Monday, August 31, 2009

Inspiring music

Music inspiring me, in no specific order, songs and pieces I can play time and time again, making my thoughts fly, creating scenarios in my head almost every time:

Eagle - Abba
Nostradamus - Al Stewart
A dream within a dream - Alan Parsons Project
A lot of Alan Parsons Project
Main Theme Mulholland Drive - Angelo Bandalamenti
Followed the waves – Auf der Maur
Bad company – Bad Company
I still remember – Blackmore’s Night
A hard rain’s gonna fall - Bob Dylan
Visions of Joanna – Bob Dylan
Dignity – Bob Dylan
Nebraska (live) - Bruce Springsteen
Factory – Bruce Springsteen
Badlands – Bruce Springsteen
Atlantic City – Bruce Springsteen
Dead Man Walking – Bruce Springsteen
Nothing to fear (instrumental prologue) - Chris Rea
Midnight Blue – Chris Rea
Life on the balcony - City Boy
Ambition – City Boy
Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival
Cat people (soundtrack version) – David Bowie
Child in Time - Deep Purple
Tango in the night - Fleetwood Mac
Go your own way – Fleetwood Mac
Garden of man – Grace Slick
Dreams – Grace Slick
Thunderbird (theme from Thelma & Louise) – Hans Zimmer
Broadsword – Jethro Tull
Halloween Theme - John Carpenter
Main theme Escape From New York – John Carpenter
The Fog – John Carpenter
Master of the Universe – Hawkwind
Children of the sun – Hawkwind
Frozen - Madonna
Highlander Theme - Michael Kamen
10 000 years/sexual moon – Lee Clayton
Prologue (live) – Loreena Mc Kennitt
The Mystic’s dream – Loreena Mc Kennitt
Mighty Quinn – Manfred Mann’s Earth Band
Almost anything Manfred Mann really
Eagle Brother – Mari Boine
Grendel – Marillion
Eclipse – Nightwish
The islander - Nightwish
Boy cried wolf – Patti Smith
Because the night – Patti Smith
Paths that cross – Patti Smith
I lost it all – Paul Rodgers
Solsbury Hill (live) – Peter Gabriel
Biko – Peter Gabriel
The Feeling begins – Peter Gabriel
On the turning away – Pink Floyd
And a lot of early Pink Floyd
Summer Elegy – Rick Wright
Christ Goodbye - Saturnus
Last Day of our Acquaintance (live) – Sinnead O’Connor
Born to be wild – Steppenwolf
Boat on the river – Styx
Pieces of eight - Styx
The End – The Doors
Waiting for the sun – The Doors
The Terminator Theme – Brad Fiedel
All Tomorrow’s Parties – Velvet Underground

Monday, August 24, 2009

I believe it

I believe israeli soldiers have taken organs from dead Palestinians, like the Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet reported. That, bad as it is pales totally compared to the countless other horrible crimes against humanity, war crimes and genocide the israeli authorities and army have perpetrated and condoned the last sixty years.

They’ve wanted the Swedish government to apologize for the article, but since the Swedish prime minister is a man and not a mouse (surprising as that is) he has refused to do that. This astonishing fact has raised the ire of the israeli further. No dictatorship likes to be exposed for what it is, of course.

Israel has clearly wanted to bomb both Sweden and Norway in recent years because of their criticism of israeli atrocities, in spite of the criticism being rather bland. Various representatives for the criminal israeli government and establishment have been very cross with people telling it like it is, calling the israeli genocide against the Palestinian people for the genocide it is. The only reason why countries in Western Europe haven’t been bombed is probably because they are so far away. That fact must be very frustrating for israeli officials. They are used to bomb anyone opposing them or even disagreeing with them.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Dried blood

I wake up in the morning with the familiar sweet stench itching in my nose. It’s a hot, dark summer’s day where no birds are singing and everything is quiet. I rise from the bed and cross the floor nude. Semen is dropping from my half erected cock. I look out the window, at the yard, and see a lot of bloody bodies hanging form thick ropes, swinging back and forth in an endless movement. They hang in a long row. Birds with bloody beaks are happily feeding off the set and tasty table. I glance back at the table. The cunt still sleeps and dreams her sweet dreams. She’s a cold bitch. Nothing can rouse her from her sleep. I stumble out in the hallway. There is lot of dirt on the floor, dried blood and a lot of other stuff generally ruining any chance of a decent walk, forcing me to navigate instead of walking, really. Feet are constantly bumping into something. Several cut-off heads have been left in a corner. I ignore their reproachful, dull eyes.

