His story - a rant
 

Right now I'm in the state of mind where I'm only concerned about what seems to be right, without any concern about self. Ego is not present at this moment.

This kind of moment is the most efficient kind of moment there is.

Just now I was talking to other sources. You can call me telepathic.

We were "talking" about a movie called: his story

It began with a lightning very much like in the bible or like big bang.

Then I saw Moses. He was black and had five dreads. He had ten fingers and ten toes and thus his number was twenty.

Then I saw Siddharta Gautama known as Buddha. He was a small child smiling a wise and humble smile and nature was beautifully in harmony around him.

And I saw him searching for world redemption through ascetic discipline.

And I saw him at last sitting under a tree smiling once again, happy as can be.

Then I saw Palestine and the Jewish, right in the centre of the world. And I thought to myself: When are those fanatics that call themselves Jews and Muslims going to stop.

Those two beautiful people. Jews, wise and talented. Muslims, strong and colourful.

The conflict of Jews and muslins has turned into a global issue. The white man has put Israel in the middle east and so called Muslim fundamentalists have become known as the terrorist when killing innocent people by blowing himself and others into pieces with explosives. And thus: In Babylon Muslims are the enemy .

And the white man went to Africa. He took what wasn't his. Brought the African to be a slave in America. What he didn't know was that this would lead to Jazz and so on.

And so on?
Marcus Jarvey. Malcolm X. Martin Luther King. Bob Marley...

Some are cool runnin', some are militant.

The conflict of black and white is now finally coming closer to a rest.

What is Babylon?

Babylon is a global community which is afraid of the different. They agree on what is right and what is wrong and feel strong together.

But in Babylon there are diseases. Alcoholism and women and child abuse. And if you are a paedophile for an example, then hate is what you will receive from everyone.

I once met a girl in a closed psychiatric institution. I immediately liked her. She was proud and beautiful. I fell in love and tried to win her heart. She accepted me as her friend and she told me that her father had had sex with her. She told me about the situation her father was in now after she had told about it. I pitied her and took a stand against her father. Since then she never talked to me again. I remember the disappointment in her eyes looking at me.

Much later I understood that I had been just another Babylonian to her, trying to victimize her and trying to make her father out to be the enemy.

So my conclusion today looking back is that the concept of paedophilism is just as much a disease of Babylon as of the perpetrator.

So, just be a brother man and don't judge no one.

In case of a human predator that kidnaps, rapes and kills a child I can only hope God has a place in heaven for this child and that the laws of nature will take care of the predator.

So what can one do to make a better world and prevent tragedy?

If we let go of the Babylon concept and look at human beings and family we see that we live in generations.

A critical institution for the communication of two generations is school. In school and family respect is a mutual necessity. The number one problem today is that the adult generation doesn't know who they are. And how shall the children respect figures that hasn't come to even with themselves.

I sometimes wish God would give the adult generation of today some extra time to find themselves. I believe every grown up has to reach his/her personal enlightenment.

Be aware thou that just sitting smoking ganja and listening to Pink Floyd or such won't take you there. There is a reality that one has to be ready to confront.

So, if I bush doctor would describe a recipe for the Babylonian, I say: Search inwards, facing outwards.

And as always, when you try to be clever you'll always end up in a paradox.

can you give me the shit you have been smokin?

cos after a long day at work where ill be unemployed soon, i'd love to have some of that shit

...please

It's not what you smoke. It's what you drop. Lysergic acid diethylamide - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Not to dismiss the OP entirely, but this kind of revelation is something I've seen exhibited by people on LSD.

I can't remember all what I have BEEN smokin' thrue life. But when writing this it was pure tobacco, without added ingredient.

All Hail The Great Jazz...

all trails lead to You oh great one

The title still remains the same as of this viewing (which helps me none at all to comprehend the premise; whose story is this?).

And I would have liked to respond, but the entire outline of the original post is more akin to a creative diatribe of pulled-contextual historical figures and locations to issue a point, one in which I cannot readily understand right now. Reads more like a journal entry, it has no real entry point to discussion, or a query for us to ponder on; I wonder if this is supposed to be like a dream interpretation or something else.

