And of these shall I speak to those eager, That quality of wisdom that all the wise wish And call creative qualities And good creation of the mind The all-powerful truth Truly and that more & better ways are discovered Towards perfection --Zarathustra.

Thursday, May 3, 2018

alan turing's children

« Childhood is the wonderful time for children. The right
education for children is important to form character the
children. A whole life of normal children usually for having
fun. It was different with Alan Turing's children. Alan
Turing's experience is the background of this story. Freud
states that childhood experiences are the greatest importance for
subsequent personality development (M. Asch, 2004: 25). There
are some childhood experiences which Alan ever felt in the
pastime, such as became an object of bullied, parent
disconnecting and violence. »


« The writer suggests for the next researcher that next researchers
who conduct the similar research, are expected to use this study
as a basis or additional reference with the development of
problems from different perspective. Furthermore, the readers
can take many moral messages from this study. »

Thursday, April 26, 2018

storm lied - The Doors (1971) vs Dietrich Eckart (1919-23)

Riders on the storm
Germany, awaken! Awaken!
Woe to the people that is still dreaming today!
Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm!

Ring the bells from tower to tower!
Blustering the dragon smashes it to pieces!
Under the thunder of liberating vengeance!
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Riders on the storm
Take him by the hand
Into this house we're born
Riders on the storm

Girl you gotta love your man
Bloody red the sky stands in flames,
Into this world we're thrown
The air shall clang and cannonade,
Our life will never end
Like a dog without a bone
Call the storm, now or never!
Judas appears to win the Reich!
Greed for gold in the hideous bed!

The world on you depends
Let your children play
With only burning, torture and murder around,
An actor out on loan
Ring the men, the old and the young,
Ring the dead out of their grave!
Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm!
Folly and lie has broken its chain,
Make him understand
Blow for blow on the chapel they crash!

The serpent is let loose, the wyrm of hell!
An actor out on loan
Ring the bells from tower to tower!
Ring the girls down the stairs,
Germany, awaken! Awaken!
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
Gruesomely the gables crash together,

Girl you gotta love your man
Take a long holiday
Ring until the ropes turn red from blood,
Riders on the storm
Killer on the road
Ring until sparks begin to fly,

Ring the mothers away from the cradles!
Riders on the storm
Sweet family will die
If you give this man a ride
Ring the bells from tower to tower!
Rushing forth in the thunder of vengeance!
Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm! Storm!

Riders on the storm
Germany, awaken! Awaken!
Gotta love your man
Into this house we're born
Riders on the storm
Like a dog without a bone
Ring the storm until the earth rises,
Into this world we're thrown
Riders on the storm
Ring the sleepers out of their parlours,

Monday, March 12, 2018

Just because you're "Paranoid" (Black Sabbath 1970 vs William Burroughs [1949] 1985)

Can you help me occupy my brain? Finished with my woman 'cause
she couldn't help me with my mind

I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
ignorance of the whole concept of manners, and on the proposition
that for social purposes, all The boy was blond, his face thin
and sharp with a few freckles, always a little pink around the

people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time Lee
turned his attention to a Jewish boy named Carl Steinberg, whom
he had known casually for ears and nose as though he had just
washed. Lee had never known anyone to look as clean as

Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify I
can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind

Oh yeah shook hands with traces of a heel-click. In general, Lee
found European youths easier to talk to Happiness I cannot feel
and love to me is so unreal people are more or less equal and
interchangeable. about a year. The first time he saw Carl, Lee
thought, "I could use that, if the family jewels weren't All day
long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy And so as you
hear these words telling you now of my state Carl. With his small
round brown eyes and fuzzy blond hair, he reminded Lee of a young

I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late than
Americans. The rudeness of many Americans depressed him, a
rudeness based on a solid Born in Munich, Carl had grown up in
Baltimore. In manner and outlook he seemed European. He in pawn
to Uncle Junk." Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh
and I will cry

Friday, January 19, 2018

Una vita tranquilla (2010) vs color of pomegranates (1969)

Soundtrack and inspiration:


Antonio de Martino is living as Rosario Russo with his wife Renate and
their young son Mathias in an idyllic place near Wiesbaden running a
hotel and restaurant. He is wanted back in his own country and too many
people have him marked to kill. For fifteen years, he is living as a
respected member of the town and a versatile cook. One day in his
little hotel, his first son Diego with his friend Edoardo comes to stay
for a couple of days. They are planning to assassinate a manager of a
waste incineration plant. What seemed peaceful with consistent pacing
now turns into chaos. He murders and disposes of Diego's friend after
he claims to know Rosarios identity. Diego reveals his father's
identity to his backers. Getting doubts he tries to save his father's
life but while trying to flee he is killed by Italian gang members.
Antonio leaves his wife and young son for their safety and is again on
the run; looking back impassively Antonio boards a bus.

This film does not attempt to tell the life story of a poet. Rather,
the filmmaker has tried to recreate the poet's inner world through the
trepidations of his soul, his passion and torments, widely utilizing the
symbolism and allegories specific to the tradition of Medieval Armenian
poet troubadours.

I am the man whose life and soul are torture. I am the man whose life
and soul are torture. I am the man whose life and soul are torture. I
am the man whose life and soul are torture.

