A bit spacephysics.

Life is substancial. When wants to cause something to happen, I`snt possible to know what causes it effects. I often think that if I kick a rock to the street it might hurt someone. Or hurt someones angle.

This propably will a short posting. But anyways. Life allways have been the same. Only the situation has changed. People allways have laughed, cryed and allways we have had losses.

By chaos theory. If a butterflye flyes in the other side of the planet and causes a small change into the wind. It might cause an hurrigane on the other side of the planet. Everything might multiply. And we can`t understand the weather yeat. It is impossible to predict cloud formations. How those look to us. And also weather prodcasts arwe often unreliable. Funny thing is that often in Flamma shows it doesn`t rain. We have been fortunate.

Also I like to thing ques in shops it is impossible to predict how people goes to cashier. It is chaos what life is. But there are rules to that. No one can hurt anyone. And there are laws on how we can life inside society. It is freedom of choice if follows those rules.

Also time is substancial. We don`t feel the time. Sometimes it goes quicker and sometimes slower. The passing of time can be checked only from clock. So we can`t predict so much what will happen And next time I Should write about something else.

Sebtember melancholy and came into mind.

It is raining when I write this and I don`t have much things to do so why not to write something that I have pondered for quite sometime now. So I want to write about 1800s art world and here i go.

Paris in the 1800s was wery similar than nowdays. It actually wasn`t bomb badly in the second worldworld. Germanys troops pretty quicly and without resistance occupied France. In the other han London was baddly bomb.

It has been sayid that in 1800s it rained blackrain. Ewery home was warmed either by wood or more commonly by coal. That allmost suffocated our whole planet. Also industrialism and first inventions of electricity happened then. Also automobiles and lighting was invented then.

Often in theatras happened to burn because of gas lights. Those were really unsafe. Also still then badfires were pretty common, because firedepartment wasn`t yet improved.

Really common drink was absinth. It actually is sold still. It is wery heavy drink that has alcohol prosentage at least 60%. Also it made of moshweed. (I don`t know the actual english trancelation tothat.) But Moshweed actually is a nerwpoison and also a hallusinogenic. Our own liquorshop in Finland has taken that of from absinth that those sell. But it does work anyway.

I really don`t use drugs. But I don`t give a craps shit about sometimes having a few drinks. And absinth for devinetly belongs to list of drinks I sometimes enjoy.  Gentelman taster is the case that I sometimes like to think my self.

In the 1800s art happened a lot. And often artist were boozed by absinth. Also there knowedge that other substances were found from the harbour districtes. Also artists from that period have described those in there artwork, which is still acknoledged to be the most influential and also the best ever. I really do enjoy 1800s art. I will introduce a few of my fafourite artists in here.

Starry night

That is Vincent Van Goghs: Starry night. He was a dutch painter who never was regogniced during his lifetime. But painted the most beutiful paintings ever and nowdays those are the most expensive also. He was very deppressed and troubled man.  Vang Gogh often saw beyty in the world and descriped it with painting. He didn`t so often paint discusting paintings or nightly horrors, like wuold think.

Peach tree

Arthur Rimbaud

My other fafourite is Arthur Rimbaud. He was a considerable poet. Who also wasn`t recognized during his lifetime. He was a good student when was young. And then in a big French poets meetin started to shout: Merde Merde. Which means shit in english.

THE DRUNKEN BOAT

As I was floating down unconcerned Rivers
I no longer felt myself steered by the haulers:
Gaudy Redskins had taken them for targets
Nailing them naked to coloured stakes.

I cared nothing for all my crews,
Carrying Flemish wheat or English cottons.
When, along with my haulers those uproars were done with
The Rivers let me sail downstream where I pleased.

Into the ferocious tide-rips
Last winter, more absorbed than the minds of children,
I ran! And the unmoored Peninsulas
Never endured more triumphant clamourings

The storm made bliss of my sea-borne awakenings.
Lighter than a cork, I danced on the waves
Which men call eternal rollers of victims,
For ten nights, without once missing the foolish eye of the harbor lights!

