Only the real ones know that Väinämöinen vs Joukahainen was the og rap battle.


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Only the real ones know that Väinämöinen vs Joukahainen was the og rap battle.
i found new names for son of pohjola and/or joukahainen AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! he has the epithet "son of the field"!!
finding new things in the most random places never ever ends!
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Joukahainen (Kalevala) vs. Ismo Laitela (Salatut elämät)
Joukahainen (Kalevala)
Ismo Laitela (Salatut elämät)
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Propaganda leikkauksen alla...
"Nevermore, old Väinämöinen, Nevermore in all thy life-time, While the golden moonlight glistens, Nevermore wilt fix thy vision On the meadows of Väinölä, On the plains of Kalevala; Full six years must swim the ocean, Tread the waves for seven summers, Eight years ride the foamy billows, In the broad expanse of water; Six long autumns as a fir-tree, Seven winters as a pebble; Eight long summers as an aspen!"
Akseli Gallen-Kallela (Finnish, 1865 - 1931) – Joukahaisen kosto (Joukahainen vaanimassa), 1903
Aino, sister of Joukahainen, who in the forth song of the Kalevala sheds her finery and drowns herself so she doesn’t have to marry the ancient Väinämöinen.
At this point I might illustrate the whole dang thing...
Better it would be for me and better it would have been had I not been born, not grown not sprung to full size in these evil days in this joyless world.
— The Kalevala, “The Drowned Maid” (4:171-243)
The Kalevala, The Drowned Maid Her mother cried so much that her tears turned into rivers, along those rivers cuckoo’s started nesting. They sang “love, love!” to the loveless daughter laying dead in the sea, and “joy, joy!” to the mother weeping all her days. The cuckoo’s are the way life seems to consciously mock us in our misery and kick us while we’re down