To become nothing but a grin. To become an army of grins, to form accurate geometrical patterns in grin air on face, grinning, to stretch your face in a way it satisfies those who grin back at you and expect you to be grinning the same, the same, so that we would not be any different but the same in mutual understanding, and there would not be fear nor doubt, but all grinning the same exact similarity of smiling in which we can sigh in relief between our teeth of not needing to do anything more. Because there is not anything more as long as my face will do and it will do as I wish it to match the everlasting grin.
my work
Landscape 2001
Glaring body, origin of, pulled out of something beautiful. Out of that glaring body and it is still shining its light like a lamppost on a dark street.
His naivety became to signify fear, to mean good at heart or young inexperienced mind, trusting or having lived with only one perspective to a view.
Her naivety became to signify fear, to mean good at heart, which is more easy to say, that it was she who is naive, still. Unchanged as she remains, trusting, believing, faithful and true. That is what naive means, in a way. You do not change when you don’t have to or because you are afraid and believe truths of others instead of your own. When you are afraid the truth of your own, afraid because it may end up hurting you, because it is not the truth of the most of the world. Or maybe it is but they are afraid of it too.
2001
What kind of traveling is worth while? Is that the right question? How to travel and where to go?
This is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey, this is a journey. When this is not a journey, journey a cliché, I am not moving much but I am making progress. The desire has left me to physically travel. Do we look for an end or a new beginning on our way and how to make progress? Do we choose a new way or the same way over and over? When I repeat this small many times used sentence this is a journey I get a grasp of what this voyage we are trying to do is. We need to have a destination and repetition, a pattern to repeat, we need to know how to get there where we are going, what is there, that there is something for us. That we are safe. We are not doing our journeys for nothing. It is about moving, making something worth while, having been somewhere and returned. If we don’t move we are stuck is the contemporary ideology.
https://ceasefiremagazine.co.uk/alain-badiou-badiou-deleuze/ ”Badiou cannot deal adequately with forms of life in either ‘coded’ or ‘overcoded’ social groups. Worse still, he is unable to pass beyond the capitalist way of arranging social life. A post-Evental world is necessarily restored as axiomatic – which is to say, as a variant of the capitalist way of organising social life.”
The burning Sheets(pink). Naivety of a dream catcher on a concrete balcony with glass shades on the first floor. Disliked the kitsch and the thought of a b-horror movie in YouTube in ten parts.
pleasing stuffing, filled but not full, exhausted, drained, sucked, emptied, done. Wanting to fill it because of lack of content and the feeling of fulfillment all the time that is compulsory. Drank in between the birches in cool calm despite the sign of a mall in bright red behind there and the dirty double trailer truck on the side of the road towards a pulp factory which has been closed for some time. It is dark. Drinking in the dark the blue, yellow and red, drinking a wish and the thought of full, drinking the landscape, drinking the melancholy and the night, drinking the time, drinking the passing cars, drinking the dirty snow, drinking the shoes, drinking the hands. Not who drank but why. The problem is what you are. That is why.
All the things you can do by the pool
meet a naked vibrating man
to be an inconsiderable prick and float
take part in an orgy
routine penetration
make love, moan
hold your feet in the water, move your feet
have a drink, have another drink
have a tan, put sun lotion on
jump in the water, splash the water
smoke a cigarette and watch the sun
lie on a towel and watch the sky
watch swimmers
watch people have sex in the night
make a movie with your phone, dance holding your phone
To know the world through unheld desire
It is to forget wisdom and finding it. Yes, there are mistakes, the unthinkable. There is mess, the intolerable. There are undesirable things that appear to you and you won’t like them. They drive you nervously out of balance. Things that are found under that shouldn’t be there, something should be solved, but not the things that can be forgotten or leave unsorted or get over with the easy stuff first. There isn’t a time without something to be solved, mostly it is you, it is always you. One thing is the cover suit that protects you from infection, it is for your own good and courtesy to other people. They will know your task. It is to avoid from getting dirty, from harm, from others, from touching, from contact, that fear that suspicion, skin and cells, hair and smell. To be protected from contact, wear a mask not to be seen, not to inhale the unseen, unpreventable still, unpredictable deadly disease that spreads via secretion and breath. Afraid of the deadly virus and there is no cure. It is precaution, it is to be sure in isolation. Desire in the world of neurosis gets shrunk. It is death. All is covered by death. The want and the need to live, smell of death and you have to breathe it in order to solve it, to have the wisdom to know the world, to have time to know the world. To pass on wisdom of the world, to keep on living, to reflect the world outside of me, world which affects me, shapes me and is me, is in me. To fall apart inside a suit that I put on to protect me.
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