Translated by Matias Loikala
there are forests / on metsiä
there are forests, and those alike forests, the night caresses
spinning its nigh invisible thread, spinning its hair,
the blue, which rises, and is here already
the vacant glow, which always has been a part
of some much larger grief
first steps of autumn, the sphagnum moss rug
from the vestibule deep into the rooms, in the ballroom the pond’s black mirror
an acrylic eye, bending no light
the mute of night
there are those alike, and forests, dwellings maltreated
birds arrested by arrows, mid-air
wings will be flayed amidst a spring-flight
and those that grow on the wings of others,
walls weaved from feathers, behind which
the sun is scarcely seen, the black fir-tops
sweep-hiding the sky behind its clouds
and always someone will be lost, finds a door and enters the unknown,
a yard, where the balls are not rolling but reversing
houses standing on their ridges, stars fading
with a spark in their hair they go
close their eyes
drift in the world, among those alike
Excerpts from Terra Nova / Kokoelmasta Terra Nova
12.10.1492 K writes that he is watching “India from the East”, a shimmer of light is the first observation of the new land, K believes himself to be close to the origin of the Sun
according to his calculations the circumference of the Earth has shrunk more than 10 000 km, but K’s faith is strong. he makes the lengths of the voyages correspond to the truth he prefers. in front of K’s truth the world is ready to shrink
I put on my boyleg swimsuit and dive in after you, the bottom of the lagoon is full of gigantic fish, the sea full of carcasses of unknown ships and plastic, on my arms I am carrying my mom who cannot swim, I swim in the salty womb of my blue mother
a completely ordinary place, a piece of land, and a piece of heaven.
before us here lived the scale-skinned and the rooted ones, before the sea here grazed some deer and some horses, the wind-furred cantered the plateaus with their cloud-drummed hooves
living through completely ordinary days. sedges, grasses, and mosses were peeking out of the dust-ground, fluffed by the Beringia wind. until the continents began stretching. ice began fidgeting, the isthmus vanished and the ground became a strait
and then, K’s ships left the harbour
I wonder at how personal everything can be.
of what kind is my persona,
what is my fate
in reality, nobody came here to find, but everybody has found. and that which has been discovered is not land, nor materials or currencies, those are all only transitions. what has been found is the self,
a gluttonous butterwort, a mucous hut, a barren scabbard
Excerpts from Multa / Kokoelmasta Multa
a rememberer’s mind travels pastwards,
history travels in time, twice folded
words travel to all places
as their map a memory, unravelling from its edges
adrift, that is the cost of this wrecked language,
the cost of non-remembrance
I demarcate time and chop forth the memories,
exhibiting your pieces
I am here representing you
repetition does not make you more real
I planted the daffodils found on under the bridge on an evening stroll
scratched tubers, from the clouds there dangled
spans of white segments
treasures of old summers I buried the deepest
rocks that were found on that and that beach,
the sun shines brightest from a distance
the wind blew slanted, the water’s membrane fled
that it also whitens
white grows from everywhere, your clothes are folded
and thrown in garbage sacks into storage,
carcasses of plastic
your name embroidered onto the undershirt tags
meaning different rooms in different years, you had the time
to live in so many places,
the last ten you have lived very far away
and what happened in-between becomes diluted
you come here ever more sparsely,
the present grows faded
you repel language,
I feed you strawberries
frogs, words that flee
yesterday peeps through the window, forgotten open
landscape an all-immersing blanket
you walk backwards,
I wipe your chin and comb your braid towards the winter
this won’t come closer through forgoing
Nothing will not come
you didn’t hatch into a moth, only a death’s-head
lightly, little flowers, I scatter us into a story,
I remember how you there then when
this is the history I witness
I will snip more cuttings while the light
runs through your funeral shirt
a horizontal transport, dust rasps in the record player,
an impression of a spinning, but the days
began to grow a deepening
you were stretched onto the horizon, circuits overlapping,
panicles of flowers and the creaking of your sick body
hawkmoths flapping in the breast pocket
a seam where the heart is,
as your coat some capsized time, oozing
pimroses bursting, needles of yellow
you are carried in plants
day after day, infusing anew,
the centuries in terrain-shapes
you fold into the row of rocks
you will be undressed
from afar and from near
Excerpts from Isoympyräkat / Kokoelmasta Isoympyräkatu
As you look into the mirror, you remember the island. You remember the black forest.
From there you must start, from childhood.
The task is not to comprehend what is, but to get a feel of it.