The kitchen is, generally speaking very dirty and unclean. Yes, it can certainly be said that it is downright filthy. There is a lot of hair and pieces of skin everywhere. I finally find a somewhat clean table. The kettle is still there, and the food is still hot. It was hot yesterday and is still hot now. I sit down and start wolfing heartily. It tastes great. The eggs, the sandwiches and ham are all marvelous. The warm juice drenches my thirst in a way I didn’t believe was possible. The hotel is silent. I can’t hear a single sound anywhere. Both the guests and employees seem to have left the place. Or they might still be sleeping. Some people sleep way too much.

I return to my room and fetch my jacket and things in the tiny suitcase, and resume my wanderings. Blood is still flowing from the bodies hanging upside down from branches on trees on both sides of the alley, swinging back and forth in an endless cycle. The branches move slightly up and down, making the blood jump a little further than it usually would. The birds stare at me with their cold eyes, and I get delightful trickles down my spine. I pull my SLR-camera from my jacket and start documenting my art, snapping many pictures. There are fabulous possibilities for great composition here, and I exploit each and every one. I imagine how everything will look after a turn or two in the electronic darkroom, in Photoshop and other programs, and almost get an orgasm on the spot. I have used a pirated copy of Photoshop for ten years, by now, and am very pleased with it.

The photos are practically snapping themselves, like they did during my first excursion last night. I have many Gigabytes of storage capacity available, and use a lot of it, but all good things come to an end, and I put the camera away, and take a final look at the many works of art surrounding me, before resuming my eternal walk.

The sun is rising in the sky. It will be yet another fine day.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Celebration of the just

Abdel Basset al-Megrahi, the man accused and convicted for the Lockerbie-bombing in 1988 was met with celebration as he returned to Libya. I see nothing wrong with that, for several reasons.

His «trial» was hardly more than a sham, a geopolitical show to satisfy the forces in the United States and Western Europe ruling the world. They just needed someone to point their fingers at, as usual, and Libya was always convenient for that in the past.

The man was wrongfully convicted, and he is dying. There have been occasions when Barack Obama has shown himself no better than his predecessors. With his criticism of Scottish and Libyan authorities in this matter he puts himself in a bad light, not Scotland, Libya and Abdel Basset al-Megrahi.

We should all celebrate, because, in this case, at last and at least to a degree justice eventually «won». A man unjustly spent many years of his life behind bars and was allowed to go home and die.

It is also interesting to note that it’s mostly Americans that are still crying for his blood and suffering, while the relatives of the European victims are far more forgiving and compassionate.

- «Today is a great day for Libya and for anyone caring about justice» a man on the street said.

That is so very true. The forces behind the power of the world didn't have their way this time, which is very good. There are those opposing them. There should be far more of us.

Saturday, August 15, 2009


Conservative... taste that word. what it entails. It entails defending the status quo, the established order. Many people do that today, from all kinds of political backgrounds, one way or another, but not everybody is bragging about it. Not everybody has it as their catechism, their holy scripture. Think about it, how it must be, living like that, to discipline yourself to reject any new thought, resist any wind of change. In a world screaming for true change this is particularly bad, but these people are a threat to humanity no matter what society they are found.

These people have never contributed anything good to humanity and they never will.

Sunday, August 09, 2009


I have, since I started blogging, and long before that, really been told that I’m provoking people. That’s a correct assumption, I guess, but only because I point out things most people close their eyes to, and don’t want to think about or even be reminded of. I certainly mean what I say. The way I see it people should have been provoked by those bad things I and others tell about, not over the fact that we point at them.

But to close one’s eyes to obvious truths have become quite the sport today.

Radical and aware people rarely set out to provoke deliberately. The fact that some people are provoked is a completely different matter, but says much more about he or she being provoked than those writing about and highlighting controversial subjects.

People’s reason for being provoked is often that they haven’t even considered the matter being discussed, but that they, on the contrary see the subject, the current state of affairs being challenged as an eternal, acceptable and often sacred truth. Nationalism in all its shapes and forms is one example of many here. When a given nation is criticized most people, even people with a fairly critical mindset are often taking it very, very personal, feeling that the criticism is directed at them. The propaganda has been this effective in hindering true and infinite critical thinking.

I have felt, for a very long time that the very society we are currently residing in, and countless smaller and bigger factors within it is the greatest provocation, and that is what people should have been provoked by, not those pointing out the bad news.

Those pointing out bad news have for quite some time been treated badly. They used to be killed on sight. Conquerors, for instance took care of their messengers that way. One has become slightly more sophisticated today, with mechanisms in place to cast bringers of bad news in a bad light. They are ignored, ridiculed and incarcerated and headed for obscurity, placed as far away from the public light as they can possibly be.

Any society, even those that may exist like the proverbial needle in the haystack need to be confronted and confronted with unpleasant truths. That a given society, supported by the vast majority of its population does its very best to keep such facts under wraps is one of the most significant unhealthy signs there are.

«With truth one may go anywhere, even to prison» - Polish proverb