Sweeter than the flesh of sour apples to children,
The green water penetrated my pinewood hull
And washed me clean of the bluish wine-stains and the splashes of vomit,
Carrying away both rudder and anchor.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down;

Where, suddenly dyeing the bluenesses, deliriums
And slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight,
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than music
Ferment the bitter rednesses of love!

I have come to know the skies splitting with lightnings, and the waterspouts
And the breakers and currents; I know the evening,
And Dawn rising up like a flock of doves,
And sometimes I have seen what men have imagined they saw!

I have seen the low-hanging sun speckled with mystic horrors.
Lighting up long violet coagulations,
Like the performers in very-antique dramas
Waves rolling back into the distances their shiverings of venetian blinds!

I have dreamed of the green night of the dazzled snows
The kiss rising slowly to the eyes of the seas,
The circulation of undreamed-of saps,
And the yellow-blue awakenings of singing phosphorus!

I have followed, for whole months on end, the swells
Battering the reefs like hysterical herds of cows,
Never dreaming that the luminous feet of the Marys
Could force back the muzzles of snorting Oceans!

I have struck, do you realize, incredible Floridas
Where mingle with flowers the eyes of panthers
In human skins! Rainbows stretched like bridles
Under the seas’ horizon, to glaucous herds!

I have seen the enormous swamps seething, traps
Where a whole leviathan rots in the reeds!
Downfalls of waters in the midst of the calm
And distances cataracting down into abysses!

Glaciers, suns of silver, waves of pearl, skies of red-hot coals!
Hideous wrecks at the bottom of brown gulfs
Where the giant snakes devoured by vermin
Fall from the twisted trees with black odours!

I should have liked to show to children those dolphins
Of the blue wave, those golden, those singing fishes.
– Foam of flowers rocked my driftings
And at times ineffable winds would lend me wings.

Sometimes, a martyr weary of poles and zones,
The sea whose sobs sweetened my rollings
Lifted its shadow-flowers with their yellow sucking disks toward me
And I hung there like a kneeling woman…

Almost an island, tossing on my beaches the brawls
And droppings of pale-eyed, clamouring birds,
And I was scudding along when across my frayed cordage
Drowned men sank backwards into sleep!

But now I, a boat lost under the hair of coves,
Hurled by the hurricane into the birdless ether,
I, whose wreck, dead-drunk and sodden with water,
neither Monitor nor Hanse ships would have fished up;

Free, smoking, risen from violet fogs,
I who bored through the wall of the reddening sky
Which bears a sweetmeat good poets find delicious,
Lichens of sunlight [mixed] with azure snot,

Who ran, speckled with lunula of electricity,
A crazy plank, with black sea-horses for escort,
When Julys were crushing with cudgel blows
Skies of ultramarine into burning funnels;

I who trembled, to feel at fifty leagues’ distance
The groans of Behemoth’s rutting, and of the dense Maelstroms
Eternal spinner of blue immobilities
I long for Europe with it’s aged old parapets!

I have seen archipelagos of stars! and islands
Whose delirious skies are open to sailor:
– Do you sleep, are you exiled in those bottomless nights,
Million golden birds, O Life Force of the future? –

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking.
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter:
Sharp love has swollen me up with heady langours.
O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!

If there is one water in Europe I want, it is the
Black cold pool where into the scented twilight
A child squatting full of sadness, launches
A boat as fragile as a butterfly in May.

I can no more, bathed in your langours, O waves,
Sail in the wake of the carriers of cottons,
Nor undergo the pride of the flags and pennants,
Nor pull past the horrible eyes of the hulks.

