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UNIVERSAL ART STUDIES IIIII

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UNIVERSAL ART STUDIES III

 

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UNIVERSAL ART STUDIES II

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SOM BRYTPUNKTER

Tar mig ner i smutsiga illusionens nästen. Söker lindra något tröstlöst, men tål i sanning blott det mig tilltalande… Förblir omutbar. Låter laterna och begären sakna tillträde. Vägrar knäa böjd inför orätten. Smickrar ändå obehagens lönnrum för en tid.

Letar brytpunkter.

Iklädd smärtan; den sist önskade vännen.

(Vi inkommer härmed till ett par månader som var en intagande och förundrande gåta som ingen annan riktigt vill glömma fort. Det fanns mig intet kvar till val.)

Flyr undan och tillgriper dessutom något lekande alla tänkbara och påstådda upphöjda tankar som tidigare burit min vardagsheder vidare.

Jagad. Hemlös. Slaggar på golvet med dragen kniv. Omgiven av några spridda stycken tillgripet gods.

Befinner mig långt borta från litteraturens imaginära estetik där inga ord lämnar mycket kvar av verkligt intresse till vare sig samtid eller framtid. Säljer ner mig till mina ensamt tillåtna brott med en giltig äkthet, givetvis patinerad; så att den blir vackrare. Det sägs mig att detta är erfarenheter ingen behöver, erfarenheter som kan erhållas lättvindigt med tanken, det är erfarenheter som få andra kan finna motiverade. Bara en dåres infall…  

Överger ställa tankarna på annat än min Nöd, Rätten; och den ”maximerade vinsten”. Avvaktar utan att finna mig några applåder… Det är förgjort. Står tungt lastad med ”en fjäder gör en höna” och tillskriven än värre. Möter mig ständigt i det otänkbara. Ständigt… Är alltid fortsatt oskadd allra längst härinne i mig och dessutom litet road. Är hårdare än ni kan föreställa er. Är även vekare än ni tror.

Väljer att fastna. Inhägnas till att lida mer.

Gallren hindrar inte att utanför återförs ett snötäckt landskap. Låter mig nästan maktlöst nedslås till att känna en viss mättnad inför den komiska situationen.

Lider mer.

Det naiva i oss alla vill stundtals återkomma segrande med ett sken av insikter och handfasthet. När ett tvärsäkert övande med sötaste orden har bortvalt allt oönskat härinne i oss och lämnat kvar till lönen att nu verkligen försöka känna rädslorna… Eller snarare känslorna, ni vet det där djuriska, mest uppbyggt av ord, av inbillningar och föreställningar parat med kroppens egna nycker och tillkortakommanden.

Vill någon invända något, kanske upphäva, forsla bort Livet till att bli vid den tomhet vi redan känner? Världen här har kvarstannat i ett grumligt och löjeväckande medan skenbara svepskälen växer sin styrka i svagheter. Låt mig åtminstone få införa inre blidväder till den skymda sikten… Låt oss kalla det att uppnå ett Intet. Kalla det klarsynen. Existens i samklang med Alltet. Dumheter oavsett.

Framstiger sedan som en oändligt härdad, i ett eget grepp innesluten, inskuren, övertäckt misärerna åren tvivlat sig genom.

 

Har ingrotts,

insett nödtorften,

redan tanklöst spillts iväg på lort och glitter. Kärlek.

SOM BRYTPUNKTER

SOM BRYTPUNKTER

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A QUALITY REALITY GIVES LIFE.

I have no happiness to report. Do you have any?

Sitting around and listening to garbage music in order to block away thoughts and issues so I can focus and function. (In order to block away my neighbours noise…) I guess that junk-music is my forced upon drug of choice again, for a while. Interestingly enough I have been fully aware of junk-culture for two decades now and why it works so well in this currently deranged world. It drugs down problems and takes down the ability to concentrate and leave very little time over to find and grasp reality as it is.

Escapism, as it is most commonly called, be it by reading dumb books, watching TV, or searching on the internet, playing games, talking nonsense or making useless plans, walking around in nightlife, listening to music made by morons… Whatever. It is all the same useless dead nothing inside nothingness.

These people, myself at times faking it to be included in this for observance, are in this world thinking that we cannot face any higher quality in life, or be anywhere near any higher Reality. These people are living in what seem to exist for their identities, not seeing anything other than their “peers” fully occupied with being moronic. What you will consume you will somewhat become, to others gain and amusement… And that is how it is… Well, things can only change if you change into yourself first and finally. The world around us is trapped in a grand Illusion about how “the others” are and what kind of behaviour is accepted. We can get shaped by our “peers” into copying fake and worthless identities.

WHY?

Creativity… What a joke. To produce crap might be set on top of consuming crap to some. I am in doubt. No, I’m not in doubt. It is a little better to stay a passive consumer than produce junk-culture.

None of the Gods has produced more than what any human or animal can produce, semen passing on to become blood, and what we all can produce sitting in our toilets. Sadly, that is all of us, these “products”. That is the negative aspect to life down in its sad state. Then, on the positive side, we can start to try taking ourselves more seriously and see what the Gods and humanity has achieved so far. There is a tendency among many to take things for granted, but nothing is for free, you’ve heard it before, now see it in all of Life.

I really have had some serious problems in my past that stemmed from causes I was made unaware of, some of it I was a little aware of and readily avoided to confront as long as it was possible to look away from. To never stop and think as I would crash and burn, or so I thought… I felt the pain of reality as soon as I touched it. Not understanding that freedom from pain was in there to find.

A had a lie of a life for over a decade. (I had some forced upon reasons.) We all have our reasons for failing in life and these reasons must come to a point where they can’t work to hide behind. You know, I reached my peak to no good use at all around fifteen years ago and now I have nothing at all to show from that period. Now I’ve made my current life so I can have more free time on my hands, with writing this and other things you really want. Still, I would be much happier personally with living another kind of life without stress… I have always lived for others somehow. (That is one thing that I will have to change, or maybe not in this period of time… At least feeling sorry for others will never again be mistaken by me as any kind of love. That I will live for others for the rest of this life cannot really be changed; if we are speaking about my Knowledge to be spread for the good. Still, personally I do deserve more and better. I’m one of the few that actually does… Believe it or not.

I would much rather give than take. Anyway, there is nothing in this world that I really want. Nothing is good enough out there in our foes Illusion. Nor do I find the beauty I want in people that others are forcing themselves to imagine exist. I do find beauty here and there, but I will never lie to myself in order to survive, I have real things to live for… I am not really depressed either. Tired and low on energy and will at times, that is true.

SO WHAT?

Well, the mind is very simple and we can try to live on the good moments we’ve had or pick out the less good. Either way, it is not our choice to have personal opinions as Reality is set above us all and what we think does not really matter there, especially if we are to live outside this fact. I want the Knowledge first so that free will can give everyone a life in Reality. And while I’m at it I will add some real gladness to it all. I wish you the best. Most of you…

 

QUALITY LIFE?

QUALITY LIFE?

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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.