Poet's childhood

In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. On the sixth day, God
said... "Now We shall create man... according to Our image and
likeness." And God created man according to his image. According to
His image God created him. And the Lord God created man from the dust
of the earth... and blew into him the breath of life, and Man became a
living soul. And God took the man he created... And made him live in
the Garden of Eden... so that Man would till the earth... and tend the
Garden. And the Lord instructed him and said... Many have come ahead
of me, and vaguely known this amazing world, they have extinguished and
expired ahead of me. Books must be well kept and read, for books are
Soul and Life. Without books, the world would have witnessed nothing
but ignorance. You should read aloud for the people to hear, in benefit
of their souls... since many are unable to read what is written. From
the colors and aromas of this world, my childhood made a poet's lyre and
offered it to me. Saint George, we implore you, let your good fortune,
your kind thoughts... spread over our family, on our people, along with
your white horse... be a stronghold for our people, give prosperity to
this family. Give them good thoughts and prosperity.

Poet's youth

We were searching for ourselves in each other. The river has overflown
its banks.

Poet at the court

A prayer before hunting. We were searching for a place of refuge for
our love, but instead, the road led us to the land of the dead. You
abandoned us and went away, but we the living wrapped you... in a
cocoon, so in your new world you would burst out like a butterfly. How
am I to protect my wax built castles of love... from the devouring heat
of your fires? You are fire. Your dress is fire... You are fire. Your
dress is fire... You are fire. Your dress is fire... You are fire.
Your dress is fire... You are fire. Your dress is black... Which of
these two fires can I endure? I am a nightingale trapped in a foreign
land, and you are my golden cage.

Poet leaves for the monastery.

The wedding merriment, the sadness, the festive singing are all here.
And they shall never leave this place, if we respect the path of spirit.
What is your name? What is your name? Aroutin. Beautiful one, come
quickly, quickly come, or beautiful one, Come on, beautiful one, come
you, beautiful one... Kotcha... Hey, Kotcha... Godfather! What is
your ward's name? Aroutin. Aroutin... Matakh (an offering) We have
slain the sacrificial lamb, boiled the meat... and distributed it in
seven plates. Come hither, come... Come hither, come...

Catholicos' death

Brothers of mine in soul and blood, Heaven has sent upon us to this
world, grief... grief... grief... Brothers of mine in soul and blood,
grief, inconsolable grief has been sent to us from Heaven today. On
this night of revelations at Etchmiadzin, died our Saint Father Lazarus,
Catholicos of all Armenians... Brothers of mine in soul and blood,
Heaven has sent upon us to this world, grief... grief... grief...
Brothers of mine in soul and blood, grief has been sent to us from
Heaven, grief... grief... grief... Brothers of mine in soul and
blood, grief... grief... grief... Grief is sent to us from heaven
today at Etchmiadzin; During this night of the revelation of Saint
Sarkis, our Holy Father Lazarus, Catholicos of all Armenians, has died.
"God, our Savior... like an everlasting flower unsoiled... give your
good word for us... and bless the good immaculate ones. Blessed be our
Lord Jesus Christ. "Our Father, who art in Heaven... Poet's dream (He
returns to his childhood and mourns for his parents) You are fire,
you're dressed in black... You are fire, you're dressed in black...
You are fire, you're dressed in black...

Poet's old age (Poet leaves the monastery)

I am wandering, burned and wounded, and I cannot find a shelter... As
long as I live, my life is all yours, my love... My life is all yours,
how can I help it, my love... How can I help it... Go amongst the
people and may we always hear of your triumphs, your kind deeds, and
your well-being. You are the salt of the earth. And may God of speech
be always with you. Go amongst the people. I hear calls of homecoming
and hope, but I am weary. Who has spread all this sorrow upon this old
and weary earth?

Meeting the Angel of Death (Poet buries his Love)

Poet's death

Sing! In this world... Sing! In this world... Die! A poet may die, but
not his muse. Whether I live or die, my chanting shall wake up the
crowd. And nothing may vanish from this world on the day of my final

Thursday, July 20, 2017

nil ergo optabunt homines?

si consilium uis, permittes ipsis expendere numinibus quid conueniat
nobis rebusque sit utile nostris; nam pro iucundis aptissima quaeque
dabunt di. carior est illis homo quam sibi. nos animorum inpulsu et
caeca magnaque cupidine ducti coniugium petimus partumque uxoris, at
illis notum qui pueri qualisque futura sit uxor.

ut tamen et poscas aliquid uoueasque sacellis
exta et candiduli diuina tomacula porci,

orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.

fortem posce animum mortis terrore carentem, qui spatium uitae
extremum inter munera ponat naturae, qui ferre queat quoscumque
labores, nesciat irasci, cupiat nihil et potiores Herculis aerumnas
credat saeuosque labores et uenere et cenis et pluma Sardanapalli.

monstro quod ipse tibi possis dare; semita certe tranquillae per
uirtutem patet unica uitae.

nullum numen habes, si sit prudentia: nos te,
nos facimus, Fortuna, deam caeloque locamus.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

fair and balanced

"The idea of a national government involves in it, not only an authority over the individual citizens, but an indefinite supremacy over all persons and things, so far as they are objects of lawful government. Among a people consolidated into one nation, this supremacy is completely vested in the national legislature." – James Madison, Federalist No. 39

Tuesday, May 16, 2017


In demonology, Belphegor (or Beelphegor, Hebrew: בַּעַל-פְּעוֹר‎‎
baʿal-pəʿōr - Lord of the Gap) is a demon, and one of the seven
princes of Hell, who "helps" people make discoveries. He seduces
people by suggesting to them ingenious inventions that will make them
rich. Bishop and witch-hunter Peter Binsfeld believed that Belphegor
tempts by means of laziness. Also, according to Peter Binsfeld's
Binsfeld's Classification of Demons, Belphegor is the chief demon of
the deadly sin known as Sloth in Christian tradition.

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