Nobody will destroy our culture? Can you say it in Finnish? I do hope it is true, I just don’t know exactly what it means as our culture is Western, it is also Scandinavian, European, Christianity-based and Finnish and I am writing this in English.

Finland has, as do other countries have, a diverse culture of its own, which is unique, and to protect our country, we are in the process of figuring out what must be protected and how. We are under constant threat is the atmosphere, independence being one, language and nature do get too easily ruined and lost. We have been losing some of our uniqueness in the process of consumerism and globalism having taken place and gaining power and we do not respect our knowhow and abilities as much as we should. Indifference is one factor, monoculture of media being one, all wanting the same success and material goods? It is a baffling process when work is being shifted abroad, goods flow here from abroad usually from China and it is expensive to produce anything in Finland. Imitation seems to be the easiest and quickest way to make money. That is the current culture we like. Question is how do we compete and what do we have to lose other than the things mentioned above? We can lose the welfare state, if we are not careful and cannot employ people in this country and pay taxes. Lose our culture meaning the Western culture as a whole by invasion of Muslims? It is not dystopia of the future but happening all the time. Many think we have freedom of religion, but Islam is not for freedom and does not respect our beliefs and customs. We are under threat as a society is on the news, it is clear and what to do is not that obvious, but have we caused it ourselves? What can be done about the current situation which is getting out of hand? What does destruction of a culture look like and how naivety is helping in this destruction? How our Western culture is being destroyed? We have helped those in need haven’t we? It should be enough for evidence of our goodness and will to do good.

We are pretty good at it ourselves, but maybe we do not recognise it, our culture crash from within. One or many culture crashes coming from outside, drama at the moment is dense and drama of the moment means Muslims immigrating at large numbers to countries where there is Christian majority population and customs and freedom. Freedom to criticise, speak, think, dress, work, study and live, freedom also to have faith without it bothering anyone and freedom to not have religion, which Muslims do not have. Muslim immigration which has become visible via crime and welfare costs is a big worry and topic of which the left is peculiarly quiet about. Rioting in Sweden Malmö is not new as Sweden has been generous by taking in people from all over who need help. Large antipathy movement in Finland against immigration especially from the Muslim countries has been strong several years and polarisation happens fast. Worry is acute and true since such riots have not been part of Scandinavian cultures before the large scale immigration during recent decades. Emerging unrest which arises when someone burns the Quran, so unexpectedly ( would not happen in the case of burning the Bible), so what should we be thinking about Muslims, the continuous immigration and refugee crisis, since it hits Scandinavia just the way sceptics and critics have been warning many years, unexpected and unfortunate?

Camps are clear. Muslims are defended largely and loudly by the left and opposition is the right, some like to say far-right, very roughly put. Are you telling me that Islam is on the left? Critique is obviously only offensive and harmful. This is the dichotomy, constant argument and very much the conversation online in social media. I myself am against the unstoppable flow of immigrants and refugees who burden the welfare system of our country without enriching or contributing to our country, but doing the opposite. Thanks to Sweden and its aid, immigrants are burning suburbs or was it Danish who burned the Quran? Muslims sure know how to react…It speaks volumes, as do unemployment rates and no-go-zones. Secular countries as Scandinavian ones strangely respect Islam very highly and criticising Islam is not so tolerated by the left camp, which is comical, one must laugh out loud. What is going on in the left? I do not know what to think about this lot, proletariat? Maybe minarets are what is wanted in Finnish suburbs too. Alarmingly English speaking employees, who do not speak Finnish, serve us in cafeterias and bars. It is not our official language and to my mind all are required to learn our language who live and work in Finland. I hope immigrants learn other things than riding a bike. Respect must be mutual. We work hard and I hope you do too. Burning cars is not helpful. It is a bad message and ungrateful as fuck.

Language

Language

Language of repeating clichés
Language of beauty
Language of aesthetics
Language of banality
Language of architecture
Language of concrete
Language of living
Language of taking the bus
Language of loving
Language of walking
Language of getting home
Language of aggression
Language of stigma
Language of sleeping
Language of violence
Language of hitting
Language of doing the dishes
Language of forgetting them
Language of dating
Language of passing out
Language of dressing up
Language of being alive
Language of eating
Language of thinking
Language of solitude
Language of looking
Language of having sex
Language of celibacy
Language of an old man
Language of existing
Language of a riot
Language of revolution

Language of turquoise

Excavator on a star looks lonely and abandoned. A horse called Flight was difficult to handle. The animal was sizeable and white. Only one who it let ride was a girl and I thought she was the bravest person I had ever met. I use to like to watch them work together in perfect harmony. The abused and hurt horse, beautiful and enraged, and the only one who could touch its white. How are we the same? What is the same? Why do you seek similarity? Why do you want to be safe with people like yourself?

Puta Madre conceptual garden sub specie Aeternitatis, where every deed happens: truth is a bitch.  Say the truth and you will be smacked around. Out-of-place, naturally dislocated.

Nymphaea looked for her earring on living room floor carpet. She said she has bad eyes. Great Horned Owl in her, in her bra was tightly pressured against her skin. Wanted to study her pressure marks, sunken bloodless steps on her, leaps of red. I thought it must have hurt to wear such bra. To wear underwear she did shaping her form. She always had a nightgown for me with a cartoon figure. I loved her furniture. She hung her jewelry on corners of her dressing table with oval shaped mirror. Smelling her bottles, her sheets, her plastic pearls, her things, her and valuables, details, piled magazines in her closet. Hers, language of her. I looked for it through her hanging clothes sitting on the floor. I poured everything that was in the box on the floor. Language of clichés,
language of beauty
language of trauma
language of banality
language of architecture
language of aggression
language of being a child
language of being alive
language of acting out
language of close
language of an old woman
language of dust
language of turquoise.