ARTHUR RIMBAUD

That is one of my fafourite poems. And there have been many other important artist in the 1800s. To name a few:  Antonin Artaud, Baudelaire, Pierre Corneille, who was unjustly said to forge his classic play: Le Cid. From Russia, Stanislawski. More recent artist in the turn of century mayerhold the inventor kinesis, a theatre influencer. Also Majakowski a poet. And the Dostojevski who everybody knows and hopefully have readen his books. Also from England Oscar wilde. So this about 1800s art. Which I love. Rainyday and like to write. 🙂

Pupil catches the wiew.

I also like photographing. Photographing is like shooting in the air without a rifle. But in photogrphs the same thing applyes than into pen. It is mightier than a sword. No one should believe anything from the world without actual documentary. Film or photograpsh, tha something actually has happened. Our chrintian community. Next to it, in the shop beer cost 6,66 euros. hmm. :)
So if there is something wrong in our world, we do send media workers to there. Straight away. That is the reason how come world has gotten smaller. News are blastet straight way of everything that happens to the rest of the world.There might be food in there.
who really wantt`s to see starving people. But media workers because of theres work have to film those. Starvation is totally cruel way we treat people, when the other half of the world is too fat. So it wuold be good if we all wuold be in good sizes. Not too fat or too thin. But if the thirdworld wuold get food as much as those wanted. I think soon those wuold also start to eat too much.

So life is struggling between if has too much or nothing at all. We do have beuty of life that is sure. And no one has said that people who has the ability to hunt, can`t do that. We have for allways lived by hunting. And there are lawes on that. And those should be remembered.Don`t seem to be catching a fish.
To live we need food. And how happy wuold a husband, a dad, a son, or women be if those couldn`t feed theres family. That is so big misswery that I can`t even start imagine that. Every human shuold have food to survive. How come there aren`t good enough wellfare system that provides food and drinking water to everyone. Can we call ourselfes even sopisthicated not to mention compassionet if our own race is starving. HAIX footwear. Polices tactical shoes.
This writing started of thinking phographing, but changed into being pissed of that in our world there actually is poor people. So and again how can anyone defend the fact that there are poor people in the world. By theres actions by poor. And often it is selfindulgued or by goverments who aren`t helping them. Something I saw coming from closeshop.

So I am in stress and unhappy about many things. And often I blame many people about things those do. Maybe I shoudent. But I do that also I`m patronizing. Again often the poor who wuold get money wuold spend it to bullshit. I actually saw a document. That showed people from india, that sold theres kidneys. And with those money they bought mobilephenes and so on. That money for sure didn`t go to help theres familys.

So money should be devide more egually, but also it should be used to reasonable targets. By everybody. Rich gets richer. Poor gets poorer. I know that. And that is only because of our own actions. So this about photographing.Pupil captures the vision. An installation I did to day. I do have a few foods cut, from this summer. :)

Super food. :)

Yei. I heard about news that one woman, a parent from U.S.A filed a compleint against Mc Donalds. She was complaining that Mc Donalds marget theres products to young children. She was angry that Donalds sell poor nutrition food to children who are in growing age. I think she lost that case. Difficult to win court case agaisnt multinational corporation that has sells with millions every day.

that is actual document of Donalds nutrition values. Might consider after watching that what kills us. The most of people die in blood weins and heart problems. So I have started to think that actually we humans poison ourself with shit food.

In the east men in towns smoke constantly and the air is thik with pollutions. Those also drink constantly. But the point is that those live most oldest in the world. Same thing is South-America. Those people have all the live habits that in west we think are most wrong. And still live more old than we do.

I think it is because food that those eat. Actually americans are, by the fattiest nation in the world, by all the studies I have read. That is because shit food. Also shit life stile. Living after work on the coutch and stuffing shitfood inside, have much to do with that. (American TV I don`t even mention.)

I do study catering and kitchen work in our local college. And We aren`t even allowed to go to work rehearsal to any fastfood joint. But I actually have worked for two weeks in Donalds when I was fifteen. Not long ago I* tsrted to remember that those actually don`t hawe even dishwasher in theres restaurants. And common policy in Donalds is that when thrashcans fill those are stuffed with servingplates. And those aren`t washed after that. Also those trawell from customer to customer without being washed. That allreydy is straight foodpoisoning there. Not to mention about the guality of the food.

