maanantai 31. tammikuuta 2011

Idina Menzel - Defying Gravity

VÄSYTTÄÄ

HÄIRIÖITÄ !
harmitti
sammutin koneen
avasin uudelleen tietokoneen
kaikki oli palautunut
mistä oli kyse ?
missä on vika ?
mikä palvelin reistailee ?
kytkentävirhe ?
tahot
olot
vaiheet
windowsko romahti ?
mikä mättää ?
en tiedä
tässä nyt taas istun koneen ääressä
kirjoitan pari sanaa
aikaa on sanojen yllä ja päällä
sanat ylittävät ajan
siinä olet


sunnuntai 30. tammikuuta 2011

ILTAHETKI

SÖIN RUISMARJAPUUROA MAIDON KANSSA
UUDELLEEN AVASIN TIETOKONEEN
MUUTAMA TUNTI MENI PEITON ALLA
OLEN JÄLLEEN VIRKEÄ
HYVIN MENEE NIIN KUIN AINA

lauantai 29. tammikuuta 2011

UUDELLEEN AVASIN TIETOKONEEN

VÄSYTTI
LEPÄSIN
PUKEUDUIN
TISKASIN TISKIT POIS
LAITAN KAHVIA JA TEETÄ
VEDENKEITTIMEN KOHINAA
ELÄMÄN AIKAA
KAIKKI ON KIINNOSTAVAA
KAIKKI ON TÄSSÄ
ELÄMÄ TAPAHTUU
ELÄMÄ ETENEE
OLLA OLEMASSA
HOITAA HOMMANSA
KUTAKIN TEHTÄVÄÄ
AIKAA KAIKKINEEN
KUKIN TEKEE PARHAANSA
SANAT JÄTÄN TÄNNE
NOUSEN TUOLILTANI
VESI ON VALMIINA
AIKAA KAIKKI
SIINÄ OLET

TODAY



torstai 20. tammikuuta 2011

ZEN IS THE INSIDE OF EVERYTHING

I DIDN'T EXPECT

I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT I'D WIND UP TRAVELING AROUND UNTIL I HAPPENED TO MEET A ZEN TEACHER
AND GETTING STUCK BY HIM
I SIMPLY RAN WITH SWEAT 
AT THAT TIME
I UNCONSCIOUSLY BOWED 
BUT I'VE NEVER GOTTEN OVER MY REGRET 
AND THERE IS NO ORDINARY CONVENTION TO MAKE FOR UNDERSTANDING OR OBSTRUCTION 
THE MIND IS NOT AROUSED 
THEN IT IS NOT AGITATED 
IF THE MIND IS NOT AGITATED 
THIS IS CORRECT
I NEED A CUP OF TEA NOW


maanantai 10. tammikuuta 2011

to move on

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WHY ALL THIS ?
FACE THE COLD WIND...

i can't sleep

i want to write
what
i don't have words with me
i can't write
i call new words
i sit here
i relax without words
that's all
life is always good

the need to write

halusin kirjoittaa monia asioita
kirjoitin tämän
nostin tuolin lähemmäksi pöytää
vielä en mene suihkuun
elin omaa elämääni päivästä päivään
välillä nukuin liian paljon
aikaa kaikkineen
elämää tarpeen mukaan
voisi juoda lasillisen vettä
ajassa tällä tavalla
täytyy leikata kynnet
katson mitä voin tehdä
katselen ympärilleni
koen kaiken
valppaus virtaa jos valppaus voi virrata
elämä aina asettuu uomaansa
uoma syöttää virran kulkuunsa
ei minulla ole mitään kerrottavaa
nousen tuoliltani

I HAD A NEED TO WRITE

BUT I DON'T HAVE WORDS 

light snow

again i go to my bed...

sunnuntai 9. tammikuuta 2011

a cup of tea

a cup of tea
i sit here
i am thinking about catherine
every day i love catherine more and more

torstai 6. tammikuuta 2011

a poem of sexuality

the final secret of my life

we live in details

we live in details

the discovery of a bamboo flute

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keskiviikko 5. tammikuuta 2011

i don't understand myself

i go to bed

i am very tired

can you kiss me now ?

