Yömaja/Shelter, bambukaihdin ja muste/bambu window shade, ink, 2006

installation against the wall

#immortalwisdompompom

28.12.2009-duuneja-0871

the trigger wire for the bomb that had exploded earlier in the day a place like N

Many of the men who disappeared recited verses, sand on and under, in and all over,
They never saw them again, they never heard of them again, no need to find hidden meanings in there

Of course some knew what was happening, 

It was as if the men had vanished. blown away. it is like some people are more valuable than others. Who is to decide? Whose task it is to know?

they searched for,
had been searching for the DHM,
deep hidden meaning, to look for

fingerprints of the men with explosives
bullet-riddled body
demolished
the orchard’s walls,
the trigger wire for the bomb that had exploded earlier


here the shooting of a child is unremarkable for everyone
here brain stains on the wall is normal
decaying body, human jaw on the ground 

after America’s 13-year war in Afghanistan officially comes to an end.

http://www.rollingstone.com/feature/a-team-killings-afghanistan-special-forces#ixzz2juNTE6jx

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 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.

Blue-haired Grand petite called Salvador Nebula. I don’t know who he is.

Horses fucking on a yard, they steam. Bear bare le jardin.
I will be back as soon as I can. I can’t stand to watch.
Mischiefvous,
ambiquous and nefarious dissent that is who he is, someone
yelled on the phone, delusional

sovereignty in the cloud

Fighting giving meaning in us, for us to structure the world and make it maybe simpler, maybe better. Fights making us and making us do good and bad. To write about good and evil, it is clear to me that I stand on the side of good. Why is that so clear? Does my origin, ideas, gender, age, skin color, profession(s), art, deeds, tell how good a person I am? What deeds, characteristics tell my quality of goodness or evilness? That is what I think now, because I’m not so sure. What is good and just, it is that I have chosen to realize and do as I see fit and they serve me, my idea of good for me. Do I take rest of the world into consideration in my goodness? To choose and accomplish, it is a question of self and losing self, to not make only what your self desires, not only letting your need want you to want. Decide what is good. Tastes good, makes you feel good. Is my body that decides since I must eat, sleep and drink? It decides much for me as do my feelings. My feelings and sentiments, gut tell me which paths to follow. It tells me something about good, what might be good.

Swing, 2003, legs of a rocking chair

Feather tiger porcelain fan porcelain rabbit

A bird does not fly with one wing. True that.
Why that lady walks with only one high heel and limping like that? I guess she has lost her other shoe and she is going home to have her a new pair.
Napkins spread
from outdoor cafeteria counter. Tirelessly
under its chairs,  lively burst gusty blow
gum spots there
Some things just shine through.

Left behind/ Taakse jätetty 2012