There was a bad case with Donalds in Tampere, Again my hometown. It was the first Donalds in Finland and theres oilcooker which does fries caught on fire. fire exam teachers and on fire exam lectures and practises which I take sometimes we have talked about that case. That fire destroyded allmost completly our one of most historically important building on our manescuere. Ewerything went wrong in that fire and building was old and for warmth it had old materials inside it. Again Finland is cold in the winter and in the olderdays to stuff building was used moss or woodmaterials to keep the cold from apartments.

So our town has discussions should that Donalds be established again to that building in our mainsceure. i have to say that it bring missbehaiviour with it. Whole sceure has been nice place without it. Because there aren`t hangarounds teesn and also adoults. Those have moved some half a kilometer away, on our main road. Actually where is our other centrum Donalds. And it is open to five in the morning, pretty much ewery day and teengroups gather around there. And those are drunk and missbhaviour happens.

So I don`t like Donald and by work I do food don`t have to be fast food allways. My mum had a saying that my son or daughter or husband won`t die next to a bread. Which means that we have to learn to do food. And I like to do food an eat good hygienic food.

Online Again.

Houston we are online. Repeat. In the net. (Yesterday when I tryed for the first time to get in to the net. The net was falled down. Crap. And modern technology that doesn`t work.) I have a machine, but I don`t know how it works at it is allways broken or net is fallen. Bullshit. Modern technology. So by that artifial intelligience cant ever be born or done. In basic comps work, usually never and artificial intelligence ewen more seldom. Machine does what it is told to. By binarian codes. So it needs someone to opereta itself. Funny thing is that writing is also binarian code system that raises thoughts. Writing is a system that means something. Superior to only commands that makes machines to work. Yea. hyper space. 🙂

Artifial thinking. Like in Matritx and in Terminator isn`t possible. Thinking is allways bind to real human thoughts. We humans don`t yet understand thinging. But I do believe that allways ewery machine has to do only what the commander of that machine does. Every machine needs someone to make it to do something. So industrial chaos doesn`t ewer happen. Machines, even comps follow only orders that those are instructed. If writes a wrong code nothing happens or happens wrong thing. That is a danger also. Our humans every war, destroying thing are mechanical. And there is theyryes that during short time most of wars happen in the net. The amount of net polices or net hakkers by superpowers, like U.S.A or China or others Germany, England is difficult to say. But there are thousands of those. The amount of Chinas netpolice waryes from 40 000 to a million. And similar groups of stuidying what happens in the net is found from other countries.

Also no one can be been birth without a mum. That isn`t possible either. We are beings that have thought, understandment abaout ourselfs and where we live in and have understandment of what is right and wrong. Everybody does have, even when there has been horrible tragedies during this summer. We construct of flesh and of thingking and our mind still is a realm that modern and best, good doctors and scientifists don`t understand so much. So understandment of life comes of both. Of understanment of yourself as a human being and understanding everyone as similar to you. Which again is basic compassion. We have emotions and thoughts. Machines don`t. Also wil to gain power and fame is a concios feeling. Wery harmfull, but still a feeling to be noticed and to have an influence. Some call it even to be the most powerfull drug.

Life is and life goes. Young are arrogant and don`t understant theres parents and then they grow older and they can`t understen`t the youth. The same circle repeats again and again.

Yes. Online again. 🙂

Please consider about nonharmurful lifestyle. Even demonstrations don`t allways have to be anarchy, robbing shopceepers or destroying the whole city. Ewery anarchist has to pay those repairing expences. If not by penalties then by increased taxes. But Citecens pay the money, whwt is destroyd in revolts. (Don`t know is that is an actual word.)

what a shit that would be.