Is it an analogy? Yes, I can see it, though anyone is free to make their own, and may not particularly understand this one, and would be quick to dismiss it because of that missed connection.


Here's my try: bow35, to put it succinctly, are we, as philosophical human beings, supposed to simply accept the nature of our world as a "real not nice place", and though we are free to interject if we'd like, would it be just best to lend a shoulder, and just understand that whatever we accomplish ourselves cannot alter our eventual course? Is this what you stated above, abridged?

yes
 

"Here's my try: bow35, to put it succinctly, are we, as philosophical human beings, supposed to simply accept the nature of our world as a "real not nice place", and though we are free to interject if we'd like, would it be just best to lend a shoulder, and just understand that whatever we accomplish ourselves cannot alter our eventual course? Is this what you stated above, abridged?"

I think you've understood me better than I at first did myself.

But there is a meaning in existence. Hope.

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I sit with my gods on the line. My brothers and sisters. And I try to explain what this thred is about. It's really about self, development, movin' forward, feeling good and at the same time facing reality. Why I post it in politics is because I feel political when I write it. Isreal, Palestine, Bob Marley, Moses (is black!), Babylon, paedophilism, school. This is politics. International and domestic. I guess I'm searching for that holy dogmatic answer.

When something
contradicts itself,
something's true.

When dogma answers,
you must consider the source
& then question it.

Good luck with your search,
on the way realizing:
YOU THINK FOR YOURSELF.

I must concider him and his story.

Space, body 3-dimentional
Spirit, soul 1 dimentional

I can't remenber but
my creation escapes me
time.

"They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." - B. Franklin
"There ought to be limits to freedom." - George W. Bush
"We have met the enemy and he is us." - Pogo

Get up stand up don't give up the fight. Bob Marley
do you remember the days of slavery. Roots traditional
All we need is love. The Beatles
+Teatcher, leave us kids alone. Pink Floyd

I remember the spell, the fundamental psycosis.
Bushdoctor
Heavy Mental.
Faki
What are we?
I think for myself.
I'm not. I am

Besides everything, bow35, what do you want?

Maybe self expression?

Self expression is very much what I'm looking for. Expressing feelings and crazy philosopy, thougths. Space and body both exist in the fysical world of 3-dimentions and Spirit and soul both exist in time-dimention only (and time is 1-dimentional). Feelings on the other hand is an ablolut reality wich is beyond dimentions. Just an observation. I could be wrong of caurse, but atleast I expressed what was on my mind.
"Heavy Mental" is a play with words, the union of Heavy Metal and Mental.

:thumbsup:

From our vantage, maybe time. But I feel soul exists without it, & spirit flies. I only asked to be friendly, & because I wondered. I think we could have a good time playing with words, together.

Maybe soul without time is alone.
'Cause creation and future can only be done together.
And sadness and sorrow has a time.
Feeling has time. Time is allways present in my life.
The past my memories also has time.

Movin' grovin'
there's no end.
Just gates and stations.
Traditional tourist

The children will guide us
Safe, here with my family
In time with my brothers and sisters, my generation.
Roots, generations and children.
Only, lonly I have no time.
I'm not, I am
tick tack
life death.
hope dispear
love hate
I & I

I can't say I haven't done that,
nor that I'm not attempting not to do so.

Riding the train is as fun as it seems, much better than any wagon.

...falling off is a problem.

falling off? im having trouble staying on this thread..but bow is growing on me..just

I think OCM & bow may understand each other better than any of us ever can, expressive & poetic as they both seem to be.

something about wavelength dave...

Agreed

I do enjoy reading both their posts, not the same ole stuff ya see every day thats for sure.

"im having trouble staying on this thread..but bow is growing on me..just"

Writing and posting His story and the process that followed has released me from a prisson. Now a door has opened and poetry expression is comming to me.
This migth sound dramatic , and sure, I have had poetry comming to me before, but never the less I feel I have come to a new station on my journey.

Downgrading your frissons is counter-productive.

Italics aside,
if your sayings are just,
then you can trust them.

