Fausto
2007 September 17
Was this the face that launch’d a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
-Christopher Marlowe, The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
I have what I want to,
and still it’s not enough.
I long for what I don’t know.
I mourn the loss of what I’ve never had.
I am nostalgic for places I’ve never been.
I want to own what I don’t own.
I want to be what I am not.
I have what I want to,
and still I want so much more.
It’s not the objects, but the verbs:
mad to live, desirious of everything.
mmmh, dónde he escuchado esto? fantasmas desconocidos nos persiguen, y luego tenemos el descaro de no reconocerlos, esta sensación de estar incompleto es realmente abrumadora. Deseamos justo lo que no tenemos y olvidamos, por reacción inmediata, loq ue sí, cierto?
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing, but burn burn burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars”. – Jack K, *On the Road*
Hit the road, Jack! ;)
(John: for “Inheritance”, I have been rereading Marlowe… and Kerouac! My contribution will go your way soon…)
Everything is never enough. Even when I”m calm, somewhat content, I feel like I’m smoldering….
“It’s better to burn out then to fade away…”
Funny, ’cause I’ve been looking at Camus as well recently…
“Even when I”m calm, somewhat content, I feel like I’m smoldering….” Ginger, it’s called metabolism (you can smack me upside my head any time now, I just can’t help myself …)
No it’s actually ADHD!!!! LMAO…..Or indigestion…
It’s okay…reading back…it just sounds so silly.