I say, that I don’t say
That or anything else
Which might take from me
My holy-given hands and feet.
A Rand is the curator’s subtile reference,
The macho-bureaucrat pushes workaholic’s CDU preference
Mario Savio underlines the speech on man-made potence!
With a flower and some sweat,
I do promise you, The Lourdes Almighty Lady,
I for sure can stop the industrial threat.
Human dignity or artist slavery
Social justice by our hands or
Social democracy by states’ own friends?
I, I will always stand for humans.
I venerate both groups and individuals.
But tell me please for righteousness’ sake,
Is it ‘somehow possible that we are all stuck,
And this poetic socialism is probably a bit fake?
The definition of art by Jenifer Allen
Everything was all together,
And then they split.
Not before the Renaissance, I mean
I mean, you know the split,
the Kantian split, I mean.
I mean the fucking fuck,
You know, I mean it was him who did
the fucking needed fusion,
I mean, this is all we need:
Not good, not true, not useful, not beautiful!
I mean, listen to this rythm,
This is the first song about feminism.
installasjonsbilde fra Ingensteds 12. februar 2014 foto: Alf Martin Lie