. Optimists, he continued, are the real pessimists, because they are so convinced of the situation dell'irreparabilità reduced to pretend that there is nothing wrong. "
" The Lament of the foreskin "- Shalom Auslander
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