Everything Is By Chance

Philosophy

Merce Cunningham (choreographer)
John Cage (composer)

Cunningham has said: "there are no fixed points in space"
-> Everything is by chance

Cage has said: "music can be played without a single note" Even though there is a silence from the instrument we always hear sounds around us
-> Music is created by chance

Deranged

Log + Poem


The photo attached is from Hilton Helsinki. I spend a week up the North visiting friends and family. It was fun, cold and oh so silent.

"Deranged" below is from Tate Modern "Dictio Pii" piece me and Shara saw the other day. Amazing. Will influence my works in the future. Very much related to VJing, to an artform dealing with live mixing of visuals with music. It is exactly related for my research project and something I believe will be huge thing in the future.

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We are the perfume in the air
only gaining power from isolated activity
we are the traitors of privacy
expressing abstract frozen irony

We are the utopian craftsmen
behaving like pretty beggars
we take from anyone
to give the product of

We are skeptical
but we believe
we are everything
but also nothing

We are immortal riders
interested only to send
we extend our bodies
interested only to bend

We are deranged
we are the outcast
wondering on to distance
burning in this mismatch

Dark Year

Log

This year is drawing to an end. What a dark year it has been....full stop. You can see it from the fact that mainly I've been able to express through these twisted poems.

X-Day

Log


Another X-Day almost repeating the visions of last year.

Revolve of Dream

Poem

I like to dream
I'm dreaming now
you are dreaming too
maybe we could dream together

I like to sleep
but tonight I can't
nothing will knock me out
it's this headache again, again

I learned to lust aftershock value
I learned to lust after evolution
and revolution - burn the believers
I feel no fear

These four bars illuminating obscenities
No cohesion - just rawness for sure

I need to get near the surface
to dig myself deeper
Like a flower
become a monster

Meet up my friend
the teen spirit - evolution
I'm dreaming again though
My heart just beating a bit faster


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Three Roses

Poem

1st rose to wake the soul
to rise above the faceless crowd

2nd rose to lock up the memory
to give the kiss on the palm of the hand

3rd rose to reveal the riddle
to show the beauty of the mind

Stars Are Killers

Philosophy

It has been a month since a great revelation for myself (might one day publish it as well). I feel new. As I mentioned something was born inside, and I see the world in such a different way. All in a positive light.

I also saw a dream last night. I was in a house. The house suddenly turned into a hostage site when a masked man took it by storm. I attacked him fighting for my freedom, and was able to cut his leg with a knive (similar to the "Pet Semetary" film's end when the kid cut his granpa's at the end). This did not help so I turned on for a different tactic. I talked him and showed a friendly love. Turned out that was exactly what he was looking for in the house...hmm...

Finally a quote by Andrew Loog Oldham:

Stars must be killers, always striking first and fast. They have to be totally obsessed and paranoid about this year's vision of themselves that it's beyond obsession - it's reality, logical and natural. There is no remorse when they kill, no regrets when they pimp and no shame when they whore."

Yesterday / Today

Poem

Eyes, the mirror of soul
cryes, for me to be
that's what they say
that is the way

Expression, the moment of
the truth, crawls inside
killing me and twisting
my spine into a misfit

In my space, come inside
is a light of tomorrow
Open up and
you'll understand

Eyes, open up today
life, is no more gray
It is simple don't you know
now my feelings flow

Look into me
and you will see
that there is no lies
I say it with my eyes

After the light
is revealed to me
Now I found what I've
been searching for

Yesterday I died
Today I'm born again

Fragile Beauty

Poem

There is a beautiful mind
radiating the idea of rose
so fragile, so beautiful
easy to be blown away

The rose is so white,
soft like silk, pure like milk
The beauty is so fragile
red fury shall tear it apart

Wont the beauty of it all
stand proud and tall
cause even in mids of night
its darkest just before the dawn

But you know what I say,
that beautiful mind is what I shall gain
to open the pedals, pick up this rose
even thou its against all the odds

Roll down the window
smell the open air
drive me faster
hit it and freeze the fair

I'm a passenger of this girl
passing worlds, going around
literally, sexyally
in a whirlwind of time

Dreamers

Poem

Take the first steps after the rain
at the dawn when small drops tickle your toes
How to know is it real or is it magic?

If this clock keeps ticking away
will time be hesitated
of all the minutes that were taken away?

Come closer, let me whisper it in your ear:
shine for the sun, let the drops fall
Until its time for a wake up call

The One

Poem

Like a marble from an ancient world to a Viking
she stands to give the inspiration of relief for a cynical man.

Guiding the evolution and light
to the place where the sun never shine.

Pleasure that cause lethal addiction of aesthetics
is found on the eyes resembling blue stars.

Relaxing In Finland

Log

After three weeks of non-stop work in Ministry of Sound (oh yeah, got a bar job on December) and EMEA, I came to chill it out in Finland. Though this slowness is killing my momentum and I don't like it at all. Otherwise, met up with Velcra and saw them live for the first time in my life, after resigning. It was good to see them, and we still bond.

All this has made me think about my future. I think it is in mixing of visual art and music. I also got an idea on my final year work. Research on how visual art could be used in the branding of music.

Romeo & Juliet

Performance

Went to see Romeo & Juliet at the Playhouse Theatre in London with some university buddies. Sadly Miss M could not attend...

Anyway...the first 20 min were awesome with speed, humour and interactivity with the audience. Slowly we got into the story itself, which did not have any surpriding moments in it. The surprise came from the the part of the visuals theatre. Circus, acrobatics, hanging from the curtains etc. End of the play was beautiful, dramatic and perfect as the Romeo died hanging from hid feets upside down. Overall the play had much similarities with the Hollywood remake starring Leonardo Di'Caprio.

Losing The Control

Log

These times are changing me. Suddenly good, relaxed life plunges into this whirlpool of London life. Last 6 months saw a lot of work done on music management, but it all shattered afterall. Velcra is past life. Maybe music is not my thing after all. I think I need to change what I'm doing and find new people to practise with.

As a combination of this I feel emotionally drained. I see myself standing on a cliff feeling the open future ahead. But first I need to climb down this hazardous rock wall down to the abyss. There will I find the next level. All I am waiting is the sign to start climbing down. A sign that secures my ascention. A sign to lose control.

X-Day

Log


Did some drawings....damn they became weird. I cannot even start to tell you what was going on in my head during that time.