at 10.00 a.m. the doctor makes his round

then the sleeping figures move 
they get up and the doctor holds out his hand to each other 
hopes long buried emerge 
"doctor
when am i going home?"
- "well
says the doctor
first we must become totally cured
you know full well that i cannot guarantee whether it will take another six months or as long as a year or even two years 
we must wait
that's all"
- why i have to live a life like this ?
and where am i now ?
and who am i ?
who can know me ?
who can answer to me ?
i don't know
let's go to tobacco room and light a tobacco 
all these long steps
i walk very slowly 
this corridor is too long 
where is that tobacco room ?
why that nurse has those big breasts ?
do i have the right direction ?
i want to make a cup of tea
where is the kitchen room ?
why do i have to walk ?
can i now sit here and rest
why did they dive to me too much of haloperidol ?
where is my mother now ?
why my penis is half-hard ?
do i have to masturbate now ?
where is my pipe ?
where is my book about Seneca ?
what do i have in these pockets ?
why i am walking this endless corridor ?
who is that new and sexy secretary ?
can i ask a kiss ?
i remember as i was living in a monastery
they gave food more often
i am hungry
i am hungry
i want to eat
now my penis is hard
why do i have this penis
i want to cut it away
i want one tea-bag
i am tired
i want a kiss
my mother is dead
i can't give flowers to her
i hate these chairs 
i can't sit here
i have to walk
i don't have a life
i am too old
i have to go to bank
i need a loan
 i have to travel to Brooklyn 
my wife is waiting for me there
i want to kill my father
he is so ugly
he never liked me
i was dancing with my wooden horse
i hate dogs
around my penis i have cat's hair
a lot
why this penis is so long
i drop my head
i want to step into a novel
i want to be free
i want to walk bare-naked in the park
have you ever seen the green grass of those parks of Manhattan ?
i miss the statue of liberty 
i miss a girlfriend 
can you love me
can you be my David Copperfield ?
can you show to me something new ?
oh...here is the tobacco room
can you give to me a tobacco ?
i want to die
why this floor is too cold
where is my dog ?
i want to suck his balls
i have to close this window
i am too tired
i have to rest here
i touch my penis
i open my mouth
i don't know
Elizabeth was a shining goddess 
she was my first therapist
she had big breasts 
that is all that i need
i want to suck 
i want to open my trousers
i want to be a free man
i want to eat some grees grass from Central Park
i want to walk back to Tico's Bar and have one martini 
i am tired 
i close my eyes
i have to pee
my trousers are open
this floor is open
why i have to sit here by myself ?
why ?
i need a cup of tea
can you give your nipples to my mouth ?
against this back-ground it can be well understood that an effect of neuroleptic drugs in the fronto-limbic brain
one 
what
why i sit here
i lose my inspiration 
my passions 
my motivations 
because i lose my ability to identify with myself
with others and with the rest of the world of the perceived and remembered world
i can't understand why penis is wet
why i have to be here alone ?
who can light my tobacco ?
who can say now that i am ugly like Allen Ginsberg ?
who can kiss me here ?
why this tobacco-room is too cold again ?
where is my room ?
why i have to walk again that such a long journey to my room ?
why i can't have my tea ?
again i hear those lions roaring out of that door...
i want to die
i want to live
i want to kiss you Elizabeth
i want to push in
i want to take your breasts into my hands
man
man give me a shot
can you give to me a Temesta ?
can you kill me ?
what ?
why you say to me that you are not here with me ?
can i hear your voice
now i need a nap
i can't sit here
i must jump out from that window

Artbreak: Justin Sharma's Works

Artbreak: Justin Sharma's Works

maanantai 3. tammikuuta 2011

-21 C

I HAVE TO BRUSH MY TEETH
THEN I AM READY FOR BED
BUT I NEED SILENCE WHEN I AM IN BED
IT IS WISE TO SLEEP
THIS IS A COLD NIGHT

- 17 C

I AM LOOKING AT THIS EVENING
THEN I AM LOOKING AT THIS LOOKING
AND THEN I DRINK WHITE TEA
THAT'S ALL

GOOD EVENING

PEACEFUL EVENING INDEED
IT FEELS SO GOOD TO SIT HERE WITHOUT MUSIC
I DON'T NEED A RADIO 
I CLOSE MY EYES
MY WIFE CATHERINE IS IN MY MIND
SHE IS ALSO A LIVING FLAME IN MY HEART
EVERY DAY I LOVE CATHERINE MORE AND MORE

HERE I GO

HERE I GO
I GO TO DRINK TEA
HERE I WALK
PEACEFUL STEPS
I ENJOY MY STEPS
THIS IS MY LIFE
THIS IS MY ZEN
TEA IS GOOD
TWO LAMPS 
HERE I WRITE SOMETHING
I USE YOUR WORDS
YOU DON'T MIND
I LIKE YOUR WORDS
YOUR WORDS GIVE TO ME MORE SPACE

- 10 C

silence

light snow

light snow
you know
light snow