Downgrading frissions is part of a major problem that I am struggeling with.
Simply, lack of confidence.
Philosophicly:
Have my confidence been damaged on the way
i.e. I don't deserve it, but I do it to myself!?

bad karma
"that's life" - James Brown

One day you will be the older and you will wonder why youth around you look at you with lost eyes, they won’t see the past the way you do, and they don't see as much of it. We elders see it twice, we see your youth and our youth with both eyes, eyes of our past and eyes of your future, and eyes of our future too, we have been where you are, don't doubt that.

Don’t save time for me to catch up with your idea of reality, mine is much here and soon over, I don’t need to live the life of my children to understand living, we have been where you are, don't doubt it.

Babylon, babbling languages in time spoken from tongues that wag a story to just fill the void, she loves the image and hates the vision, he betrayed not just her, he betrayed his entire generation, love stolen and forsaken by a father who will torment his offspring generation for EVER……. There is no Babylon making laws here, just because babble says its wrong doesn’t make it so…… there is, however, a monster needing to be caged.

She will grow or not, but to hurt one you love so deeply and profoundly is wrong, regardless of your station, gate, door to hell where he will hopefully fall through, to destroy ones own generational birth is death verily, her fathers life value was his greatest achievement and his greatest destruction, for himself and for his following generations.

It is the adults who have survived being molested who scream stop…… they scream it for a reason, it’s wrong, not Babylon babbling wrong, atomic bomb wrong.

Jazz (to a degree) originated as an expressive outlet for pain, pain is suffered for myriad reasons and all colors enjoyed the creation of misery no one color owns misery any better or any more, than another: white sold white, white sold black, black sold black, black sold white, sold red, sold yellow, sold pink and blue and purple, humans sold other humans, and some still do. Music moves in generations and spurts of testimonials in history and hers. Music declares time and youth and pain and growth are movements of moments that repeat and repeat again through the ages it just gets louder as you get older, so it seems older people don’t hear it as well, well, we’ve heard the same beat as you, we’re just tired of the noise, noise we created too.

Babylon is your creation to blame the man for the pain you suffer, but the “man” (society’s laws) isn’t Babylon, the individual is, and the uneducated seem to follow any bull horn being blown. Blame is a game that self serves explanations to dress a harmony of bad keys and try to make it whistle a tune, it still sounds rotten. Trying to justify socially destructive behavior as bad merely because the “man” says its bad is ludicrous, pain is universal, like music, it either sings to your happy place or it takes you to a bad one.

Try not to be so hard on us old people, we have done the best we know how…… you will be here one day……. we really are your greatest advocates in living and have been all along, your generation sees us through the same glasses we saw our parents and grandparents through, they are eternally dirty and scratched so the images age blurred by previous generations who underappreciated their elders and now Babylon tells you to do the same thing, and your listening, this time its your friends and your generations’ babblings.

Life happens when your least ready to enjoy it and pain when your least able to prevent it and anger when your least able to extinguish it, life happens when you let it and when you participate without preconceived notions of societies yoke, you can plow your own field and plant your own garden and build your own stations where trains can deliver to you those who need your depth of emotional thought and strength from surviving life within your own head, you gain this with reasoning that injustices are truly just that, unjust.

Don’t sell out to inequalities just because your generations Babylon tells you.

People who feel deeply, feel the pains of others more and want to remove this pain, they are willing to take the pain because they believe they can handle it (as accustomed to pain we become) and want so very much to end another’s sufferings, as I can see you understand how to survive with emotional pain and how to fight for that survival.

But many people won’t give their pain up simply because they are afraid they can’t live outside the pain, it is all they/we know. When you live life with excessive feeling everyday, extreme emotions everyday, you find it hard to understand people who have average lives, it becomes almost fantasy that people live without all the mental baggage of their youth, but that baggage is not theirs, never has been, never will be and they will never understand what it is like to carry it, Good for them, if everyone experienced life as hard or emotionally as you appear or your friend (girl victimized, and yes, she was) or all those others who have suffered, we as a people would not know the reality of true survival and fundamental hope, hope that tomorrow will bring the answers we seek, the answers to questions only victims can ask.

