.. just a sketch...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
detournement junkyard
One morning I woke up in a park somewhere in Barcelona and went jogging and stretching myself to get warm, and then I saw this man playing a flute. He wasn't trying to get any attention; actually he was just practising some scales. But the brass of his instrument shone in the exact same gold as the autumn leaves all aroud, gilded by the rising sun. I was just drifting back then, guided by whims of fate, on a sea of events that sometimes broke into storms full of danger. For a long time after that encounter however I felt I was as safe as I ever could be, sailing the berries he had
played.Since I hit the ground, stopped roaming and since I've worn a ring round my left ringfinger I've been doing a lot of cleaning. Literally it means I've tried to make my room comfortable by throwing out all useless junk - including my suitcase. Symbolically it means I try to stay clean of all that other junk, drugs - as represented by the mushroom.
All of this is necessary for me to resist the temptation to follow that flock of ever-moving-birds. I'll keep the curtains closed, and if a rat should enter to whisper of the pleasures outside, I'll claw him 'til he's quiet. This shall be the year of the unseen and unheard rat, meow!
I'll keep the candle burning for the sake of constancy and curl myself up to a ball in the warmth that I've found inside, on the lap of my beloved.
Erect-O-Shock therapy
Spreading the seed of honest beauty on the facade of the spectacle;
- a moisturizing treatment for the overly sensitive cultural skin and inflammated taboos -
There was recently a hussle in Finland about the police seizing some artworks of an artist, Ulla Karttunen, because they included "child porn" material. The artworks were very critical toward the subject, they included only pictures that anybody could dig up from the internet free of charge, and seemingly their sole purpose was on raising the topic to discussion - in a calm manner, not shouting.
The reaction of the society was a saddeningly predictable one; any attempt to try and openly communicate a forbidden subject will be silenced by the power of the taboo itself, leading to an endless circle and thus only making the silence grow louder.
The case of Karttunen reminds me of what happened to the reputation of good old mr. Peter Wilson (Hakim Bey), after his poetry was published in a magazine run by an "ethically suspicious" group, NAMBLA. It's still difficult to discuss any of his marvelous ideas - even with the brighter and more intellectual anarchists - without repeatedly having to answer to accusations like: "But isn't he a paedophile?!" Hakim Bey has always been a great down-bringer of taboos - for he realises the dangers that they hold. Therefore it is no wonder that his systematical and ruthless work has brought him this reputation. What dangers is he talking about then? And like always, we should also ask who profits from all this. Who's gaining from such taboos that make us deaf and dumb on the real problems?
Firstly such overly inflammated taboos are easily the main reason for the very symptoms they try to hide. I mean where does the power of most fetishes come from, if not from the very fact that they are the things we do not want to admit in daylight ; the filth we keep away from our made-up-faces, the power-plays we don't accept between us in the name of equality... If the sexuality of the underaged wasn't so shrouded in mystery, it would certainly not attract so many people either. And if the people who are drawn to it could find satisfaction for their curiousity in a safe way, maybe they wouldn't need to go and trade candy for a glimpse of it? So the taboo serves it's own cause, like the symptoms (cough) can serve the illness (flu) - to spread. And vice versa.
Secondly these taboos work as a means of powerful propaganda to maintain the powers-that-be - just like the idea of terrorism is used to give the police more and more rights. To quote Hakim Bey: "in the masturbation of a child it (= amour fou; the mad love) finds concealed the image of the crumbling of the State". Should we learn to see with open eyes and without hysteria the natural beauty of a human being ripening and coming to a sexually active age, we might have one less reason to give the power from our own hands to an outside force - such as the police, such as the state.
And to take it into a personal level... Does it make me a rapist if I admit that I find the idea of overpowering a helpless woman sexually fascinating? Or should we consider my actions (my not-doing-so) as well? Some might even thank me for my sincerity, and see the positive results; the self control i've got is only due to my conscious ability to process this feeling. I would never imagine raping anyone in reality. But the situation might be totally different if my mind had been so blocked by all hush-hush-ing in my youth - that I couldn't even think about the whole matter. Instead of fantasizing, safely playing with the theme and discussing it with like-minded people I might flip out some day, and commit crimes that I couldn't even remember having done when I regained consciousness.