To admit a darkness.
On all roads I will return.
The feet remember the terrain’s temporal, the limb-organ-heart-rhythm, into which
they once grew.
Body of its island. Searches for smokes, fells, the bare of the rock, the lighted solace of snow and sings.
You nest into a memory. Pale chalk and the vastness, darklers atop the head-arc.
I am spilled, you spill.
We guard the tissue of apostasy with stars.
This aims to be a praise of a grand smallness. A dreamlet that punctures
Acumen is sensitivity, step out and start to flow.
Excerpts from Samaan aikaan toisaalla / Kokoelmasta Samaan aikaan toisaalla
A mermaid rose on top of a rock and said:
This is the history given to us, the part all slippery and bottomless, its range
smaller than a glove
I was without power, you cannot move forward without legs,
legless you can only go downwards
I am unrelated to the snake or the cabbage white. My name is Ariel,
and a thousand other wretched ones, my name is Aino and Ophelia,
my bloods the waters of the oceans
A bubbly froth of aquamarine, a litre’s container filled to the brim
with the sea, aquarium plants drooping in front of the fluorescent spotlight,
water wisteria clasping-leaf pondweed water lentil, the redder
the leaves the bigger their need for light, under the wave a mermaid
drifts soundless from one sea to the next, from shipwrecks there carries
some rum-fogged splashes, the hook of the captain like a copper coil
like a paw-trap, here nobody helps, underwater the shout
peters, and words swim to the open away away away
Look at the kids in the yard, they’re mermaids as they swim, I am
a mermaid always, can’t even sit down with this tail
”Once at school I touched water and turned into a mermaid,
I was 11 when it happened. Rikki’s power came over me”
”On the beach there was a fancy pool and I went there, then the full moon came out,
the water started to bubble and I became like that…”
“I am, and like for real – believe it or not – there’s no
Mako island but still, I’ve got exactly
that tail and the top, except of course the bottom part is the length of my legs”
“Well, so am I. Sorta like when I get wet I turn
scale-footed… and a green fan grows from my toes”
The real Aquamarine was found in the pool of the beach club
owned by Claire’s grandparents, she has three days
to find true love.
Aquamarine = Sara Paxton
A girl looks into the mirror and smiles:
“I have noticed something strange about myself
and two of my friends”
Thessalonike guards her brother’s ships and throws a tempest
when the wrong sails swim on top of her, in Assyria the beautiful
Atargatis jumps to the sea after a disgraceful love,
but the sea won’t destroy her beauty,
it takes only her feet
”My good people I am a mermaid, I was swimming on the beach and
after ten seconds I was wondering how my feet can weigh
this much, then I realised OOHMYGODD but now it’s wonderful”
”Once in a swimming pool there was an actual rock as decoration,
and there was also an island, and a log to dive under”
A youth gifts his darling a strand of his hair,
nobody yearns for the hair of a mermaid, except fish
and sushi roll artists. But the bristles are not made of kombu,
the green of the curls is bitter and poisonous
”Hey just THINK A LITTLE… real mermaids don’t come to the surface…
or talk on facebook… Mermaids DO NOT exist in real life…”
“Well I’m not any kind of a mermaid for sure. Which one of you is a mermaid, ACTUALLY?”
Gertrude drops pearls on the path to find a way home. But
in the sea the map signs sink into the mud, covered in plankton
and forgotten, or have you heard of a mermaid who has
jogging shoes and a compass?
In Copenhagen’s Churchill Park, by the edge that’s closer to the sea
you can see the Little Mermaid on a rock. It’s cast
out of bronze. The statue was commissioned by the son of the owner of
the Carlsberg brewery, who was charmed by a ballet based on the
fairy-tale by H. C. Andersen. As the model for the sculpture, the sculptor
used his wife. The mermaid’s head has been sawn off twice.
”How old are you if you’re a mermaid?”
“Sixteen B-) and I AM! I can send a photo or smth!!”
“Can you send a pic of yourself as a mermaid pls!
I wanna be one too, but I’m not”
Statues of water nymphs have become emblems
of many seaside towns. Petrified
creatures are a joy to look at.
Excerpts from Turvalliset veistokset / Kokoelmasta Turvalliset veistokset
X: Tomorrow I will go and comb some grass.
Z: Do you walk with blunted fingers?
X: I will go and burn the porch swing, onto the swing the dead snails.
Z: And the sheep? And the clovers?
X: Sheep are a matter of counting.
Z: What about happiness?
