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i like danger by Tuisku Ojanperä

2020

Found poetry (based of a letter, of text messages and of Clementine Morrigan's zines Love Without Emergency and Fucking Magic 8), video clips from a phone, soundscapes created by writing.

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keep feeling like I'm going to pass out
00:00 / 01:23

(to exist
the presence feels like)

you felt

such

the risk

real villany lay in

have lost ”it”

Nothing special happened, but still I feel completely different
I think of the harsh tongue on the back of my palm
Curved figure,
soft to touch


Do not ask me to calm down

But deep down

under the gaze

lost

and still letting it lead me

you could undress yourself

I remember

in the dark desert

I will destroy the house

lying on the same carpet

becomes a carnivorous plant

I want to touch something rough with my tongue.

I try to talk without breathing

I try to breathe without talking

Some part of ”it” stayed wild.
Knows about excitement
Danger

Duplication

About when you put your eyes closed and can be anywhere

About having your eyes open and being able to be anywhere​

About being in many places at the same time

I want to be the last
all my life something to run into a burning house
whether the significance is significant
no more taste in the morning

Die

Fuck

History

Clear

Delete

desire
00:00 / 00:51

(Hello /their nama/. To exist.
Things, wich are not
I’m writing now
genuine)

the way you keep loosing

gasoline

spill over

explode

terrified of my

which has never happened

There are things for which no words have been invented

Hands somewhere.

Unpunished.

Short-tempered nature.

Then it finally got. End helpless. Not my home.

Forced to somehow stop.

Something kind of festive. Liked everything as suddenly as possible.

I am afraid, yes
00:00 / 01:12

it feelks like you don’t

is this really a tragedy here? clue becomes ordinary

Inside my head, everything ends in some kind of catastrophe.

You don't really know what it means in the end.

Probably nothing.

It's magic.
Feels like I wanna die
Even though nothing happened
everything I desire
I am in love
Mysterys
Too many emotions
 

how long does eternity last?







I am afraid, yes










Lost
to the deep wild part of myself


going crazy because of

 

i like danger

2020

Found poetry (based of a letter, of text messages and of Clementine Morrigan's zines Love Without Emergency and Fucking Magic 8),

video clips from a phone, soundscapes created by writing.

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