- a moisturizing treatment for the overly sensitive cultural skin and inflammated taboos -
There was recently a hussle in Finland about the police seizing some artworks of an artist, Ulla Karttunen, because they included "child porn" material. The artworks were very critical toward the subject, they included only pictures that anybody could dig up from the internet free of charge, and seemingly their sole purpose was on raising the topic to discussion - in a calm manner, not shouting.
The reaction of the society was a saddeningly predictable one; any attempt to try and openly communicate a forbidden subject will be silenced by the power of the taboo itself, leading to an endless circle and thus only making the silence grow louder.
The case of Karttunen reminds me of what happened to the reputation of good old mr. Peter Wilson (Hakim Bey), after his poetry was published in a magazine run by an "ethically suspicious" group, NAMBLA. It's still difficult to discuss any of his marvelous ideas - even with the brighter and more intellectual anarchists - without repeatedly having to answer to accusations like: "But isn't he a paedophile?!" Hakim Bey has always been a great down-bringer of taboos - for he realises the dangers that they hold. Therefore it is no wonder that his systematical and ruthless work has brought him this reputation. What dangers is he talking about then? And like always, we should also ask who profits from all this. Who's gaining from such taboos that make us deaf and dumb on the real problems?
Firstly such overly inflammated taboos are easily the main reason for the very symptoms they try to hide. I mean where does the power of most fetishes come from, if not from the very fact that they are the things we do not want to admit in daylight ; the filth we keep away from our made-up-faces, the power-plays we don't accept between us in the name of equality... If the sexuality of the underaged wasn't so shrouded in mystery, it would certainly not attract so many people either. And if the people who are drawn to it could find satisfaction for their curiousity in a safe way, maybe they wouldn't need to go and trade candy for a glimpse of it? So the taboo serves it's own cause, like the symptoms (cough) can serve the illness (flu) - to spread. And vice versa.
Secondly these taboos work as a means of powerful propaganda to maintain the powers-that-be - just like the idea of terrorism is used to give the police more and more rights. To quote Hakim Bey: "in the masturbation of a child it (= amour fou; the mad love) finds concealed the image of the crumbling of the State". Should we learn to see with open eyes and without hysteria the natural beauty of a human being ripening and coming to a sexually active age, we might have one less reason to give the power from our own hands to an outside force - such as the police, such as the state.
And to take it into a personal level... Does it make me a rapist if I admit that I find the idea of overpowering a helpless woman sexually fascinating? Or should we consider my actions (my not-doing-so) as well? Some might even thank me for my sincerity, and see the positive results; the self control i've got is only due to my conscious ability to process this feeling. I would never imagine raping anyone in reality. But the situation might be totally different if my mind had been so blocked by all hush-hush-ing in my youth - that I couldn't even think about the whole matter. Instead of fantasizing, safely playing with the theme and discussing it with like-minded people I might flip out some day, and commit crimes that I couldn't even remember having done when I regained consciousness.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
lately i have been...
...too unpatient to write anything lengthy on my own, but more active than ever participating in different methods of collective creation. therefore add me to your messenger if you really care to know how i'm doing these days: akademgorod@hotmail.com
...trying to find a job - but without much success, let alone real motivation.
...happy to have rediscovered that living without any money is not that difficult in finland either. at least not if you happen to know extremely way too kind people - like i do. no, i haven't forgotten the debts i've got, and the payback day will come. just wait, please.
...joining together with other agents of Chaos to threaten the status quo.
...getting my system clean(er) of drugs.
...staying up late, sleeping all days.
...speaking straight, trying to stop lying, telling half-truths or crap. systematically. and possibly hurt some people doing so. i'm sorry?
...slowly realizing an old dream of forming a band, re-evoking the joys of music making.
...better. those who deserve to be thanked for that surely know who you are.
...playing a lot with eliot. it's funny how important friend a dog can become.
...seriously thinking about the positive and negative traits i've got, considering that i'll be a father some day. and trying to learn ways to let my aggressions out without scaring the people around.
...puzzled to have understood that many of my old friends are going to have children. gladly shocked to see the pages of history turn. i hope the next generation won't fuck up as bad as we've done so far.
...wondering how Teemu is doing down there. and feeling guilty for having found what i was looking for before he did?
...becoming able to separate the poems from the prose, the fiction from the applications to get a job and the real friends from the imaginary enemies.