X: I will comb the grass, you take the axe. Butcher the sheep and the pig. Ours is the work. Not happiness, nor the sheep.
Z: The pig is my friend. I ate three doughnuts on the coffee break.
X: You have gained weight. Soon you won’t fit inside the rock.
Z: I made myself gain weight. I will not move inside the rock.
X: You do not know what will is.
Z: And you do not know what it isn’t.
X: It is warm in the cave.
Z: In the sun. And on the rock. How could the warmth get inside the cave?
X: Because I know how to comb grass and where the mouth of the cave is.
Z: I foretell from the snail that before the morning it will rain half an eye.
X: Foretell what you foretell, I will plant seeds until dark.
Z: It is inevitable.
X: What is?
Z: The dark. You have saved your end for this day.
X: But I already said that I know where the mouth of the cave is.
Z: And I know where it isn’t.
X: I will enter you now, there are strange tracks here. Like imprints of cloven hooves.
Z: An ox-bird sang its way through here. But you were brushing your teeth then.
X: In the mirror someone else brushed their teeth with my brush.
Z: And in the cave a third.
X: Then I wasn’t yet inside you. Why will you not live in the cave?
Z: Because the cave is a matter of will.
X: What about the happiness, the teeth, the sheep, and the clovers?
Z: Just comb that grass.
X: What about the teeth?
Z: The cave cannot be swallowed. I am hungry otherwise.
X: Are you hungry?
Z: Yes, I am.
X: And now I am inside of you. Did you eat that ox-bird?
Z: It sang its way through me, I already told you.
X: I am sour, bony, and bitter.
Z: I know that. Everyone knows that.
X: You are mean.
Z: I am your cave.
X: You are my cave? I will not have you as my cave but in my cave.
Z: You are lying. You will have me as your cave.
X: How did you know - -
Z: Caves are a matter of will. Unlike grass. Unlike the sun.
X: Tomorrow I will go and fish us the sun.
Z: Tomorrow you will go on lying still and drawing after the cloved hoof with your finger.
X: I will fish the sun!
Z: I do not want the sun inside of me. I will not swallow it.
X: I will feed it to you on a bed of grass.
Z: I will dress you up as a sheep and send you into eternal blindness.
X: You will destroy me.
Z: I am your will. I am your cave.
Excerpts from Terra Nova / Kokoelmasta Terra Nova
hey, listen up, you’re not nearly as micro as you’re called. you’re a conqueror. you’ve existed only for a hundred-and-one years. in order to count your age, I gotta flick all of my fingers eleven times and yet one of them once more, while to count the deuterostome Saccorhytus’s age I need fifty-four-million finger flicks. this sack-like predecessor lived here already five-hundred-fourty-million years ago, it’s the common ancestor of us humans, sea cucumbers, and many other organisms. over eight billion kilograms of you have already been crammed here onto this globe. I can’t count how many fingers that means. Saccorhytus was only a millimetre long, but still with a huge mouth. huge dreams are the problem of my species. your predecessor was created to replace ivory, but soon you became a hit. you became the star material of the textile industry, the tableware industry, and the furniture industry, you became the king of the syringe and the knob industry, of single-use forks, of medicine jars, electronics and pantyliners… you’re the prodigal son’s payday lender, and now on the third millennium you’ve become a chronic problem once the oceans have begun coughing. you’re in the air, in skins and just everywhere, you fly in space and rain down with the marine snow to the depths of thousands of meters, you’ve even entered the stomach of the sea cucumber. you’re in my stomach and in the stomach of my foetus, you’re in blood and in milk, in hair and down in the ground, and I’m feeling down because you also enter the stomachs of the animals and kill them. you’ll kill us all. or we’ll kill us all together, since we are this synthetic fibre that the earth is bursting and coughing with. we’re the descendants of S and K and some artificially lighted droplets of synthetic fibre confetti rain
it's time to abandon you. it’s time to give a standing ovation to the time after you. and after me.
Come back, whales! Welcome, what comes!
you’re part of my consciousness and the brains of my tribe, you’re the limits of my reality. but different times are coming, and that’s for good. I hope some huge bird would come, swiping the horizon and then us off the map. that a winged lizard would come and cleanse the pores of the earth and lay new rooms, would peck some space for tomorrows
now with the eyes and mouth closed: Bye bye polymer!
Bye bye PCV and thermoplastics!
Bye bye Galalith and rayon!
let’s disappear, get lost, farewell dear plastic
foreign object: against heart-brain-parts, spiral
the shapes of soles against the ground, gums against teeth-roots. Once upon a time there lived
the Rirer’s coincidental shape against the soles. During Ys Age.
