Love Letters to The Master

Dear Sir (or Madam, or to whom it may concern):
 
As a proud member of the Citizen's Decency League, I am highly offended by the Helmut K material you have decided to turn into a public display of extreme indecency of the worst kind -- a sexual playground for the perverse.
 
As a citizen of God, I am very concerned about moral corruption and the corrosion of the soul as evidenced by this Helmut K smut exhibit of pure filth and sexual perversions!  It is beyond words and pictures that such a display of pure rancid filth can be allowed to exist even in private, much less public.
 
If such outrageous moral garbage is allowed to rot and fester, even privately, in one's own brain, for example, it is clear to me that this can mean only one thing: that Satan is winning in the battle to turn good, decent, God-fearing people into freethinking individuals who have no concern whatsoever for the protection of their own personal moral goodness.  But when it's made public for all to see and think about, it becomes a blasphemous sin against God in such a way as to upset the balance of morality and think about things they know they're not allowed to think about at all!
 
I'm so upset I can hardly keep typing.
 
It's like putting black ink into a glass of white milk.
 
It's shocking and disturbing and horrible to see Satan and his minions at work again.  I only hope that you wake up and rid the world of such filth as soon as you can and before its too late -- for the sake of your own soul, as well as that of the little children and their pets. And then I hope we can figure out a way to remove the thoughts in my head that your exhibit has placed there!
 
Yours in God,
 
Arthur Christianson

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Helmut K.,

My Jesus Mercy on your bankrupt soul.

In a world of light, you have darkened yet another corner by displaying your satanic induced wares to the many unsuspecting children of God. Your heart or rather what is left of it, knows not the love obtained by the adoration of the one true savior, Jesus Christ.

The Christ Spilled his Blood for Me Foundation knows such love in our hearts. They beat tenderly with compassion and mercy for all those who suffer and long for the shelter of God‚s grace. Where is your shelter Mr. K. and who will you cleave to on the Day of Judgment?

You seek fame and fortune and a kingdom here on earth but kings fall Mr. K. and even Elvis had to die.

For the love of our God and the mercy of his only begotten son, Jesus Christ, I plead with you to set
those you hold in perverse bondage free.

In Christ

*This person did not leave their name

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HELMUT K’S RESONSE TO THE UNENLIGHTENED

In defense of my work I have only this to say:

I have not nor will I ever bow down to the will of the inconsequential masses who have beaten a pathway to my door with frigid cold lives and closed minds. The stench welling up from their insignificant ramblings, serves no purpose, as dose fertilizer which is far less pungent and the price not quite as costly.

When nature is unleashed than passion becomes the true judge of how we live. In that passionless cement world proposed by right wing, religious lunatics life withers and dies from lack of that sustenance called love.

One must then ask, does not love encompass all of the senses, all of the delights? Should we not dive in head first and partake of that corporeal feast called life? Drenching the senses from head to toe in those primordial and lascivious longings that allow the spirit take flight. In forcing the true feelings of man to take refuge from the world, to hide away, we only nurture that monster that is lurking in the dark cavernous pit called the mind. This creature feels, it yearns for freedom, it fights its way to the surface where once loose it is free to reek havoc upon the world. Buried for so long it snaps without discretion at whatever it sees. Like a rabid dog kept on a leash with food just out of reach it nips at its master’s hand and only lives to do harm. Let it out, let it breath, caress yourself and those things you desire before it is too late. Remember, the shorter the chain, the greater the rage. It is for the safety of all that my work has no boundaries. Restriction is the pathway to gloom, so I pay it no heed. The tortured and un-nurtured longings that have lived in others I put to rest with one orgasmic stroke of my art. I do this not as a condemnation, but as a tribute to myself and to the god who has implanted that divine spark within me.

So my word to the wise: yield to those forbidden yearnings, caress that pain, and make the twisted goings on inside your head a lover. Feel the flesh between your fingers and bite into that forbidden place so as to find anarchy in your soul. Then and only then can we make life safe for all humanity, and create a survival plan that guards against the stupidity of an unenlightened society.

Yours in reason,

Helmut K.

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Dear Mr. K,

I have seen the movie made about you as well as your photos online and I have to say that i find your work both titillating and disturbing, kind of like seeing a disaster scene with naked people involved in the carnage.

My religious upbringing urges me to look away but the dark curious side of my psyche beckons me to look deeper into you and your work.

Either way, dont' stop what you're doing, your work is sorely needed in this time of right-wing hate mongering and the nazi-like cultural war that the Christians are waging.

-Marta Henry, Duluth, MN