OSIRUS187

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  • dekonstrukcja

    w sumie wiekszosc grup na lastfm to taka forma wpychania samego siebie w szufladke, jedne sa mniej estetyczne, inne bardziej. obadam jesli bedzie w pobliskiej bibliotece.

    2 Jun 12h42 Responder
  • dekonstrukcja

    co sie stalo z twoja insurekcyjna grupa? bo dobra byla.

    1 Jun 17h10 Responder
  • dekonstrukcja

    szestowa nie czytalem, a cioran to dla mnie juz zbyt wysoki level w pokurwieniu metafizycznym

    1 Jun 16h56 Responder
  • his_dudeness_

    Ta moc napełni twoje serce tym życiodajnym napojem. Ta moc potrzebna jest, by żyć autentycznym życiem wiary, życiem sakramentalnym, które odnawia się zwłaszcza w sakramencie pokuty i wyraża się przez Eucharystię. Ta moc potrzebna jest, by apostołować w swoim otoczeniu radością i nadzieją mimo wszystko, by dawać siebie innym w pracy, w rodzinie, w szkole czy na uczelni, we wspólnocie parafialnej, w środowisku i wszędzie - na miarę swoich możliwości.

    31 Mai 12h12 Responder
  • I928

    ciao ,saludos! thank you friend! :)

    31 Mai 0h52 Responder
  • GreatGhan

    To put it simply, the fully self-actualized Black man is equivalent to the Ubermensch, in that he is the meaning of the Earth, and that all his actions are geared towards the strength and preservation of the species. God is Dead in the sense of the need for a mystery saviour, and the ultimate goal is to transform the people from the 'last men,' the hedonistic mentally dumb deaf and blind to creators of their own destiny. It overlaps exceedingly well.

    28 Mar 21h05 Responder
  • NoooFun

    Ohh too bad to hear that. Well if you wanna talk to an unknown internet person I always get bored at work ;-) Have a good week!

    26 Mar 1h16 Responder
  • NoooFun

    Hi, nice taste. How are you?

    15 Mar 2h57 Responder
  • SzachLechistanu

    Na chomiku udostępniłem transfer, więc jak najbardziej możesz.

    7 Mar 14h57 Responder
  • SzachLechistanu

    Co się jeszcze tyczy Joy Division, to na moim nowym albumie będzie umieszczony cover Isolation. Wyszedł mi chyba dosyć poprawnie. Gdybyś miał ochotę, mógłbym Ci go przesłać.

    6 Mar 19h36 Responder
  • SzachLechistanu

    Co jest bardzo chłodne, Lifelover. Pewnie znasz choćby z nazwy. Depresyjny rock z elementami black metalu, choć black metal nie jest tu wszędobylski i jest obecny głównie w dsbmowych wokalach. Niemniej polecam jeszcze chłodniej :). A jakieś dobre RABM byś polecił? Bo znam Iskrę, Skagos, Panopticon, All the cold, może coś tam jeszcze. W zamian mogę coś z NSBM polecić :D.

    6 Mar 19h34 Responder
  • SzachLechistanu

    Co do Satie to jakoś nie do końca jestem przekonany. Nie, żebym go nie lubił, choćby Gnosienne no. 1 robi na mnie wielkie wrażenie, ale chyba nie jest to mój ulubiony kompozytor. Co do Chopina, to polecam Preludium 24, bardzo przygniatające, dosyć niedocenione. Dystopię chyba tylko z nazwy kojarzę, bo sludge i crust nigdy mi raczej nie podchodziły. Może to wina małej ilości odsłuchań tych gatunków, co postaram się nadrobić. Neofolk - kojarzysz Kiss the anus of black cat? Klimat może nie do końca "trwożny", ale granie całkiem dobre.

    6 Mar 19h29 Responder
  • SzachLechistanu

    O kuźwa! Trafiłeś na Martwotę na Youtubie? Muszę koniecznie wrzucić tam resztę albumów w takim razie :D (cała moja twórczość dostępna na lascie, do ściągnięcia za fri na chomikuj). Ciągnąc jeszcze temat trwogi, myślę, że dwudziestowieczna muzyka klasyczna (z tymi dodekafoniami, serializmami, sonoryzmami, czego zresztą raczej nie odróżniam od siebie) odzwierciedla często nastrój niepokoju, choćby słuchany przeze mnie właśnie Ligeti. Co do black metalu, sprawdzałeś tę "trzecią falę bm", czyli blackgaze, post-black metal i te sprawy? Niektóre zespoły są bardzo dobre, mają ciemny klimat, jednak są o wiele bardziej strawne niż ta druga fala.

    5 Mar 15h23 Responder
  • SzachLechistanu

    O i całkiem mi walło z pamięci - Diagnose: Lebensgefahr, Silencer też dobry.

    5 Mar 14h38 Responder
  • SzachLechistanu

    Trwogę, powiadasz... To zależy, jaką - czy egzystencjalną, czy bardziej "potoczną". Nie mając więc do końca pewności, rzucę parę przyzwoitych zespołów, które kojarzą mi się z tym wyrazem: Joy Division (zwł. Closer), The Sound (gł. Jeopardy i From the Lions Mouth), Aghast, Moevot, Chopin, The Cure (Pornography), Candlemass (Epicus/Nightfall), Burzum (Filosofem), Katatonia (Dance of December Souls), Snowy Red (The right to die), soundtrack do Todeskinga. Pewnie mógłbym jeszcze tu dużo, dużo wrzucić, ale nie wiem, czy choć te pozycje zaspokajają to, co rozumiesz pod pojęciem "trwogi". Pozdrawiam i polecam również moje projekty (Martwota Ostateczna, Dinoiseour Aleatorix), z których przynajmniej ten pierwszy jest pełen niepokoju i nastroju właściwego dla ciemniejszej strony egzystencji, włącznie z trwogą.

