Nyc writes a lot. E 'obsessed with writing. It 'a kind of graphomaniac.
Nyc writes and eats everything that was written. Everything you wrote.
Grafofagia.
Nyc "eats" in the sense that its ago, in the deepest meaning of the verb "eat" all the words that way, the leave for days, months and years, "eats" not in a physical sense but in the sense that the sculpts in the interior for leave to act in the best in his life. And in the life of the reader.
Spells. And NYC is like a novel Golem with his scraps of paper activators. Nyc
But not only writes "here" on the Blog. Of this blog is just a fun exercise, an attempt to digital communication, something as unusual as it is entertaining for her. Things marks the most pregnant Nyc (Signs ...) on its books. Indeed, notebooks with the "Q" capitalized. Words and pictures, I want to honor the Zodiac that the Sun is in that of Uranus this month. Sign of fast connection. NYC has always believed that writing was magic, a kind of activation that far outweighs the fleeting vocis flatus. The voice did not deposit anything, you know b ene NYC lately is doggedly continuing his exercises on silence. The passive voice, "spear", and goes, if something needs to be clinging then grabs him, otherwise the sign must ol'incisione. And the writing is a kind of incision. He was right in Swabia: "pinning all the words that I cast out." She also precisely on the TV Guide, then could not remember what he had written and had read Nyc ... which obviously did not understand. In short, the ideal would organize at least! For this NYC keeps least a notebook in her purse and a notebook hidden under the work agenda, including an appointment and the other of poor leadership which tries to do as an assistant ... and NYC has recently discovered a shop that sells packages of colored paper and recycled wood tones and beautiful handmade cards to send to friends and associates. That hole is the shop of his kingdom! Yes, why not interested in Nyc mark things up ... the sign of a digital archive, forging pe nsiero on paper, is the important thing for her. The incision. The symbol. The date. The signing ... to dial in a good way to avoid the invoices. How many times affixing signatures every day? How many times we do it without too badarci and there enough screen? The writings are all tracks. It 's the Daimon guiding hand, which in turn slides the pen and pencil. The written sign is there: magical expression of a moment that otherwise we would have lost. Scratch of fate. Nyc because fate is all that is "just state," the sign that could tell us also what will (might ... .... ... But it is said), the thing that speaks to those who look carefully. Vision to unravel slowly, and above all to score. NYC whole-earth and water-in-mud with its Taurus and Scorpio Rising. Seemingly quiet, watch and write, witch-scorpion-venom hidden in the rocky gorges all pins in her notebooks. Some say that his eyes "change" when he writes. Try to affect your scores on paper, your Sincronie, what do you liquidate your eyes? And 'the excitement of discovery, the key that turns slowly in the lock, the lock or "maybe" suddenly clicks and pops. Leave submit your script and what settles slowly become magic of wheels and gears that moves and then run ... and run more and more, tracing furrows, to cultivate your fields, tracks that will be very clear later. It's your thread that unravels in Time. The path your time: and that is you think about it, for you that you scored, you've written, you are the Magician! Everything will be clear to you, an evocation of latent unconscious phantasy that is new in the dawn. It 's your story, how can you believe potertene be there, at the margin, to watch (suffer?) ... ..... You're swearing! Get a pen and paper: a nice piece of paper and a nice pen. Write or draw, di-marks. Stroke. Write as if you were to read some time between other people (and maybe they will! ) because then it will certainly "another you" to re-read those things, your old coincidences and synchronicities of your past take the form of your new events. And do not lie. In performing this exercise, you can not lie, the better the open mouth and a bullet fired from down in the stomach. Write the hideous and revolting reality appointment unspeakable things, trace the signs that make you afraid, throws to the winds the principle of non-contradiction, as Matte Blanco said on the principle of symmetry [*]: "The unconscious is the report inverse of any relationship as if it were identical to the report. This implies that treats asymmetrical relations as if they were symmetrical ", this exorcism will cancel the time, space and any other distinction and classification. Make light of the Vision. The sign is the Deity and the catch is you who is a mischievous sprite invisible, made specifically to your foil the paper. Take your notebook into the wood and trace the sounds you hear, what I recall, designed the flight of butterflies, where they alight? They are the voices of the Little People that too often men have not been able to write down and write. Angels in the air and air between the trees as you "write it all." Reread what you wrote after months, some pages the tears of anger, others will make you cry, others will still be those which now you're falling in love or hate that now with all my heart but in any case, the vision will be corrected in black and white. What counts is still the sign. And if you say that the "story told" is curative, imagine what can write! Think of those spells transmitted orally, which over the centuries have assumed a certain stability of form so it can be elevated to the rank of transcription in some code .
Nyc thinks of his notebooks and run away a bit 'funny. Sometimes the law of "workers of the occult", "witches", "neo-pagan," "shaman," "Druids" (?) Who spend a bang of € to buy grimoires trendy, upholstered in leather or python Armadillo adorned with feathers or Ibis Condor Fuchsia ... This rather strange girl is in love with the smell of recycled paper, is in love - madly - signs engraved on the raw paper. Its rough (these forthcoming) Books of the Command ...
in that magnificent mountain valley of Valle Maira
[*] The Book of Matte Blanco I mentioned is: The unconscious as infinite sets. Essay on the bi-logic. Einaudi.
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