What do you think of Critical Race Theory?

Killer, pencil on paper, acrylic on canvas, 2022

The most interesting thing is how Fine art especially accepts trends without any criticism and schools and universities teach these newly created doctrines like the word of God. Fine art thrives with trends like fashion does and doesn’t think or know any better, which makes one think how legitimate their teachings and clicks are. How effective in changing societies more just Fine art is, one can and should doubt. Making those luxury goods, are we now? Social justice is also a sellable object. You are on the right side, the side of the oppressed and that is what media loves to be too. Many artists face this reality as they are forced to think and say the right thing and if they don’t, they are silenced, removed from sight and their reputation is smeared. How just and wise that is, one must and should ask, especially the institutions that wash themselves clean with social justice. You are doing advertising, not social justice.

Heaven above, and ours Hell right here

Joensuu 2000

AFTER DORIAN LYNSKEY, HISTORY OF PROTEST SONGS, 33 REVOLUTIONS PER MINUTE 2010.

”Oh, I ain’t a Communist necessarily, but I’ve been in the red all my life.”

” Work and pray, live on hay/ You’ll get pie in the sky when you die” The Preacher and The Slave, 1911
The Red Song Book 1932 The Socialist Rebel Song Book 1934 Negro Songs of Protest 1936

Political message put into the arena of entertainment, books I can imagine in my hand, small, worn out with yellowish smelly pages, the ongoing rebellion, ongoing inspiration of coal miners, their wives, copper miners, their wives, textile workers, their husbands, inspired by Woody Guthrie, This Land Is your Land, 1944. ”I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world..that make you take pride in yourself and your work” Woody Guthrie’s mission statement which he read on the radio 1944 in his weekly show on New York’s WNEW.

This is a kind of Poem, this is a kind of scribbles, I end up seeing the same thing, a pattern, but I cannot put my finger on it

Failed to quicken the pulse, Ella May Wiggins who was shot dead during the Gastonia textile strike 1929, hero of the left. Message belonged to whoever stuck a flag on it. And increasingly the flag was red. Leftist intellectuals were in love, most of all, with the idea of a common man. Sometimes he drank, he fought, even shot his woman down. There was nothing ennobling about it. Music of rumors, dreams, ghost stories and whispers in the night.

Dust can’t kill me, beneath the cover of bad grammar, misspellings, Okie vernacular, which would come in handy in darker times.

It had not rained in four years bitter but exhilarating like biting into a lemon. To know about Confucius, did he know more about hypocrisy than he did about nature of American society.

Something fishy for robbing her off her lightness mixed with serrated glass day and night
it was when she discovered heroin in 1940s, and commenced slow dying, scourging hypocrisy

from sea to ocean from sea to shining sea aw­-shucks, ionization of a affectionately common man.

Full of bad luck and violent ends. Violent beginnings, startling start, I took these words from this book I found added them here next to my words. I gave words back to you. You do what you can with them.

What has happened before, what happens now to a worker? Is he/she called a worker anymore, the proletarian, or is it employee, staff, laborer. We have short history of couple of industrial revolutions during which many other kinds of revolutions have taken place. Couple of which have been Feminist. Suffrage ­movement, sexual revolution, inventions of contraception, women’s right to study, abortion, divorce, go to work and have a career. Women’s rights to their bodies are still under questioning, which makes me wonder why. Why female body is the main object of terror and a possession of man? We are still fighting for human rights to happen on many levels. But all in all, women’s rights have taken big steps forwards globally during couple of decades, lots is still to be done. It astonishes me how heavy the battle is.

2013 Tampere

Mars Venus Mars Venus Planet Starlight Galaxy dust Golden ass Sass.

