The irony is that..

Usually, when you have a very active profile on social media, you're either paying someone to do it for you, or you don't really hang out that much with people on the offline (also known as 'real') world. So, social media, huh?

"Keats and Yeats are on your side..."

"but you lose 'cause weird lover Wilde is on mine."

"Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see Life as a whole: by which, and by which alone, we can understand others in their real as in their ideal relations. Only what is fine, and finely conceived, can feed Love. But anything will feed Hate. There was not a glass of champagne you drank, not a rich dish you ate of in all those years, that did not feed your Hate and make it fat. So to gratify it, you gambled with my life, as you gambled with my money, carelessly, recklessly, indifferent to the consequence. If you lost, the loss would not, you fancied, be yours. If you won, yours, you knew, would be the exultation, and the advantages of victory."

Lyrics from Morrissey's "Cemetry Gates" followed by an excerpt from De Profundis, written by Oscar Wilde.

Will you join me in a game of chess?

So today I went to see Persona for the second time (yes, I'm in one of those on repeat moods). If Bergman's movies are not what you'd call 'easily digestible', one with such a title as Persona should have you doubly pre-warned.

Anyone who has surprised himself in a state he found irrecognizable, will find this movie disturbing. Others, like a couple I passed by as I was getting out of the movie theatre, will say they need a cup of coffee - yes, Bergman tends to be boring when he goes on talking about the essence of being human, and the basis for personality, and the supposed unity of the self that is really no more than a shattered mask... These Swedish directors should really throw in some spectacular special effects to distract us from all that existential crap.

Anyway, if personality is a narrative we construct in order to make sense of ourselves and to appear coherent to others, what happens when we get writer's block?



PS: I've never learned to play chess. And I'm not sure I would, even if my life depended on it.

Remember to forget

Luckily, human memory is not an absolute - this way I can still enjoy watching Memento for the third or fourth time now (just can't remember)...

To be honest

I've got to say that to embrace the truth is to embrace our very own human nature.

Damaged goods

One more rarely than not warm night, a couple of weeks ago, I was standing (and pushing back) in the middle of a crowd singing along to the Pixies' song "Where is my mind" (for those who need facts more than figures of speech, I was at Primavera Sound, in Barcelona, watching a Pixies concert).

But that's not the truth exactly. It's not the location of my mind that worries me. It's something else I seem to have lost. So I ask: "where is my libido"?

If found, please return it by sending an e-mail to melomanias@gmail.com and letting me know of it's whereabouts.

"The Professor and la Fille Danse"

When I'm able to see beyond the pain that curtains my thoughts, I finally grasp the really important things in what you have taught me. It's not fair that we can't be together, but life's motif is not about fairness.

"What makes the animal run, run away?"

I don't know.

In relationships these days

you're either fucking or being fucked.*




*Don't get me wrong: I mean generally, usually, in a statistically significant way... Because there are exceptions, of course. Of course.