OUTSIDE OF ASA-KNOWLEDGE

Our foes market their false words against our world;

shaping the weak and poor’s filth until their death.

 

Easily led hasten the scum towards impossible possibilities,

tied as unknowing down inside hidden provenances.

 

The silliest imaginable is made into normality to grab after

in your own limitless insufficiency that surely is very sufficient,

likely it is us given full meaningless to search there for more…

 

And the utmost weakest and poorest;

the already dead; outside Asa-knowledge,

paying here with highest imaginable price

inside their unpaid thralldom;

in the filthiest controlled suicide

into the most hopeless condition.

 

The foes blame what they dragged down to their equal, then the world itself,

and when lowest are here held highest it makes the fools into seemingly rich…

 

Throw me here your empty threats and objections until tiring,

but all your fears and your death are now not any real concern.

 

 

May it all be owned us mutually to be repulsed by our foes junk-culture.

 

May death cure what forgetting cannot solve.

 

May the remorse soon be gone.

OUTSIDE OF ASA-KNOWLEDGE

LIVING ABOVE THE ILLUSION

Ever had the feeling that life at the present is a big set up, especially made to work against your will and anything good happening in your life? What if that was correct and not just a feeling? Welcome.

I could tell about my life and the different shades of negativity and darkness, the strangeness and bitterness that life brings here. Nobody outside those who know would believe it, so… Later.

I think daily about a multitude of things that I should do. I have to start making some goals here in this worthless life that surrounds me, right now.  Or later. 

TRAVEL

TRAVEL

I have been around the block a few times. Travelling is what you do when you have no life and wish to imagine that you are doing something with your life. I guess it is all pretty much the same everywhere in this mono-cultural world, that of course call itself multi-cultural… This upside-down-world breeds the most dumb animals, and if you think that “things just happen”, then you are one of these victims. I pity you. Let me define what culture is. Later.

I hate to travel. Carrying around stuff you need. The strain of being forced into meeting people you would prefer to see dead. The waiting for planes or buses and the smelly rides. Travelling is like eating a huge cake that taste like crap and it is full of fat that you have to work the rest of your life to get rid of. Was the sunset in that vacation spot worth it? 

PRETTY PLACES LIKE ME

PRETTY PLACES LIKE ME

To have everything and not being able or permitted to use it. Can anyone else imagine that frustration? Ah well, beauty is all our eyes need to survive another day. I tried this for a longer period: Avoiding everything that was not strikingly beautiful. Almond trees in bloom and a stunning landscape helped me with that. Not a good idea. Still, I have done a few things that I knew was less than good ideas; like trying to live like a homeless for a period some seven years ago. The list is small for these private tests on life and reality, and it does not feed my need for knowledge and insight enough. The wages are not enough. Everyone would hate me if I did not try to be more human, so there you go. Love me tender.

BURNING NOTES

BURNING NOTES

Things have been so slow the last two years. To think about being creative and producing is a start, but when it halts there…

I love this world, but this present illusion is not this world. I LIVE ABOVE THE ILLUSION. That is why you hate me. Love me. Later.

 

 

THE GREEK CRISIS

Originally published 27/3-13 on:

http://thesolsticewell.com/

THE GREEK PARLIAMENT
                              THE GREEK PARLIAMENT

Bought this piggy bank at a flee market. It is privately made and reflects some of the Greeks frustration with finding a cause for their crisis. (I smashed it right after the photosession. So, anyone in the future claiming to own it would be a liar…)

I have heard so many different popular beliefs on who are to blame for the Greek crisis. (Some are just completely insane.) I thought of summarising it all, but it will not do anyone any good. People are never at fault.

And, if you wish to believe that Germany as a nation own anybody anything. Then you are dead wrong.

THE ILLUSION OF THE GREAT WRITERS

Originally posted 6/1-13 on: http://thesolsticewell.com/

Stumbled upon a copy of “Faust” by Goethe some time ago. I had read parts and excerpts of it in German and Swedish before, so I already knew it was crap.

I had a volume of Goethe’s poetry before and liked some parts and pieces of that, so there is no denying from my part that he could write decent. Technically speaking.

This book is one among the two dozen books that have been typical for the intellectual crowd to walk around with a copy of. Found it so humouring that I walked down the streets with it in my pocket that I actually just had to take a picture of that. 

JUNK-CULTURE

JUNK CULTURE

The story of “Faust” is just dumb and poorly written.

There is the fiction figure called “God” in it that have no resemblance whatsoever with reality. It is really insulting that a fake “god” stole and still use the name God against God. (Not even mentioning the thousands of other things that parasite steal from The Gods).  Furthermore, there are some characters in a nonsensical discussion that also come from fiction, all done with the deranged minds view. Etc. You get the picture.

As the case with all junk culture there is nothing of interest and it all lead down to nowhere land. It reminds me, not surprisingly, of how Strindberg later used to build up his plays.

I do not blame fiction for being non-fiction. I blame these silly illusions to enter and derange non-fiction and then affect fiction. I understand that this is fictional writing from a man that know very little about the realities of life. Still, when people like this spread their junk it affects the minds and continue to kill Culture. It is really depressing to know that junk culture like this have been promoted so well that it is currently called “fine literature”. Or any other cliché I might think of. There is, to no surprise,  even worse books out there by other “great writers”. Burn them.

Do I write better than Goethe? If not, then I have no say, you say? That is completely beside the point. (It is not my personal goal to be a great writer. My goal is to give of my knowledge.) Everyone have to start facing the fact that most of what have been produced in literature and arts have been filthied, some of it is forged and is being used as tools for murder and much worse for hundreds of years. It will all be trashed as the new time enters. Be prepared for it.

Literature, music and other forms of entertainment must be cleaned. Junk culture can only inspire to shape more junk. I am against junk entering the mind, defiling and murdering all higher values. What freedom does the victimized, these insane and twisted have? To make this world a trash can for everyone?

I would rather be completely empty than full of that litter.