You have a valuable lesson to teach, survival inside the greatest jungle, ones own mind, don’t give up. This IS life, my friend, it only gets better if you let it and if you look for that better each and every day. The more grateful for each day of life you are, the more great each day will become there after. Peace is within you, befriend it.

When you accept who you are, the inadequacies fall away and when you allow yourself to like who you are, self-confidence replaces them. It will come, don't doubt it, it will come.

p.s. I know who I am, I am your friend, I am your mother, I am your sister, I am your brother, I am your neighbor, I am you. I am human and I am the best human I know how to be and I am saddened that you don't seem to see who I am, just as you feel I don't see who you are, older people are not your Babylon, you are your own Babylon and personal enlightenment ends only when your dead, we "adults" started looking for it at your age and younger for some, and we questioned our elders too, I hear music repeating.

respect.

I know the blame game.
And it has been a battle since '95 for me.
I lived in Barcelona and the plug of my conscience was removed. I was also introducesed to the arabic and rasta mystic by a wicked guru.
I entered a station in life where I whould experince alot of blame and feeling guilty.
My guru was my enemy at many times.
I whould reason with myself that I deserved missary because of bad things I couldn't remember I had done. Call it self denial.
Then suddenly I whould be filled with holy confidence and proceed in my mission.
Today I'm looking for something else.
World redemption is still what I wish.
But I know now that it has to happen on my own terms.

...not ranting becomes a lot easier when you know someone's listening, doesn't it?

Idyllic! Wow.

peace and love
I want to post a pice of music I made the other day
but I need 15 posts before I can post a link.

Sharon once told me
Posts in nonsense never count
but you should try it.

No nonsense
Mental slavery

I wanna love ya'
it ends with you.

must tell the news
it's my holy story
the fundamental psychosis

In a peacefull competion
there are no applause
'cause what's a rigtheous winner or looser?

Keep goin bow, 2 more posts and you can post a link. Quality posts of course.......:paranoid:

What is the holy punk music?

The holy has surrendered to Jah
and the punk is a rebell.
The holy writes his story
and the punk refuse it. or what!?

But there's an answer:
is the ska train.

Here's the famous link: http://www.henriklarssonbauman.com/musik/ras.mp3
I try in this pice to talk as I sing and make rythm.

I listen: Do you remember being in the womb? My younger son says I'm insane to think so, but I'm sure I do.

OCM, you make me smile :).

I would like to believe
it sounds like waves softly crashing
on a shore, rolling in from a distance,
growing louder and softer,
the sweetest lullaby,
the sweetest lullaby.
Winds through the trees,
winds though the grains of wheat,
gulls crying and leaves rustling.
I miss my MOM!!!!!

I don't remember anything before "K" and very little before 5th grade, I thank God often.

I dont either.

I need to take a poetry class, I may be incapable even if.

No, I just imagen.

a preview

and we wonder
and we cry
and the moment passes by,
and we linger in our tears
until sunshine dries our fears,
so we laugh
until the bells toll
on the hills beyond the forest,
you can see them
through the trees
if you look hard enough.

i knew it would happen.

What's confronting us?
I submit it's from behind
& too internal.

now i think
you've read my mind
if i look close
could it be
i might find....
the answers to my questions....?

looking back at you
 

To be totally sold to someone you can't reach
I realize
I'm the great imposture
But there's one part that is missing

King of kings
lord of lords
are you psychopatic?
nazi dredd

I have media
a stage
senses

two examples
and a general rule
and you build a pyramid
king of kings
lord of lords
teacher, spread your ideology!

there has to be something inbetween
if there's a distance
air is invisible
but you can sense it when you breathe
nature is a thret
but not an enemy

What all our kids want
is a feeling of control:
You know who took it?

You know what takes it
as we theorize ourselves?
Lack of certainty -

The fear of knowing
that the long time, going on,
is getting shorter.

Still & all,
here's a solution;
Show yourselves.

They'll recognize you are them,
& indeed that they want to be you,
only somewhat happier.

-Maybe they can pass it along.
...........-It's easier on a farm.
.....................-& not an Animal Farm.

