Month: October 2014

On the, off the, nightgown on the floor, 2008

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Dark side gets darker.

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As long as feminism is spoken and addressed by middle class only it has value of marginal jargon. Academic talk does not reach those whom it should benefit, whom feminism was made to benefit. That is the drawback of academic philosophizing and towering. Meaning of ideas and core of any worth while idea is in action. Value of feminism is how well it functions in every day, for every person and makes the grass root. How well it manifests itself there where people interact with each other. Without action feminism is dead. If people are afraid of feminists, of declaring feminism, being feminists, good question is why so. To deny feminism is to deny human rights from women. Why feminism has become ‘unfashionable’? Women who fight for their human rights are unfashionable? We better change the fashion.

Being a good sport and playing it safe do not make the wanted effect. Revolution is in action. To play it safe is what academia does. Talk is not trustworthy enough, it is not good enough. People who play it safe are not trustworthy. Universities do not risk finance, reputation, status, jobs nor continuation of academia as it is for ideological fight.

To take action for what one believes in and most of the society does not is putting all at risk. Nothing will change unless we take such risks.

Without her she gets made, a kind of other, malformation of sex. She needs persona and identity of her own. What does she make of herself, of this lot? Out of these forms of hers. She must build herself.

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Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Her reputation precedes her, irregular person, despicable.  She is what you heard, you think. What you made of her in your mind via your and other people’s speech. Isn’t she. Talk works like clay. Story of her could be continued in this way unless she would not act for her defense. Get that clay into her own hands. She needs herself to oppose, resist and defend herself. Nobody else does it. Nobody else is interested in her life. Her life what it really is, what she really is like and able to do. Her reality is not interesting to anybody but herself, she lives it, not you and makes it interesting. She makes her life even there is discouragement, contempt, laughter, ill talk, threat, there is so little faith in her that it is unbelievable and unbearable. To accept passively what goes on and on, because others accept it, it suits them and they say there is nothing one can do, for her it is not an option. That is her exceptional quality, active resistance, energy of hers.

Evaluations, descriptions, adjectives, measurements and comparisons, faults, flaws, drawbacks. Qualities we need. Qualities we have made us and what are they worth, how do qualities change. We imagine, make, consume and refine ourselves.

She is not right. Characteristics that is stated as a fact without further evidence than hearsay. Demonizing her to people who listen. Who asked about her. Without her she gets made. As if she died. Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Is this the same world we inhabit? You speak of me, but you do not confront me nor speak to me. How little respect there is, how little trust. She is what you heard as a fact. To think otherwise would be unthinkable. Thinkable pleasure, envious joy of dragging her down speaks mountains. She is not right.

She is not right. To kill is to entertain. It is to better yourself. To paint a picture of malicious woman is to draw a separating line. Pointing her out from above, from a distance, from acclaimed perfection, from accepted shameless perfection undeniable.

To know her is to say what she is. She is loud, she is noisy, she is quiet, she is broken, she is tense, she is irrational, she is shameless, she is lost, she is dead.

 

Must be imagination. The things of a thing, what a thing is. It’s a she. She is, and still she is not.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

She is beautiful she is fat she is boring she is weird she is dowdy she is stupid she is jumpy she is grumpy she is ugly she is shy she is unfashionable she is immoral she is slutty she is colorless she is old she is distant she is opinionated she is straightforward she is stubborn she is impossible she is intolerable she is unapproachable she is presentable she is nice she is cute she is arrogant she is scary she is messy she is crazy she is frizzy she is fuzzy she is edgy she is angry she is hostile she is fragile she is lame she is eatable she is fuckable she is bitchy she is nerdy she is in the way she is the way she is not found she is unknown she is hidden she is a burden she is childish she is cranky she is whiny she is evil she is jealous she is treacherous she is intelligent she is bright she is moody she is talented she is alone she is a monster

The kind of thing anyone can crush.

http://www.motherjones.com/media/2014/10/corporate-crisis-manager-interview-eric-dezenhall-glass-jaw
Mother Jones: “Glass jaw” is a boxing metaphor for the big, tough-looking guy who can’t take a punch. What are some examples of this in your profession?