    5 Mar 14h31 Responder
  • XxLordbelialxX

    hey man i found the second album of coven here http://murodoclassicrock4.blogspot.com.br/2011/12/coven-discografia.html

    28 Fev 5h04 Responder
  • hydraulik

    Děkuji za návštěvu.Hy

    12 Fev 8h30 Responder
  • Skygazer1

    The poem demands the demise of the poet who writes it, and the birth of the poet who reads it. --Octavio Paz

    5 Fev 19h43 Responder
  • TheBenio96

    damnnnn, świetny ten numer, czekam na nowy album

    3 Fev 18h17 Responder
  • Jgoyle

    i've never heard that, or seen the movie but now i am curious.

    27 Jan 14h26 Responder
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Sobre mim


Do you know how I see the world? Like a person who is dying. It's a worm who is dying to make a butterfly. We must not stop the worm from dying, we must help the worm to die to help the butterfly to be born. We need to dance with death. This world is dying, but very well. We will make a big, big enormous butterfly. You and I will be the first movements in the wings of the butterfly because we are speaking like this . . .
...Not whether we accomplish anarchism today, tomorrow, or within ten centuries, but that we walk towards anarchism today, tomorrow, and always.



  • 17. The Way of the Creator


Would you go into solitude, my brother? would you seek the way to yourself? Then wait a moment and listen to me.

"He who seeks may easily get lost himself. All solitude is wrong": so say the herd. And long did you belong to the herd.

The voice of the herd will still echo in you. And when you say, "I no longer have a conscience in common with you," then it will be a grief and a pain.

Lo, that same conscience created that pain; and the last gleam of that conscience still glows on your affliction.

But you would go the way of your affliction, which is the way to yourself? Then show me your right and your strength to do so!

Are you a new strength and a new right? A first motion? A self-rolling wheel? Can you even compel the stars to revolve around you?

Alas! there is so much lusting for loftiness! There are so many convulsions of the ambitious! Show me that you are not a lusting and ambitious one!

Alas! there are so many great thoughts that do nothing more than the bellows: they inflate, and make emptier than ever.

Free, do you call yourself? Then I would hear your ruling thought, and not merely that you have escaped from a yoke.

Are you one of those who had the right to escape from a yoke? Many a one has cast away his last worth when he has cast away his servitude.

Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! But your fiery eyes should tell me: free for what?

Can you give yourself your own evil and good, and set up your own will as a law over you? Can you be judge for yourself, and avenger of your law?

Terrible is it to be alone with the judge and avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown into the void, and into the icy breath of solitude.

Today you still suffer from the many, you individual; today your courage and hopes are undiminished.

But one day the solitude will weary you; one day your pride will yield, and your courage quail. You will one day cry: "I am alone!"

One day you will no longer see your heights, and see too closely your depths; even your sublimity will frighten you like a phantom. You will one day cry: "All is false!"

There are feelings which seek to kill the solitary one; if they do not succeed, then they themselves must die! But are you capable of this -- to be a murderer?

Have you ever known, my brother, the word "contempt"? And the anguish of your justice in being just to those that despise you?

You force many to think differently about you; that, they charge bitterly to your account. You came near to them and yet went past: for that they never forgive you.

You go beyond them: but the higher you rise, the smaller do you appear to the eye of envy. But the flying one is hated most of all.

"How could you be just to me!" -- you must say -- "I choose your injustice as my proper lot.”

They cast injustice and filth at the solitary one: but, my brother, if you would be a star, you must shine for them none the less on that account!

And be on your guard against the good and the just! They would rather crucify those who create their own virtue -- they hate the solitary ones.

Be on your guard, also, against holy simplicity! All that is not simple is unholy to it; it likes to play with fire and burn -- at the stake.

And be on your guard, also, against the assaults of your love! Too readily does the recluse offer his hand to any one he meets.

To many you may not give a hand, but only a paw; and I want your paw to have claws.

But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you ambush yourself in caverns and forests.

You solitary one, you go the way to yourself! And your way leads you past yourself and your seven devils!

You will be a heretic to yourself, and a sorcerer and a soothsayer, and a fool, and a doubter, and a reprobate, and a villain.

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes!

You solitary one, you go the way of the creator: you will create a god for yourself out of your seven devils!

You solitary one, you go the way of the lover: you love yourself, and on that account you despise yourself, as only the lover can despise.

The lover wants to create because he despises! What does he know of love who has not despised that which he loved!

With your love and with your creating go into your solitude, my brother; only much later will justice limp after you.

With my tears, go into your solitude, my brother.



I love him who seeks to create beyond himself, and thus
perishes.



"I will go alone over the mountain,
And none shall know my way;
Because who would see my pathway to the heights
Would tear me away from that path.

I will go alone over the mountain,
My song will sound unheard among the rock,
And my complaint will be lost in the wind; -
Only the one who sings with his own heart, shall sing; -

Only the one who sorrows with his own heart, shall sorrow;
Only the one who knows with his own heart, shall see. -
It is up to me! I shall renounce the world,

And will go alone over the mountain. "





"I would be God and hear prayers
And be able to deny my protection
And burn to ruins men's hearts
And require the sacrifice of souls.
And exterminate land, world and all
And stack up rubble upon rubble.
Then could a new world rise --

And then I allow myself to pass away ... "


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