Not to walk around in the same footprints
I have to learn
I have to reflect

To get out of the crisis
is a paradox

Giving up
and back to square one
again and again

Or
giving up
and back to square ten

The lonly
that tries to tell his story,
get in contact
is dismissed
because he is pathetic

I rarely call "foul!",
but my new friend, 35,
such thoughts won't help us.

While the candles burn away,
You see the wax run, disappearing,
not unknowing where it goes.

History unfolds
as written by the winners;
and as it happens.

I
stretch my fingers
stretch my toes
tilt my head
and scratch my nose
close my eyes
and open my mouth
awaiting words to come tumbling out,
silent though
the room is quiet
listening closely
only stillness responds in echoes so loud
my ears hurt….
what is this I hear,
clickity clack the story
is red and written.

removed and re-digested it flows easier now.

They helped ME. It's a documentation of what I observed turned into an expression, rather than an opinion.

removed and re-digested, it does flow easier now, doesn't it?

"The lens we see life through is a family heirloom." unknown

Good morning.

I take that personally, and my answer is that I still have to continue to digest, give up and try, again and again till I find myself. I say this because I've gotten used to the impossible.

And when you find yourself you'll realize it's that journey that defines you, struggle though we will........, just to see the earth circle the sun IS an accomplishment.

The words you share shower your soul and by writing and then reading them you wash away the hours past and journey forward,
this journey defines us all, we are who we live each day and each day is a gift wrapped in a challenge, some are just easier than others.

We can only know ourselves by opening each challenge, and recognizing its gift, for each gift is part of the present you.

Well put, Idyllic,
I must concur with all that.
I was reacting.

I'm afraid your post, bow, sounded like a saddened sign-off, & I wished otherwise. It's not like I haven't inserted depressing non-sequiturs at random intervals. Please accept this expression of my opinion, & my apologies.

That's the great thing about poetry, once one writes it, the meaning no longer belongs to them exclusively, the meaning morphs to fulfill the readers interpretation...... rarely, without obvious conclusions, does one truly understand exactly what the poet is trying to convince us, by we somehow feel what they meant to convey.....

What those who write of feelings must remember is that it doesn't really matter what the readers believe we wrote about, it only matters if they feel something, if they experience something familiar from the written words alone.

We feel you bow35, your not alone, we may not understand your exact words or interpret them precisely as you wish, but we feel them, or we wouldn't even be here posting "with" you. :)

Namaste OCM, I learned a new word today, thanks you. A redeemable day after all, for life really is all about the small pleasures and umbrella'd drinks. So Sweet.

My post was again a release. A release of artistic pondering. And not a sign-off of any kind. No offense taken from your reaction. Just made me think of how powerful internet media is to us. How we get affected by the words written on the net.

Idyllic: You guys posting with me gives me great joy and something to think of in the evenings when I want to relax from the doings of the day in "the city". Art and therapy are siblings.

´cause I'm a Zulu figther
that sold my body
Like a Yoga figther
that is sold to somebody
he can't reach.
'cause I'm a slave to Jah

And to her my love
she was a witch.
she was mother
and she was nature

And your birth, was profound and worthy......
A day of rejoicing in the original gift of life.

Volcanoes and floods and death still,
Mother nature never means it personal,
Living just happens to be painful.

My grandmother used to tell me, "Life is good if you just don't weaken", but sometimes we don't get to choose when weakness arrives, it just does, still we can chose to decide if life is good. For me, it is a whole lot easier to find life good when I can expose the weakness and have help with not only its acceptance, but also help in being strong enough to live with it.

bwah, bwah, bwah..... I'm so full of bs, weakness sucks.... it's hard and lonely and self-confining, it's institutionalizing and embarrassing and just down right sad..... but I will not let it win, so in the end, somewhere deep inside me, and you and everyone who fights daily with their own personal weaknesses, we are strong. I have a gift to open, want to share the challenge?

It's another beautiful day.... my favorite gift of all. :)

Yes I
love is the power of the weak
I have experienced it myself
the more hard times we go thrue
the more we are left to love
and the more we emancipate

And what you are wrting is not bs to me.

