Strength of Poetry now

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?

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

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.

tough is sadness deleted, embraced battle of will and ability

rough rough rough rough rough rough rough rough, it’s as if dog was barking for hours with no end, no change in tone, me thinking how long will it last and what does it want. Does it belong to anybody?
Rough rough rough disgust, boredom
disturbance and irritation to get used to, to feel no pain by it, to let the disturbing angst go by letting those little things not get you. Thinking the possible sadness of a dog.

Measuring temperature with hand on one’s forehead for a minute. It tells me something. How accurate it is if my head is hot and my hand is cold.

What to do on green grass?
Roll over light optimism as expected, as taken for granted
light of optimism the night of when I am interested in the light of the truth that lying on grass brings: Truth a carefully weight bearable word to be carried
not more nor less, new grass, always new and fresh, tended similarly everywhere
word no more no less, grass, color of it does something to your mind.

 

Putting a woman to her place, a flower on palm of your hand, a flower a flower a flower a flower a flower a flower

How it happens? Women are kept in fear, in fear of losing appreciation, fear of losing dignity, of friends, of any kind of positive thing in one’s life. Kept in fear of losing ’love’. ”Because you did not do as we requested you won’t have this”. Sadism of it is disgusting. I have been wondering the teenage mentality of adults. It is easy to stay on the level of preschool cruelty and enjoy bullying, The same ’adults’ are telling those who still are in their teens how it is a bad thing to bully. ”Don’t you bully now.” Even writing about this feels stupid. Because saying it out loud is stupid and telling.
Place of a woman is inactive, isolated, undeveloped, pleasing, traditional underdog position. I am bad because I refuse that place. But I was naturally born bad deserving tough love in order to make it into what it is to be a woman in contemporary world.

Meaning of struggle

There must be a meaning, but to find a meaning and a life does not mean struggle is the only way. That it is the only thing to make us grow and understand the meaning of living, ways of doing and existing. Yes to see effort, pain and work to accomplish and have something I think is essential, it is unavoidable when making something lasting and worth while. It does not mean that via struggle and constant battle we should find our path. There are those who make it even through the toughest most difficult things imaginable. Then there are the most who maybe barely make their living, for whom every day is a fight to survive.
This is exactly the equation I do not comprehend, the amount of wealth, amount of extremely wealthy people and how much they own, how well this wealth benefits society, how wealthy nations over and over like to see that survival of the fittest is a good way to make politics, tend people’s businesses, affairs and lives. Money that there is does not benefit those who need it most and that is children. Education, health care, security, future prospects that look hazy and dim seem to be in many countries somewhat a similar kind of mess that continue to be unsolved. Yes we like hero stories and survivors, but I’d rather see much wiser heroic deeds done by politicians, people who decide how nations are run. If it is them who run countries. Those who take money from education and health care will keep this situation of struggle on going.

 

Wanna see my teeth?

 

This is my gun. I wish it was bigger. Experiment number 4.

instant bench

Society is afraid of loners, loners that it makes. They are seen as losers as we are divided into winners and losers. What is there to win depends on what we appreciate.

When you bully someone and that someone attacks you, it probably was not what you expected was it. I encourage people to learn to defend themselves. When somebody hits me, I hit back and it very possibly hurts. Still it is not to take a life as bullies want to do themselves. They are the extreme violators and in need of help.