Monistic aphorism

There is a subliminal signal in everything. "A crack in everything" like Leonard Cohen sings. Its possible to lay down next to that crack and drink from the ever flowing, golden power that leaks from it. And then to mingle with that incredible, blinding, throbbing power. With it comes all the wisdom of the ages, with it comes certainty of every thing there is to be certain about. But this way cannot be sought, for it cannot be arrived upon, for you are already there, you dont need to know anything more, you dont need to go anywhere and look for anything, for you are already there. You are already lying next to that crack. You are already drinking of that ever flowing power.

Industrial production does not contain this power, its the antithesis of this power. Its because of this power that we instinctively rather would have handmade objects then fabricated ones. Thats why we get up in the morning, thats why we care, thats why we exist, thats why you talk to other people, thats why you laugh, thats what makes you go on even though its hard, thats why we feel what other people feel, thats why the cab driver sends money home to his poor family, thats why you keep going, thats why you live, thats why i love you for ever and ever.

There is no distance, there is no up and down, there is no other thing, there is no time, there is no difference between you and me and there cannot ever be any difference between you and me. I cant hate you and love somebody else, i cant love you and hate somebody else, for we are the same, we are one.

A long time ago faces melted from the dark into the light
From the fog they came and the whispered words into our ears over the years
Soon we came to know them
They let us in on secrets
They dispelled the lies with their wisdom, so that we could see
And we step slowly on solid rock
That flowing power is what we direct, and it directs us, it creates the direction we feel

Walk with that power and you cannot fail and you cannot win because you wont be playing any more, you will be living instead, for real. Walk with that power and there are no games, there are no separation, there is no now and then, nothing is amiss, nothing is wrong and nothing is right. Walk with that power and you will really see the world my friend, you will see all of it at once, everything that ever happend, everything that is going on and everything thats going to happen. Walk with that power and you will not be asking "Am i doing the right thing?", you wont be asking "Is this the right thing to do?". You wont worry about anything, you will understand everything

Couple of movies

I saw two movies today. First "Drive", one about the guy driving a car for people, no questions, 5 minutes and then hes gone. A really shitty piece of stinking fucking crap that movie. He is supposed to be all cool and quiet but hes just boring. And there is some girl with some kid and whatever the fuck. He goes around killing people and get the fucking money and it dont mean shit.

Now im watching Lars von Triers newest "Melancholia". Its fucking stupid, this dude has gone down the friggin hill. Its about a stupid fucking borderline bitch  (After carefull consideration im altering that sentence to this one) Its about a stupid fucking bitch and a retarded shitfaced asshole who is going to get married for who nows what reason. Of course the bitch fucks it all up and it dont mean shit. Then they all just fucking die cause there is another planet who smashes into earth. Trier really needs to get his act together. I really liked "The idiots" and "Anthicrist" and that minimalistc with almost no scenery, about some people in a small village and it had Nicole Kidman in it. Those three was worth the watch, some idea driven manuscripts, some really cool scenes with some amazing camerawork and Dafoe in "Antichrist" is just super.

On the other hand i saw "Skyline" couple of days ago. It was sci-fi action kind of a movie. There was no idea or much of any story in it, but god damn it was pretty awesome anyway. A lot of far away footage on huge friggin aliens and smaller tentacled ones flying around. The mothership designs are just to die for, awesome, just friggin awesome. And they nuke it but it just rebuilds. Well because there was no idea or story it was a bit better then OK, well worth the watch but no super nice movie. Aliens come to fuck around in LA i think it was and its about a bunch of assholes who gets ripped to bits, but not this one stupid guy who have got some weird alien light thingie whatever in his face so he is a bit more bad ass. Im going to hold unto that one to show it to Andreas and Timpan.

Impossible structures

Impossible structures of white cold energy fffffflows and unites with the rivers of time
Glimpse scenes of flowing oceans through doors half ajar
Subliminal signals flowing through all the speakers
What is this they ask?
No answers, only experience
And experince become both the questions and the answers
Every question supposes an answer and every answer supposes a question
Such is the rhytmn of time

Sailing

I was ment to go down under the ice to save people from a submarine that had got cought on something

But as i went into the water my body dissolved

I woke up in a mental institution

People where running around all over the place

Hard to say what was going on

It was so hard a rock grew from the pit in my heart

And i spit it out, made a fancy necklace of it, a thousand years ago

I held on to that necklace as i fell and skid rapidly down the mountain on banana peels

My fot was caught in the grinder

So i had to stop working the kitchens down under

Some dude told me something, but none of it mattered

None of it

So i made myself an instrument that can play the world like any other instrument kan play people

And i played the world and it swayed to my fancy, moved to my rhytmn

But i got bored so i smashed my instrument and forgot all about it

I even had the idea to be born again, dont really know why

So i was born again and again and again in a repeating cycle

And i started keeping track of time, for some strange reason

My arms became ropes

My head became an enormous machine

The legs where put into theyre sockets like giant bolts

And there was a jolt of energy

Vision flared before me and shapes of walls and trees, beautiful and horrid people, rushed everywhich way before my eyes

To be honest, i dont think i understood how long this would keep on roling, this wheel of life

To be perfectly honest

To be perfectly honest, i forgot what kind of decision it was that got this wheel turning

I guess it was a good one, i just cant seem to remember

I just cant seem to figure it out

As the wheel keep on turning my interpretation keep on turning

Every time it moves a wave of change washes over the world

New things are washed ashore

Old things are washed away to sea

The skin and texture of people will have changed with the wave

"Oh i see" i say to myself every time it happens

"Oh i see, so this is what its like? This is the world of the mortals, this is their joys and their toils."

