She is

Precipitation, Finisterra, ending is a change, Drawn on to ground, poems.

| Henna Timanttimetsä
Precipitation
Finisterra, ending is a change
Drawn onto ground

Created equal! It should be grand.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

She is like that she does that, it is very human to be suspicious of her, at least now after all that history of man, of ours where woman is a merchandise. Accusation is she is like that.
She is like that she does that, with no end, a cowardice act an attempt to hide herself and let strangers to use her body, get paid for it. What do you mean ours? What is ours? What do you mean hide? What she is, there is no use in hiding, we know her what she is, what she is for , what she can do. When you sell your body you sell yourself, there is nowhere to hide.
She is like that she does that, doing the dirty work, walking the night, looking, looked at
She is like that she does that, to experience such hate, to live in fear
She is like that she does that, it may come as a shock what she had to do to survive

Without her she gets made, a kind of other, malformation of sex. She needs persona and identity of her own. What does she make of herself, of this lot? Out of these forms of hers. She must build herself.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Her reputation precedes her, irregular person, despicable.  She is what you heard, you think. What you made of her in your mind via your and other people’s speech. Isn’t she. Talk works like clay. Story of her could be continued in this way unless she would not act for her defense. Get that clay into her own hands. She needs herself to oppose, resist and defend herself. Nobody else does it. Nobody else is interested in her life. Her life what it really is, what she really is like and able to do. Her reality is not interesting to anybody but herself, she lives it, not you and makes it interesting. She makes her life even there is discouragement, contempt, laughter, ill talk, threat, there is so little faith in her that it is unbelievable and unbearable. To accept passively what goes on and on, because others accept it, it suits them and they say there is nothing one can do, for her it is not an option. That is her exceptional quality, active resistance, energy of hers.

Evaluations, descriptions, adjectives, measurements and comparisons, faults, flaws, drawbacks. Qualities we need. Qualities we have made us and what are they worth, how do qualities change. We imagine, make, consume and refine ourselves.

She is not right. Characteristics that is stated as a fact without further evidence than hearsay. Demonizing her to people who listen. Who asked about her. Without her she gets made. As if she died. Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Is this the same world we inhabit? You speak of me, but you do not confront me nor speak to me. How little respect there is, how little trust. She is what you heard as a fact. To think otherwise would be unthinkable. Thinkable pleasure, envious joy of dragging her down speaks mountains. She is not right.

She is not right. To kill is to entertain. It is to better yourself. To paint a picture of malicious woman is to draw a separating line. Pointing her out from above, from a distance, from acclaimed perfection, from accepted shameless perfection undeniable.

To know her is to say what she is. She is loud, she is noisy, she is quiet, she is broken, she is tense, she is irrational, she is shameless, she is lost, she is dead.

 

Must be imagination. The things of a thing, what a thing is. It’s a she. She is, and still she is not.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

She is beautiful she is fat she is boring she is weird she is dowdy she is stupid she is jumpy she is grumpy she is ugly she is shy she is unfashionable she is immoral she is slutty she is colorless she is old she is distant she is opinionated she is straightforward she is stubborn she is impossible she is intolerable she is unapproachable she is presentable she is nice she is cute she is arrogant she is scary she is messy she is crazy she is frizzy she is fuzzy she is edgy she is angry she is hostile she is fragile she is lame she is eatable she is fuckable she is bitchy she is nerdy she is in the way she is the way she is not found she is unknown she is hidden she is a burden she is childish she is cranky she is whiny she is evil she is jealous she is treacherous she is intelligent she is bright she is moody she is talented she is alone she is a monster

The kind of thing anyone can crush.

http://www.motherjones.com/media/2014/10/corporate-crisis-manager-interview-eric-dezenhall-glass-jaw
Mother Jones: “Glass jaw” is a boxing metaphor for the big, tough-looking guy who can’t take a punch. What are some examples of this in your profession?

Big Bang Chills

| Henna Timanttimetsä

She is quite a girl. You should see her take her clothes off.

Who is responsible for what you do? What kinds of things you feel responsible for?

| Henna Timanttimetsä

She didn’t say hello to me. I have a responsibility to tell this forward just to let you know what she is like. She did something wrong which I wondered and thought was inappropriate and shameful, I feel responsible to tell this forward and let you know what she is like. Just that you know and be appalled by her. She is like that. I want to tell you she is odd. I want to tell you she does strange things that I would not do and I feel ashamed. She sounded drunk when she phoned, I wanted to tell you this just to let you know what she is like. She went to see a psychotherapist to talk about her issues, it makes me feel ashamed. To talk about your life to a stranger like that.