Friday, November 6, 2009

Machine Makes Your Nose Smaller

stranger in a strange land

ran
March of '95 when Byron Masdeu decided to open his first tattoo studio in the Fine Alley in the historic center, was a small, in the late afternoon to meet metalheads, hippies, alternative and some other punk, as well as people who was neither one nor the other, but were interested in perpetuating an image on your skin, always engaging gatherings that revolve around music, literature and philosophy as it used to be customary talking around a bit, some chance that the assistant, who was studying philosophy, I recommended a book called The Antichrist of one Friedrich Nietzsche. During those same years Giovanni Pinzón, lead singer of Suburban Bohemia, was in the coffee zone 10 Gold, epicenter of the alternative scene, but in many metalheads who studied in the City Old gathered for the evening, there was curiously and was conceived one of the first zines metalheads Putrefaxión Zocial , was one of those nights that I met someone who was always reading and saw that what was carried mentioned book, immediately asked him where he had brought, what I said no, that he had bought at the bookstore El Tecolote area 1, which ironically was a half block from the school where I studied. really to open that issue of the United Mexican Editors did not know what to expect, I expected something very strong, yes, but did not really know why, since the first line was a total shock, there was nothing I could have imagined, it is true, but it was something I had always wanted, as I continued to page after page, it was like to find myself, for the first time to order many ideas that had always been messy in my head, as he would say, referring to Richard Wagner, was the first time I breathed freely in my life, yet was a shock, had suspected all along that there should be a different way of seeing the world, but never guessed that someone knew a way to raise so clear and yet so raw.
finished soon become a fan of Nietzsche, this book was followed by a reading of how much work I was appearing, as in editing Edimat, and every time he touched me at Burger King, as is usual here, wait for someone who was always late for an appointment, I did read those books that haunted me, until today every time my life has become complex, I turn my gaze to them and this is the calm amid the storm. Undoubtedly few philosophers have dared to go as far as Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (from 1.844 to 1.900) did, first daring to question those who had been imposed as unquestionable, which certainly does not do so profound but doing so undoubtedly the fact that for the first time someone is able to think outside of Platonic thought, a task that still sounds colossal and monstrous, since, even unintentionally, we have all been designed, created and domesticated by the mold Plato today, as in my case, it is certainly comfortable to read and understand the extent to which such thinking is inherent in our lives, but the thinking for the first time, realize the idea in itself, is something that can hardly be calculated.
From my personal perspective is something else that makes symbolic Nietzsche's philosophical struggle is the fact of the disease, a disease that wiped out slowly and that he fell from 1.888 to 1.900, as it was centuries behind in every sense of science, solely due to the greed of managers in the world, who through theological tricks humanity remained mired in the shadows ignorance, as do the mass media today, but it was from the work of this philosopher that the world dared to go further, to realize, finally, that the human body was a field of action for science and not an inviolable divine vessel, resulting in the solution to many diseases, including that he had killed, and at times irrational were treated only by prayer, I think that was the personal struggle of Friedrich Nietzsche, and, as every man is born posthumously, undoubtedly won posthumously, and in recent days I've been re reading Antichrist, Beyond Good and Evil and Ecce Homo , and yes, again I was happy to be home ...

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