Nyt on yö. Minä kuljen yksin tyhjiä katuja. En tiedä, mihin olen menossa, hyvä kun tiedän mistä olen tulossa, ja ruumiissani soi tuhat kaunista ja voimakasta sävelmää, minun koko menneisyyteni, ja silmissäni loistavat tuhannen ihmisen silmät, silmien takana tuntemattomuus, tätä naista ei tunne kukaan, se ei ole vielä täysin syntynytkään, ei kukaan tiedä mitä se on tulevaisuudessa.
- Mirka Lattunen
El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete. Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi. El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ. Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură. El schi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul ca un umăr. Eu mi-am înclinat spre el umărul ca un trunchi noduros. Auzeam cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva. Eu am trecut prin el. El a trecut prin mine. Eu am rămas un pom singur. El un om singur
- Nichita Stănescu
Kunst ist nicht ein Spiegel, den man der Wirklichkeit vorhält, sondern ein Hammer, mit dem man sie gestaltet.
- Karl Marx
The Hermit’s Song
A hiding tuft, a green-barked yew tree Is my roof, While nearby a great oak tree keeps me Tempest-proof.
I can pick my fruit from an apple Like an Inn, Or can fill my fist where hazels Shut me in.
A clear well beside me offers Best of drink, And there glows a bed of cresses Near its brink.
Pigs and Goats, the friendliest neighbours, Nestle near, Wild swine come, or broods of badgers, Grazing deer.
All the gentry of the county Come to call! And the foxes come behind them, Best of all.
To what meals the woods invite me All about! There are water, herbs and cresses, Salmon, trout.
A clutch of eggs, sweet mast and honey Are my meat, Heathberries and Whortleberries For a sweet.
All that one could ask for comfort Round me grows, There are hips and haws and strawberries, Nuts and sloes.
And when summer spreads its mantle What a sight! Marjoram and leeks and pignuts, Juicy, bright.
Dainty redbreasts briskly forage Every bush Round and round my hut there flutter Shallow, thrush.
Bees and beetles, music-makers, Croon and strum; Geese pass over, duck in autumn, Dark streams hum.
Angry wren, officious linnet And black-cap, All industrious, and the woodpecker’s Sturdy tap.
From the sea the gulls and herons Flutter in, While in upland heather rises The grey hen.
In the year’s most brilliant weather Heifers low Through green fields, not driven nor beaten, Tranquil, slow.
In wreathed boughs the wind is whispering, Skies are blue, Swans call, river water falling Is calling too.
MSU obviously has had a fundamental impact on my subconscious.
My dream last
night started out as some kind of "moving" dream, in the sense that me
and Mihai were still officially living in the same apartment, but I had
moved most of my stuff here to Kävlinge, and he had moved most of his
stuff to the house he's sharing with a couple of colleagues in Lund. As
it happened, I had just found a small, cheap apartment in a house in
Lund, which was next to the big house where we had our apartment
together (and that house was *really* big – it resembled Moscow State University much more than the actual house
where we used to live together). I was going to move into that
apartment in Lund, and I was just going to say that it was great that
it was right next to Mihai's place, until I remembered that he was
moving to that house with his colleagues, which was quite far away.
it went on like that for a while, until I at one point was returning
home to the apartment in the gigantic house late in the evening. There
was some kind of commotion there, and people wouldn't let me into the
building. Some said there was a fire drill going on, others said it was
a *real* fire, while yet others said there was some kind of leak of
toxic substances. My first terrified thought was, "Aaah! My comics
originals!!!", but then I remembered that I had already brought all my
comics to my apartment in Kävlinge. After a moment, another terrified
thought hit me: "Aaah! Mihai!!!!"
fought myself through the crowds that had gathered, and went searching
for an entrance where no one would hinder me. Finally, after climbing
the very high steps up to the second level of the building (which were
kind of like the steps up to the Lund City Library, but about 25 m
high), I found an unguarded door and slipped inside. There was smoke in
some corridors, and people were screaming, so there really seemed to be
something going on … However, since I had entered the building through
a door I had never used before, I had difficulties finding my way to
the wing where our apartment was (I still remeber clearly that its
number was 722). I ran through endless corridors, climbed stairs, drew
short cuts through other people's apartments – in one, I found Donald
Rumsfeld and his henchmen, in another, I found the BBC team, in a third
I found an artist, who with her assistants refused to leave the
building, because she was in the middle of creating art, and in a
fourth I found mum's friend Kent-Hugo's dogs
(only the grown up dogs – the puppies have already been picked up by
their new owners) - I climbed in through the window from a terrace, and
I opened the door to the closest stairwell for the dogs so they could
get out. But no matter what, I couldn't find the stairwell where our
my alarm clock woke me up, I was frustrated and still afraid that
something might have happened to Mihai. I was angry that I didn't have
my mobile phone with me in the dream, so that I could have simply
called him to ask where he was. And I insisted on going back to sleep,
because maybe I would eventually find him if the dream continued …
dream did continue, but I should have known better – this was the kind
of dream where the whole *point* was that I never found him before I
woke up again.
Posted at 11:25 am by turukhtan
bubu January 20, 2006 05:20 PM PST
pelästyksestä mamsu saa vaikka mitä! voi mua parkaa, kyllä on hermot pinnalla...
bubu January 19, 2006 06:41 PM PST
Tiekkö Tidi, että viimeyö oli aikas ovela täälläkin; ekaks, et Misu nukku munkanssa koko yön, tokaks, että olin jättäny kylppärin seinäpatterin päälle ja aamulla, kun menin sinne, oli se sulanu ja taipunu niistä muovikohdistaan ja kärys ja mää sain karmeen päänsäryn ja pahoinvoinnin. En tiedä, johtuko se kärystä vai säikähdyksestä, mut mulloli pitkään aikaa karmee olo. Ja sit kun vääntelin sitä oikeeks, se poksahti siitä sähkökatkaisimen kohdasta! Ja sillon sain jo melkein hepulin.
Heitän sen ulos, kun saan Tintin tänne irrottaan sen seinästä tai siis siitä sähkökohdasta... ja hankin sinne sellasen siirrettävän patterin sen sijaan... varapatterin.