Swipes, but the face was a centimetre’s centimetre. A stair.
Soles against folds. Folds against walls. Walls against soles.
Coincidental shape against the roots of the teeth. Odd dark mess in the slorso.
Against the heart. Bare pow
erstrugscreeaar foot againsth. Exprs eart slagain.
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And so they were called before the court, so what are we supposed to put on this report exactly? When can you act as a representative of a group? These sorts of things must be investigated all the way to the bottom. In any role? A role where I clearly carry the responsibility and the power, ah.
On the other hand, representativeness gets muddy when it’s about innate qualities. Could you describe the measurements as precisely as possible? Here a societal problem centre for management server network report sexual harassment vagina court judge free conclusion between genders penetration threatening equality particle rape toenail bowel orbit representative prejudicial inquiry probation societal, ah.
And so it happened, in class we learned, ggghhhhh is a consistent instrument of war, sshhhnnhh shh gggggggggbut the problem was first recognised brr o ok, ook, ook
at war, ah.
Once upon a time uuhhm start of the decade uhm uuhm uhm uuhm during four years. In the civil war alone there evokes approximately in the year uuhhm approximately uuhm uuhm. According to the official report the matter was solved so that the cohesion of group O was maintained, ah.
Throbs. Afterwards the precise distance of the door handle from the laundry machine filed in the jury report. They slapped the handle, and it bounced back up. They tried to slap the handle, but failed to hit it ookthre. Not allowed to lynch a life sentence. Now would be good to think of a best place for you in the world once lived in cavities daRME, to whom
black footprints on the roof
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twen ty-s even
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seven- hun dre d-twe nty-ni ne
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ninet een-th ou sand -si x-hu ndr ed-e ighty -three
f i fty- n ine-t ho usa nd-fo urt y-n innnnnnnnnnnne
me grows in the forest, learns sounds,
leaks then leaks, howls,
me grows in the forest, conceptualises the items of the lucid,
bludgeons against a stone the evangelion of aspiration
oh, how, oh, how,
silver ring, ring.
…sounds can splay for example an entire universe.
The heliocentric flares of Aristarchus, Copernicus, and Galilei.
I tilts in the wind, Ia lla, unravels.
We flank a dusty knee. Scraping dust into a curlew.
Our toes frost into series,
letters into shadows of our skulls,
our stomachs into skerries of the lucid
our figures into shapes of the letters,
dust is curling.
We are weaved into spi-spi-vers.
We wabble in the crooks of zeniths of stars.
sank into the paleness
of the small death
A T D R A
L I N G
on bare faces Mehormia: the god of young gods
breath shines in the windows
in glittering columns of water
in mosaics in arched walls
in flares, in platinum sequins
Circling, curving Mehormia wants to know the bening
My face takes shape on Mehormia’s face
Mehormia’s face takes shape
flexibly preying Mehormia
we perform the ritual sacrifices
the sin phony
the prey strokes
with its weakness
on bare faces
for a morning wash
lies for a rest
the god of young gods
paleness glo wing
of a stick and a shadow
“Their measurements didn’t change, goodaygooday. Someone was pushing the go-buttons. They crawled backwards threateningly, their innocent graze was flooded with watts. In the splatters of shrieks fighting over the blazing bundles.”
chemmmists crawwwwwling there
here mmmmmmeasuring things
sssssapienssapiensies fighting their white coats aflutter
with their lenses.’
at the courtroom
threateningly pushsed like go-buttons
,,’’To grate to bake like
mümiü in a strolle
in the shriek-splatters mmmmmeasuring things
cho rrrrrreeeeth Memiü’’’’ mü üm emü üom pant pant pant
mmemiü rustles towardo
mümiü the spine’s ,,,mmmmlest RRRRMwwwwwweredisturbed
La Di DaRME awaits you there”
Nice to meet you,
ink works the best in my opinion
Ballpoint tip pops out of the pullover.
Best to unfold, lallah in cubbywholes
I was gonna say, that meye.
Mazes have formed there, which resemble one another.
Like in some city or somewhere.
Did you hear?
Since you came to my apartment.
And mmmmmounding time, came.
You rolled over.
You kept your dry eyes open.
gnilk m I m ling
I feathered. So carefully.
Did it curl up? softly hooting
when hearing voicing.
Flesh swells up when tectonic plates shift.
And rhizomes run in skulls.