...feeling sorry for not visiting my mother often enough, although she lives in the same city now, and must be terribly lonely at times. after all she's definately the best mom there is!
...drinking too much coffee.
...gaining back the kilos i managed to lose on the voyage.
...genuinely proud of the accomplishments of my friends, and less jealous than i used to be. still haven't learned to show them how much i appreciate their work, though.
...having some pretty damn magnificiently good sex, and falling in love with Suvi again.
...smiling and crying a lot more than before. laughing less.
...trying to find a job - but without much success, let alone real motivation.
...happy to have rediscovered that living without any money is not that difficult in finland either. at least not if you happen to know extremely way too kind people - like i do. no, i haven't forgotten the debts i've got, and the payback day will come. just wait, please.
...joining together with other agents of Chaos to threaten the status quo.
...getting my system clean(er) of drugs.
...staying up late, sleeping all days.
...speaking straight, trying to stop lying, telling half-truths or crap. systematically. and possibly hurt some people doing so. i'm sorry?
...slowly realizing an old dream of forming a band, re-evoking the joys of music making.
...better. those who deserve to be thanked for that surely know who you are.
...playing a lot with eliot. it's funny how important friend a dog can become.
...seriously thinking about the positive and negative traits i've got, considering that i'll be a father some day. and trying to learn ways to let my aggressions out without scaring the people around.
...puzzled to have understood that many of my old friends are going to have children. gladly shocked to see the pages of history turn. i hope the next generation won't fuck up as bad as we've done so far.
...wondering how Teemu is doing down there. and feeling guilty for having found what i was looking for before he did?
...becoming able to separate the poems from the prose, the fiction from the applications to get a job and the real friends from the imaginary enemies.
...feeling sorry for not visiting my mother often enough, although she lives in the same city now, and must be terribly lonely at times. after all she's definately the best mom there is!
...drinking too much coffee.
...gaining back the kilos i managed to lose on the voyage.
...genuinely proud of the accomplishments of my friends, and less jealous than i used to be. still haven't learned to show them how much i appreciate their work, though.
...having some pretty damn magnificiently good sex, and falling in love with Suvi again.
...smiling and crying a lot more than before. laughing less.
Friday, February 01, 2008
malagan pika-kuulumiset
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[19:22] paivaa :)
[19:23] malagassa vielakin, samassa squatissa asun
[19:26] vakiluku on tallahetkella abuut kymmenen, kolme jenkkia, norjalainen, ruottalainen, tsekki, puolalainen ja paikallinen
[19:27] hauskaa porukkaa, kiva kommuuni tullut tuosta paikasta
[19:28] ah, asuin maa viikon verran palatsissa tommosessa hienopersehuudissa :D kaverit oli asunu siina kolme kuukautta, ja viikko sen jalkeen kun ma tulin sinne, kytat tuli potkimaan meidat pois :D
[19:30] oo, no rune asuu viela siela, yks ruottalainen skeittarirasta, hullu polakki, nuori tsekkilainen jaba joka innostu taiteilusta aika paljon, lounge nayttaa nyt aika erilaiselta :)
[19:33] terveena oon pysyny, ja paivittaisessa kannabisdieetissakin :D
[19:35] on taalla kyl aika koleitakin paivia ollu :P
[19:37] hmm... jos totta puhutaan, paivat on alkanu vahan toistamaan itseaan, ja vahan on valit alkanu rakoilemaan talolla runen kanssa
[19:38] eh, rune koittaa kyykyttaa porukkaa, eika tee ite paljon mitaan... tanaan meinas syttya tulipalo ja se vahan karahti mulle siita, etta se ite panikoi ;P
[19:39] ei olla viela pistetty, ja nailla nakymin taloa aletaan purkamaan kahden kuukauden kuluttua
[19:40] ah, ja samaisena paivana taloon marssi pari marokkolaista varastamaan kaiken metalliromun, ei paljon haitannu kun ei tarvinnu ite hoitaa niita pois :D
[19:41] hetekoita, ammeita, astianpesukoneen... ja ne otti sen alakerran mysteeriovenkin!
[19:41] takana oli pieni varasto, talkkarin kamoja
[19:42] ei isoa kellaria niinko toivoin :P
[19:44] tulkeepa kaymaan!
[19:47] rakkautta<3
[19:47] nahdaan taas :)
[19:48] a dios!
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