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afternoons
love the phrase 'methinks'. me does think. thinketh me do.
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me reading any of my own writing: what the fuck are you talking about
Girl Profile - Ellen Thesleff
Finnish, 1862-1946
Etching, 11,5 x 10 cm.
You searched for a flower
and found a fruit.
You searched for a spring
and found a sea.
You searched for a woman
and found a soul -
you are disappointed.
- Edith Södergran
“I am the last flower of autumn. I am the youngest seed of the dead spring, it’s so easy to die as the last; I have seen the lake so fabulous and blue, I have heard the beat of the dead summer’s heart, my chalice bears no other seed than death’s.”
— Edith Södergran, from The Last Flower Of Autumn [translated by Nicholas Lawrence]
“As night arrives I stand on the steps and listen, the stars are swarming in the garden and I stand in darkness. Did you hear, a star fell with a clang! Don’t walk barefoot in the grass; my garden is full of shards.”
— Edith Södergran, from “The Stars,” The Star By My Head: Poets from Sweden (Milkweed Editions , 2014)
blood pressure Ain't even real lol. *stands up and immediately
Paavo Haavikko, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “The Short Year,”
“Give a rose blood and it really blossoms.”
— Väinö Kirstinä, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “Rose and Apple,”
Tove Jansson writing to Tuulikki Pietilä, 1957
When Laika, abandoned in space, barks the lights in the hovels come on, one by one. [...] Somewhere a lonely dog peers down at Earth. I am guarding this planet, she might be saying when she barks, but, you know, those radio stations, all those messages, the sky is full of them, full of the satellites’ clatter and hum.
Olli Heikkonen, "When Laika, abandoned in space, barks"
I fear we have [redacted]bossed too close to the sun
Anneli Sauli.
Pikku Myyjätär (1933).
Ingrid Ruin - Nainen askelmilla (1881-1956)
Janne Erkkilä (b.1986) - Nocturnal Forest. 2016. Acrylic on canvas.