And then again im wrong cause there is always another wave

And what ever i understood before is washed out to sea again

Only rough shapes of my former interpretation remain

A new era begins, im born again

And then on with it

The whole thing

Out of the hole

Into the cold

Fight to survive

Fight to regain a shred of sanity
Fight in order not to succumb to the lies

In this temporary bullshit state called "civilsation"
The idea of calling 6.000 years of violence "civilisation" calls for laughter
Its nothing short of fascism and genocide in a repeating cycle
Stop this wheel from turning
See through the lies

I was flushed down the toilette
Crawled unto a wide stretch of beach
I was supposed to be a real person again
Not some interchangeable cog in a machine
I was supposed to exist for real
In a place without civilisation
In a place far from bombs and dollars, oil and banks
Far from mass media bullshit carrousell
Far from the throbbing insanity



This is an edited version ment for reading out loud

I was ment to go down under the ice to save people from a submarine

But as i went into the water my body dissolved

I woke up in a mental institution

People where running around all over the place

Hard to say what was going on

A rock grew from the pit in my heart

And i spit it out, made a fancy necklace of it a thousand years ago

I held on to that necklace as i fell and skid rapidly down the mountain

My fot was caught in the grinder

So i had to stop working the kitchens down under

Some dude told me something, but none of it mattered

None of it

So i made myself an instrument that can play the world like any other instrument kan play people

And i played the world and it swayed to my fancy, moved to my rhytmn

But i got bored so i smashed my instrument and forgot all about it

I even had the idea to be born again, dont really know why

So i was born again and again in a repeating cycle

And i started keeping track of time, for some strange reason

My arms became ropes

My head became an enormous machine

The legs where put into theyre sockets

And there was a jolt of energy

Vision flared before me and shapes of walls and trees, beautiful and horrid people, rushed before my eyes

To be honest, i dont think i understood how long this would keep on roling, this wheel of life

To be perfectly honest

To be perfectly honest, i forgot what kind of decision it was that got this wheel turning

I guess it was a good one, i just cant seem to remember

I just cant seem to figure it out

As the wheel keep on turning my interpretation keep on turning

Every time it moves a wave of change washes over the world

New things are washed ashore

Old things are washed away to sea

The skin and texture of people will have changed with the wave

"Oh i see" i say to myself every time it happens

"Oh i see, so this is what its like? This is the world of the mortals, this is their joys and their toils."

And then again im wrong cause there is always another wave

And what ever i understood before is washed out to sea again

Only rough shapes of my former interpretation remain

A new era begins, im born again

And then on with it

The whole thing

Out of the hole

Into the cold

Fight to survive

Fight to regain a shred of sanity
Fight in order not to succumb to the lies

In this temporary bullshit state
The idea of calling 6.000 years of violence "civilisation" calls for laughter
Its nothing short of fascism and genocide in a repeating cycle
Stop this wheel from turning
See through the lies

I was flushed down the toilette
Crawled unto a wide stretch of beach
I was supposed to be a real person again
Not some interchangeable cog in a machine
I was supposed to exist for real
In a place without civilisation
In a place far from bombs and dollars, oil and banks
Far from mass media bullshit carrousell
Far from the throbbing insanity

Recent pcitures

The walls are up! Pictures are a couple of days old, maybe i snap a few more today.

Pictures from the coolest theater in Sweden

Here is some recent pictures from Teatermaskinens home we call Skräppbo. A home that is under construction until 15th of december when all the outer walls, fire protection, electricity, ventilation, water and stuff like that should be done and some guys will come and give us the OK to open it up for the public.

The cat

About a week ago there was a cat at our door. It was friendly, but really sort of quick and nervous. Since then ive fed her every day. Two days ago i let her in as i got an OK from my roommate. She is moving around a lot so its quite hard to capture her with the camera, i guess she is not used to the environment. She sounds quite a lot when she thinks she havent been fed enough, and she wants A LOT of food. So far she has had meatballs, butter, cheese and normal dry catfood from a friend. Ive checked her ears for black lice, examined skin, teeth, muscles and claws and she seems healthy although she has starved for a while so the muscles are atrophied. There is a good chance there are worms in her stomach so i need to get a toilette box for her and medicine to remove the parasite worms from the stomach if there is any. Normally worms will steal norishment and since she eats so much im guessing she is either really efficient in digesting the food or she has worms. Im fairly certain she doesnt belong to anyone, since she suffers from malnutrition she doesnt seem to belong to anyone. If she DO belong to anyone, they dont deserve to have a nice cat like that. Dont know what to call her so for now she is called "The cat". Any suggestions? This is what she looks like.

Sign

I made this for the bottom portion of the DJ table, with directions from Jocke who had the idea that we should hide the table, a really hideous workbench kind of table so it was a good idea. Took about as long to make as a drawing, even though its about 2x1 metres.

I went cannoeing

Before the burning land party i just had to get away and i found a really peacefull place with the cannoe.

Backens

This is an old farm from the 17th century that teatermaskinen takes care of. In mid october Jocke and Leffe made pizza there and we sold that and beer to a full house, around 40 people was all we could fit. The building behind the tree is an old wharehouse with a stage build behind it... Now that i think about it maybe i should have snapped a photo of that to.

My apartment in Riddarhyttan

Here is where i live nowadays. Me and a couple of other people, depending on whats going on. My bunk is the bed on the left in the third photo from the top. I didnt take any pictures of Timothys bunk since he got a lot of stuff lying around, but theres one more small bedroom with two bunks in it.

Rehersal with Clyde

I was asked to snap photos for the rehersal of "Hamlet machine", a production of teatermaskinen together with a french director called Clyde. I took over a hundred pictures so this is just a few of them.

The rehersal may seem kind of messy, and it is. But thats how the cookie crumbles when you want to get a lot of things done.