Sentence, a punishment

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Out of focus, to a point. There is a visible image, but you can see structure of particles that image consists of. It is an unacceptable error in a world of HD. The more high definition we have the more we need it, because we need to see exactly into things, insides of things pictured via perfecting a two-dimensional object which is a photograph in where things are captured in a moment. With all the high definition and looking Still we live in not understanding, in unawareness, looking at a grainy image and feeling inadequate. Distinction, originality and touch of professionalism must be there to function as proof.

Lapset ja nuoret nähdään menoeränä, joiden elämää jostakin syystä hallitsee kuluttaminen.

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Strength of Poetry now

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It is as if poets have vanished. Vanished into an old world making way to ‘progress’ and ‘development’. In need of being an absolute professional poetry is in distress. In desperate need of stating total professionalism a poet is something incomprehensible (how do you make a living. Do you get paid for what you do?), because anything else than professional money-making is ridiculous. Same goes for fine artist of course, but it is obviously more rare to be a poet. It takes something else. To say I am a poet and publish my work online is a hobbyist way unless one makes money. I personally resent the idea of professionalism since my professionalism has been under suspicion always, whatever I did, whatever position I had. It is not enough, never enough. At worst it is nothing, my art is not art and there is always a consultant telling how to make things so that I would be convincing to those who need to be convinced. To be an artist, a female standing alone and do art, should be finding a role of a saleswoman, advertiser, entertainer and please. Poetry to me represents the opposite of that role. I don’t have to please in any way. That is what I am set to do. I enjoy the marginal outsider position for that reason. That is freedom. Professionalism as such is not something of a goal at all. That itself is a flawed way of seeing making art.

Strength of poetry now is to break the need for absolute professionalism, to disturb a search for stability and getting entertainment to keep politics, activism, feelings and other distresses aside and away, to absolutely jeopardize contemporary consciousness and threat the norms. To question the mindset of absolute money-making machinery, ideology of winning, the exceptional of it, smugness of it. To bring anarchy into writing in the net, to making art altogether. To question the ways of making and why make.

Even within the fine arts it is not self-evident there is interest or knowledge over poetry. It is somehow below the image, below the hype and contemporary ‘self-evident’ excellence of educated and notified skill and talent.
http://www.cprw.com/stalking-the-typical-poem
When I tell people I teach and – God help me – even write poetry, they often say, “I wish you could explain modern poetry to me. I just don’t understand most of it.”

How do the oppressed take justice?

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Is justice there to be taken? If justice is not given voluntarily, there is injustice, how does one find justice? Somebody holds it, somebody is there to judge. Are those sensible sentences, words in right order, what comes to justice? Somebody has it. It is a possession granted, a right to have and deliver. Laws made by people to govern a nation and its citizens. An interesting case is to think what is justice and who has it. What kind of justice we make, use and rule over. Questions of right and wrong, how well do we know what those two, right and wrong, are and how they differ.

Why do we accept an unjust situation and how long do we accept it? How long can we escape taking responsibility, confronting malicious rule and power elite which seems to be corrupt, when will people sacrifice their comfort for public good? To better lives of many we need to take over something that is not at the moment in our hands. Which things are those one might ask? One can be very unaware of what is going on.

Who is oppressing you? Are you oppressed? What? Why do you ask me,, or am I just asking myself. Those who are most severely oppressed do NOT read blogs, so probably my question does not reach those who experience slavery, hardships by dictators, military and authoritarian governments. Is capitalism an oppressor or is it just a tool to oppress? Could it work better than it does now or is it an ongoing disaster? We want to attack things that oppress us when we notice that we are clearly under ruthless rule of some power. We ARE under ruthless power, how do we know that in our every day consciously and when will it, ruthlessness, really begin to show in a way that the consuming mass would actually wake up and start taking measures to make change.
Questioning continues: how to have power, what kind of power do I have, what is power that can be taken from one person or from an elite. What kind of power is releasing and humanly kind?

Escaped surprise

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Green the color, yellow the color, leaves the color, color that left. Or it is there to notify, some shade of bright to make us see an enterprise, initiative of particular. Endless topic of us of what color are we, what season, what ideology do we stand for, we do stand for always for something and like. Necessity to like to feel enjoyment and standing. What color to like, what colorless question to let out and what plain answer to give, short answer, because one is entitled to answer to such question of basic personal favorite. What is your personal input in this? Could one ask why do you want to know? Such attitude is hostile, to question the question. Does the answer make one more soft, acceptable and friendly when you know person’s most liked shade, named, preferred, enjoyed the wavelength of light hitting that wall of corrugated iron.