Sluik self interview 1.8

She seemed to have stopped at the key moment and right in front of the door when she heard guns! It was actually really good she dropped by yesterday. And it could have taken a lot of pressure of the cattle if she had not turned around and left immediately again. All is quiet now on her end and she probably did not need many words to explain herself if she had. Some background info would have been very fruitful. There is a big chance now nothing ever gets any clearer than this. It is always good to hear the other side of the story. It completes the truth of the confident and shakes the fundamentals of the dishonest. All this useless aggression... disguised as misunderstood phrases... uncivilized clumsiness if it comes to dealing with the other sex. Yes, i used the word guns and i lowered my voice like i wanted to scare somebody but she could have known i did not mean it that way. There are no guns here and if there are they are not loaded. Can not stop joking around... but is it not called shooting what photographers do? Susan help me out here! Did you not write that the camera is actually marketed and sold as a predatory weapon!

Question: She died a few years ago. What now?

Answer: I count the characters of this opening and halfway the word dropped in the second sentence it is already 140. I really have to practice more to become a devoted twitter...

Q: The ultimate goal is a web-novel in 140 characters... the full coverage of the history of mankind in 140 characters... or just a scientific report on the inevitable extinction of human intelligence within 140 generations beginning in your family in 140 characters or worse the explanation to the ultimate and perfect web page resembling a black Malevich painting made by somebody like Tilbake or even Tilbud in 140 characters? Oh, let me read a Manifest in Twitter! Airplane emergency instructions in 140 characters? Mayday, Mayday, we are going down, Yahoo and Yippee?

A: No wonder nobody takes me seriously. Obviously i have never twittered in my life let alone seen a twitter and already i act like, or better, am a perfect old grumpy farting big ass.

Q: Pffft, thought it was someone else? At the door i mean, yesterday?

A: I am with limited or no expectations. I had some though but left them gradually along the road. But i do not want to go into that direction. Let me take a turn and get away from the silly gun-incident. That will all fall in it's place. I have no worries. O.K, i guess i started here about twitter because i need so many words just to get going. I could not do without the words around the keywords. So back to the root: this whole business started with the remark of Bratu in that interview where he called himself an empirical artist and i thought that was funny. So, let me ask a question: How do i look at art empirically? Can i? May i? Does it make a difference for others?

Q: So Carla ...?

A: Forget her Q, she is a puppet who died in an air raid in 1955!! Let me answer my own questions!

Q: i did not start, did i?

You say yes, i say no, you say stop and i say go go go!

Photo: Sluik goes on confession along the main road into Chania early June 2009.

Sluik self interview 1.7

Answer: Unfortunately it was and is nothing or nobody. Anyway: Peter Wessel Tordenskiold was the ???? and 1879 was the year. I double checked in a real printed Norwegian lexicon today.

Question: Am i Viking enough to do that?

A: No... but who cares.

Q: I am honest? Is anybody honest? Does true honesty exist?

A: Shit, i was wrong. Stop right there now. Easy does it. Hands up! Gun down!

Sluik self interview 1.6

Question: Let me continue with a question about this blogging Carla. What made Carla suddenly stop writing on her page about me and the old brainless?

Answer: No comments.

Q: She seemed to have stopped at the key moment of the affair and right in front of the first door.

A: No comments.

Q: When and IF she picks up her feather again will she really reveal everything? Limitless and regardless i mean and not considering anybody else's feelings or privacy? Will she do that? Does she do all this out of love and care or is there something dirty cooking...

A: No comments.

Q: Does Senis know about this?

A: Haha! I make myself laugh now. Can i move on and stop blabbering and looking for smoke?

Q: The Spotlight Kid! First record I bought from my first honest earnings, long time no hear! O.K, i focus: how am i now? Oh, I have so many questions. Is the train going too fast or did it actually never leave this station or is it not a train but a boat and can it sink? Did Bratu get lost on Swiss Ararat while looking for a rare animal couple to bring home? Still a nice guy? Me? What am i made of and am i on my fittest. Do i fit? Am i going somewhere? Is this going somewhere. Are we going somewhere? Do i realize how serious i take all this? Is black humor racist? Do things matter? I mean in a big way. Do I really stop drinking water from plastic bottles until i die thinking it makes a difference? Will i be there when i die? Why some people die before me and others after? And how many before and how many after?

A: Wait, give me some time to answer or even to think...

Q: Do answers matter and do they make a difference? And how much difference do answers make and for how long? Is thinking good or bad? Is a person heard if he or she talks even to one other person. I know, it is the old story but: do we hear when we speak and speak again after we hear? Can i give time or should I just take it? Is time really so relevant? Am i alone and with how many alone? Maybe I should get myself lost and found too! Do I want to hear my answers? What is relativity really, if i think of it more than once. Does it fit me and do i still fit? Do i ever listen to somebody else? Do others matter? Getting tired of this...

A: Me too, so let me finish today with the following anecdote:

There was this old man in the garden. He was really old: 94. And he spoke a little of German and English. He studied Theology in his time and i think he also was a teacher in it, later. But he already stopped decades ago, also bothering about that. He told me he was born the same day as ???? I never heard of this person and have forgotten the name now, but it seemed really important for him. I had to ask my Hilde later and she said it was some Norwegian hero from the 17th century. So i told him that i was born on the same day as Albert Einstein. He replied that he had been in his place of birth. He took a little thinking time and said: Donau – Ulm! When was that, i asked. Oh, I remember clearly he said, it was in the year of the world exhibition in Brussels, 1958 and I went there on a moped. During our talk a plate with slices of mango and kiwi were served. He ate it all. Then he said he was still frequently swimming in the fjord near his house and that it got him into the local paper recently. I was not listening anymore. Too busy thinking about the year Einstein was born. I went inside the house and looked it up in Wikipedia. When i came back in the garden the moment had passed to continue the beautiful conversation we could have had.

Q: Sssh, think i heard something or body.

Photo: Sunset on Løvstakken 21 June 2009. Sluik makes a difference and waves at himself.