Kieran Sperring - The great wall
A variety of animals live inside of us. From them, the most painful is the human being, due it is possessed by the strain of will towards desire. Humans loosen the earth around situational issues like space weavers. Humans are both animals and existentialism drives. Border creators, border transgressors; humans found the ability to loose themselves with just one idea. Even madness is just the idea in regard to madness. Oh! Sweet madness, a strength of confusion about self pecularities; the concussion of being alive, consciousness of existence and fear to infinity. Without madness, some of us wouldn't be able to recognize who we are in the middle of the rest. We must know that we exist as ourselves. We are afraid of not being individuals clearly identified; mostly, recognized. Madness is never an obvious choice, but a terrible desire hidden underneath mnemic traces, a will to runaway in front of the absence of love.
Human behavior, animal behavior. Human racks, atomic minds. Human hearts can build walls where before breathed the open land. To perform, to exert, to reward. To forbid, to fake, to die. Have you ever heard them cry? Have you ever been with one, lost in the night? Have you loved one with all your heath? Beyond the cold of the dark sky? If you did, if you ever fall apart for the disappearance of one, if you have a heart of glass, you know also how to yelp to the frozen stars in front of a great wall and never get back to where you were at.
Human behavior, animal behavior. Human racks, atomic minds. Human hearts can build walls where before breathed the open land. To perform, to exert, to reward. To forbid, to fake, to die. Have you ever heard them cry? Have you ever been with one, lost in the night? Have you loved one with all your heath? Beyond the cold of the dark sky? If you did, if you ever fall apart for the disappearance of one, if you have a heart of glass, you know also how to yelp to the frozen stars in front of a great wall and never get back to where you were at.
Human chimeras with fantasy wraps. We are pushed to existence, by existence itself. The priest said to me "pray and regret", the psychiatrist said to me "take your pill and stare", the teacher said to me "listen and learn". Who knows which one is a must! No one, I guess, but the life, with all its love and pain.
A variety of masks cover us. One for each time. From them, the most painful is the black one, due it is represented by the vacuum of the heart. Animals loosen their humanity around emotional issues like angels seekers. Animals are both humans and instincts drives. Survival masters, survival frameworks; animals found the ability to loose themselves with natural tendencies. Even wildness is just the perform in regard to primeval sensations. Oh! Incessant sensations, a strength of reminiscences about joy and aches; the concussion of being invested, symptoms of death and ephemeral excitement. Without wildness, some of us wouldn't be able to perform who we are in the middle of the rest. We must know that we can affect others as part of the rest. We are in the needing of being common, after all. Wildness is always a transitory urge, a runaway from control.
Animal behavior, human behavior. Both are looking after for an immensity where to guard from time. Both are looking after for a finiteness to be sole and, still, remain within the whole. Is in the solitude when the chest is drier, is in the highness where the voice is louder, and is in the love −present or absent− where the heart throbs harder.
Samuli Heimonen - With my own eyes
Tempore spiritus:
oramus homines et animalia
amare et amari
amare et amari