I heard of something called witness literature.
It's when you write even what you don't agree with
but are a witness of.

We have a Swedish author named Maj Gull Axelsson
She wrote a book: Rosario is dead.
It's a heavy load
but because it doesn't state an opinion
but rather just documents a tragedy
it's worth reading

Have anybody heard of this genre, witness literature?

Mine did too.
Grandmas have wisdom,
which they earned.

Two random 'musements
should kick-start motivations
writing history:

(I hope)

Don't beg to differ,
as our meanings are many,
that's all we can do.

Humanity's fellowship
is a myth & very dangerous
& not to be discouraged.

I wish you could read my notebook.

:paranoid:

Do beg to differ,
as your meaning is the only one you have,
that's all you can do.

Humanitys fellowship
is a mystical thing & not at all dangerous
It starts with you
and ends with you.

trying desperately hard
to make a connection & grow it
is always worth the effort.

just need a little
water, sunshine
and love, always love,

even when the
raindrops sting
they feed you.

You come thrue the sun
shining on me
frying my skin
brother, sister.

I have some lotion
& the will to rub it on
if you will let me.

Some fanatical rationalists
would have you believe as they're wanting you to.
Belief in yourself's more important.

& an irrelevant:

If I knew where my brains went,
communication, far less painful,
would surely be ensuing.

Swinglish
 

Karin

Awake again
I can't pretend
and it was the end
allready long time ago
I was sleeping
how long have I've been dreaming
with all my mind

Ahhhh loosing my religion
steeling my blues
I'm not sputid
won't fool me twice
bajs

(What's bajs?)

Doom's not always a bad thing,
if possibilities make you think,
& you enjoy doing so.

Anticipating your doom
is something like waiting for Xmas
since you know it's on its way.

"bajs" is Swedish for crap, shit, poo, duty

When a friend of mine married a Swede, I tried to learn a little. I didn't learn that one.

...How's your story coming?

It's comming along mostly in Swedish theese days. I have been asked to hold a lecture in "psychological unhealth" in oktober so I'm focusing on writing about my life and my meeting with the proffesional psychiatry from a patient perspective. What has happened here on tilted forum is one of the (possitive) keys to my lecture.

Hip psycho

When I had to do the military service
I was a hip psycho
and the psychiatrist got afraid of me
Oh, how I have paid for my ways

I talked to Ras on the phone
a brother man close to me

I belive
not in Dja
not in God
not in myself
I belive

Beside myself with pleasure,
I still feel so self-contained,
that outside's peripheral.

...y'know, as a perspective on unhealth...

Yes, I've been thinking about your words the last days.
theese words in perticular:

Beside myself with pleasure,
I still feel so self-contained,
that outside's peripheral.

I think of the third eye
the eye that observes reality detached from dualism (happy and sad, rigth and wrong, and so on)
and I think of celestial beings in space (such a being has a peripheral outside, a never ending darkness, and then an occasional brother star in the distance)

I've been thinking of inside peripheries, & about where we really exist.

random:

A poison so smart
it targets your enemies
will still bite your ass.

& the song "Gimme Back My Bullets" has been running through my head.

"Some days are diamonds..."

When a mosquito bites me
it inserts a poision
not very smart of him
cause it stings
and causes me to kill him.

Behaving that way
has unfortunate aspects.
We know what we've done.

Insects with poison
don't think of what they're doing,
but only do it.

Did you know I called Halx a poisonous hypnotic, once?
Do you know why no one will play with me?

...neither do I.

Who's Halx?
and are you sure I will be a mosquito?

Halx is a man with a dangerous brain I admire. I'm sure you are not a mosquito.

Creativity conspires
to expand by itself with others.
Isn't that unusual?

unusual true...
and truly captivating.

a mosquitos bite,
the greatest inoculation,
my first vaccine,
and I am one with my brothers,
bitten.

a mosquito bites
I have surrendered
and the poision is suddenly my elexir

The Potions I Take.

I sat on the porch last night.
I listened north & south & within.
I heard too much, but liked it.

Then again, blocking things out
avoids all the discomforts they give.
I reject most pesticides.

