sivakka
sivakka
Päivä on pulkassa saatana
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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afternoons
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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love the phrase 'methinks'. me does think. thinketh me do.
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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me reading any of my own writing: what the fuck are you talking about
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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Girl Profile   -   Ellen Thesleff 
Finnish, 1862-1946
Etching,  11,5 x 10 cm.
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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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
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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“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]
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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“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)
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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blood pressure Ain't even real lol. *stands up and immediately
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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Paavo Haavikko, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “The Short Year,”
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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“Give a rose blood and it really blossoms.”
— Väinö Kirstinä, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “Rose and Apple,”
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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Tove Jansson writing to Tuulikki Pietilä, 1957
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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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"
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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I fear we have [redacted]bossed too close to the sun
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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Anneli Sauli.
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Pikku Myyjätär (1933).
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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Ingrid Ruin - Nainen askelmilla (1881-1956)
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sivakka · 3 years ago
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Janne Erkkilä (b.1986) - Nocturnal Forest. 2016. Acrylic on canvas.
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