2008

To name a prostitute in a way that she shall be most marketable and a product of fantasy giving the most pleasurable experience for money. It is an interesting way to create roleplay and turn something quite everyday into luxurious and desirable again and again, a sellable object which we in everyday seem to become more and more. To buy sex is the most notorious thing or almost, still very out of the ordinary for many to think of doing, a kind of last option when options are few or non-existent. We need to come, have an orgasm to function, to be creative and relaxed, a kind of newly born and revitalized, reborn and unloaded to be reloaded. For many sex is a need like eating. It is in us built in to be sexual and the magnitude it rules us is obviously too much to take and everywhere, so how much sex is harmful? And to who? The amount of how much sex is in our minds and in front of us is massive, how much it is talked about and constantly somehow remade like a body is cut to look attractive for sexual purposes. It is to release oneself out of the boundaries set, not to have any, but we do need to have boundaries, because without limits we are lost pretty quickly. Stepping out of the lawful and respectable to be fun-loving and youthful constantly is the fantasy. The same is real for the one who sells sex, it stops being anything other than a job? Although one has done the work of releasing oneself of ties of decency or is in the situation of no other option than to sell sex or other work is just dull. The lack of options and freedoms is what is the worrying issue. Are we being forced as it seems and we are basically valued for our looks as long as it lasts?

What is wanted of a sex worker is the service which is dangerous and hazardous, exciting and against the rules of proper behaviour and very addictive plus a life short-lived too often. It is to let all inhibitions go and become the animal and be used. Use humans for sexual pleasure only one can say asking who is the animal. Putting all out there, all being the body, what it can do and give, how far can and will you go. A warm body, touching it, a body touching another, the act and play of it, to be penetrated, which can be one idea to own someone for a moment and reasons there are few, survival being the biggest to buy and sell sex. For some sex equals living to the fullest. Then there are more ruthless ideas why. Body is the fantasy and object to use and abuse, which is not unhuman but very human behaviour. What does body represent is sex and value or worthlessness comes with it. We are sex and what these concepts sex and body do for us on mental and material levels, sex and sexuality seem to be the most interesting topics today, equalling freedom of choice, unity or separation. One can wonder is it really that interesting as identity, sexuality. Sex is an enormous taboo which taboo creates restrictions, crimes and forbidden fantasies. It is the we can’t, we must not, we should not sometimes even think about it, it’s dirty as it is. For many sex or any reference to sex is ugly and humiliating. It is pushed away as something filthy and dirty and therefore fun, which thought feeds the fantasies. Today I see less and less beauty there though. But firstly sex is to make babies and have a family, not harmless fun, which culture today promotes and celebrates: abuse it as much as you can.

When we can’t in the bedroom, we can’t much anywhere else? Women’s value fades when they lose sexual desirability, interestingly and showing naked body should always be paid for and earn with it. So what is nudity in art then? Just another turn on?

Power of sex is enormous and it is everywhere creating interest, addiction and focus. It can be called pornofication of the mind. To me it seems it is finding all possible ways to express the basic need we have and what we truly want and want to see, see inside and discard, all is on the surface, we don’t want to know you, you are your body. Strangely denial makes us yearn for the forbidden. When lots of things stay forbidden for their corruptive effect and sexuality being the biggest demon out there, we go looking for the forbidden partly because it feels freeing and fun. We are in search for the fun in an instant. Fun being banned for it is against God and against society which somehow makes strange scenes, but what is God? We become prohibited, afraid, anal, you know when you have fingers and head up your arse. Afraid of doing wrong, afraid of doing against the authority, afraid of yourself, afraid to live, afraid of who you are, afraid to go search for who you are, afraid to speak out and against the oppressors, afraid of nudity, afraid of something very normal corrupting us, afraid of sex and afraid of truth. Sex is truth? Gender is not. To think sex corrupts our minds is therefore a corrupt thought? Fear is corruptive, addiction and compulsion corrupt. Fear of breaking something which must be broken. Fear of sex is to be afraid of who we are?

Buy cinnamon, onions, tofu, apples and ingredients for chocolate cake

Daisy Cutter BLU 82B Commando Vault, impact area of a football field.
Wrote down nucleus of vocabulary like justice, God and truth and Daisy Cutter like someone next door.

Religious affiliations in God’s country
emanations of reality naturalizing sacred silent language of a bomb.
Yellow leaves in yellow trees as a mass against each other
I noticed with my side-eye
there was someone standing there next to me
fanciful impulse of hacking and digging, picturing, looking by accident
wind a vertical drum trembling leaves and horsepower for raising ore on a whim.