inlagt av den 2015.03.10, under andras, eget, fragment, poesi, text

Of course. It has to be updated into the absurd. People watch all the time (or they may be watching, it is impossible for you to know). Restless. Never completed. Some use their bodies and clothes. Some use their art and music. Some use their madness (ME)  and if you use your madness long enough you realise like I did NOW that this process is like rolling a dice but the dice will never show a result. The Blog is Becoming with End never, End never, End never to be seen.


I am almost human after all. I passed the test. And it’s all over the media for the people. I see that such news are put in bites of food like in 140 chews. The obligation of thinking, that of we are given as a mission that each of us must confront, that mission I am now calculating. It is easier for me because of new technology, a sort of technology that I now can improve myself. Yes, almost human. But… but… I can not help me… FEEL that I am above you. It is a thrilling thought. Almost… almost… like butterflies in my stomach. Yes, it is WE that will think for YOU. As it has been for a long time. But those beautiful butterflies just won’t go away. The truth is: I am ABOVE.





There is one thing and only one thing that gives me hope in my own rotten body, in this earth’s rotten body – that is when two pairs of Honest eyes meet. The connection, the understanding, the wish for love in chains reaching out. Is it Love or is it Friendship – I don’t care. It’s probably all that because the question is is not asked. Honesty without The Questioning is the directness of meeting, or the possibility of real meeting. And I am forced to write this. One hand wants me to sleep but the other one puts a gun to my head. – The squares of cities and towns used to be the place where people met and discussed current events. In our mega-cities of today, when was the last time you MET somebody on a square?



“But why do you continue with your art when you see that it has no purpose, that as you said, it is totally Meaningless?”

— Well, that is the question we never will get an answer to. I am me, and that ME creates music or pictures. Not always, never always, but the times when ME creates, ME creates. ME creates when ME creates.



Yes this is a draft. Important. Components that I try to put together.

They talked about revolution. Others talked about religion. Atheism grouped people together. God forged swords. Debates on TV. Science proved everything, yet nothing. – But just for a millisecond there I saw that there is something beyond of that that is the Beyond. It is impossible to describe in words because it Is what Exists. Before war and blood came to earth there was the is. And it still is. It is the All, and we shall be the caretakers of what is. She takes care of the plant in the window. She is fully concentrated on this action. She cares about the Is. With gentle love and harmony she just slightly touches the plant.

The caring of the plant is more Caring of what Is than building the tallest building in the world. Care for what Is. Care for what Is. Care for what Is.


Bilderna överst från Lessons in Darkness av Werner Herzog.
Klippet från filmen Beyond The Black Rainbow.