I banned deet,
my skin so soft,
bugs bite lightly,
small bother they are.
"a" von nature,
"b" cause it is so,
sometimes I no see um,
but I am happy,
and smell sweet.

One's unique understanding
of the history they come within
is so nearly the same thing.

-where's bow?

just reading, listening. Not producing much new myself.
I finished my Swedish studies and past with "well aproved".
Now I have holidays, planning to start a company any day now.

I'd like to be your employee.

It will take a while before I can employ.
The main idea is to sell this picture as a postcard or such: http://www.henriklarssonbauman.com/t...erikanskan.JPG

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I put my picture "The American woman" on Tradekey (a trade platform) and wrote this:

I'm an artist offering my beautiful art work for prints on postcards, callendars, t-shirts, mugs etc for commission in return.

This is my first "inqury":

Date 6/12/2010
Subject artware
Message
Dear Sir or Madom :

We are the company of (Elernal Way International Enterprise Limited) .

As the request of our customer and the need of our market , we need import a batch of (The American woman)from your company. If you are interested in it, please connect with us by E-mail or fax as soon as possible.
Please send your catalogue and the pricelist to my mailbox
E-mail:hkthgj@vip.163.com
Waiting for receiving the catlogue and the details of your commodity.

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Name: Li qidong
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Company: eternal way international enterprise limited
Email: hkthgj@hkthgj.com
Address: unit, 15/F, cheuk nang plaza, 250 hennessy road, wanchai
Guangdong 518102, Hong Kong
Phone:852-755-29634250
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This is what I wrote in return:

Dear Li qidong

Thank you for your inqury on (The American woman).
I'm quite sure that the best way for your company to get a batch of (The American woman) is to use a printer in Hong Kong that can print postcards from this file: http://henriklarssonbauman.com/tavlor/amerikanskan.html It must be more cost effective for the both of us if your company answers for the production of (The American woman). What I ask for is a commission for every print. I propose a commission of 10 cent for a postcard.

Yours sinserly
Henrik Larsson

As you can see the idea is to find someone who thinks he can make money off my images and I just sit back and collect the commission.

bow35, ^^^that's beautiful! Soft and sharp, deep and seemingly longing, colorful and monochromatic at the same moment, moving and still, I am waiting for her to speak or smile or maybe just sigh. Nice work. Thank you for sharing her with us. :)

You're welcome :)
everytime someone says something nice about my artwork it's a boost for my religion.
But can I make it as a buisnessman?
comments on my buisness writing?

Hip politic

It affects me
when my brother
when my sister
has an opinion.
It makes me happy
makes me loyal.
But never the less
I man try to
stay "objective".

Comments on my buisness writing please!

bow, I have no head for figures, sorry.

But a figure for ....,
happiness that enjoys,
the beauty of living
and opinions of
all beauty, even ugly ones,
are, unintentionally, nonobjective.
This world reared me,
I am proud,
to call humanity my siblings,
even with much rivalry.

I do wish I could help you re: the business aspect, it's just not my forte'.

Acknowledging history,
so much as it moves by fits & starts,
even with constant input.

How's tricks, my fellows?
Proceeding apace with joy?
I'd like to hear more.

"American Woman" is striking, Bow. All I can suggest regarding business writing is proof-reading. Let's hear more of the story!

What's happened latetly is that I've been engaged in the handicap council in the local district. I'm representing people with psycological dissabillities. And I like my new assignment. I was allready engaged in an association for social and mental health and now with my new possition in the district I have more power to make a difference. I basically listen to my fellow "psychos" and speak for them in the official room. Simply: I'm a spokesman.

At the same time I whould like to "spread I" as an artist. And I'm getting more and more serious about promoting my artwork.

My girlfriend is having serious difficulties with her medicines. She gets all kinds of terrible side effects. And I wish I could help her more.

What also worries me is that I seem to need beer to have quallity time when it's just me, myself and I.

Tonigth I feel peace.
http://www.henriklarssonbauman.com/musik/xoli.mp3

I heard peace at first,
then a need to go and do,
behind reflection.

Staring into flames;
tasting echoes from the woods -
somehow I hear you.