Thursday, 25 December 2008
Friday, 19 December 2008
Year 2008, Goodbye
Thursday, 11 December 2008
The Swans
Do you remember the swans?
How they flew over us when we slept on the grass?
Do you remember the softness of the green,
the fierce rumble of the wings? Do you recall
the blue of the sky sheltering us?
Can you still remember?
Or am I alone? Without you,
without the swans of freedom?
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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is three
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Sunday, 23 November 2008
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
I've been dedicated a video!
I’ve been having the flu for almost two weeks, but finally I got antibiotics for sinusitis, so maybe I’ll be back on the Net in a few days.
You can watch Azer’s other videos here.
Thursday, 13 November 2008
Sunday, 9 November 2008
How to Survive November
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Sunday, 26 October 2008
Almost November
I’ve been reading a lot lately, written less. Yesterday I went to the Helsinki Book Fair, didn’t buy any books but met some friends and had a few drinks.
Nice.
I have enough books.
Thursday, 23 October 2008
Monday, 20 October 2008
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Friday, 10 October 2008
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Thursday, 2 October 2008
Friday, 26 September 2008
Rebirth
She had always been alone. Growing up with her parents didn’t make her less lonely. Her parents didn’t seem to notice her; they strolled along here and there, partying, working, and travelling. On Christmas Eve they gave her presents and for her birthdays she got a load of parcels wrapped by good smelling and elegant shop assistants.
They were her parents, they cared for her, but they didn’t need her.
In school it was the same. Other pupils didn’t tease her, she was left alone. She was invisible for others. Teachers were amazed when they returned her exams, they looked at her wondering if she was a new pupil or had they seen her before.
She had no friends to be with after school, so she returned to her empty home, took a book and started to read till it was time to go to bed. If she got hungry, she went silently to the kitchen, opened the fridge and ate what she found. This didn’t happen often, because she didn’t know what hunger was. She had no needs, no desires.
After graduating she moved to her own flat and got a job. Living on her own didn’t make her visible, and her life went on the same way it had used to go. She seemed to melt into shadows.
Her parents died, but she didn’t miss them. She didn’t long for their presents, brightly wrapped parcels. She sold their house, her childhood home, but kept the books that had belonged to them.
She grew old, and one day she died. She was found, when neighbours complained about the smell coming from her flat. She lay in her bed, still holding a book in her hands. It was a book about rebirth. She had always been peculiar, the neighbours told to the police. No wonder, reading such books.
Thursday, 18 September 2008
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Doing Is Enough
My plan to write and blog less has succeeded quite well, and I’ve found time to play as I planned earlier. I’ve also had time to read and do some singing, since the singing lessons started once again with the fall.
It’s been enjoyable to play the piano, not necessarily for the ears but to the mind. It’s pacifying to run fingers through scales, hit a note, and find a melody. They are all there: the notes. You don’t have to invent any.
Same as in writing: all the words already exist; you just have to put them in some kind of order. Or disorder. It’s up to you, and that’s the enchanting part of creating.
You’re able to do everything.
At least you can try. Attempt can also be satisfying, and you may notice that in the end the result means less. You don’t have to achieve to be content.
Doing is enough.
Friday, 12 September 2008
The Smile of the Sun
She’s still smiling. She looks approvingly at the leaves, bitten my frost during the night. Bites have been strong, the leaves have bled.
It’s burgundy, cherry, all kinds of red everywhere, and where the icy teeth of the winter-to-be haven’t bitten; there are spots of orange, yellow and green still to be seen.
The sun continues to beam. It’s going to be a cold night, the prologue of an everlasting season.
The sun knows it’s her time to take a nap, to sleep for some months.
No wonder she is grinning.
Sunday, 7 September 2008
Friday, 5 September 2008
Monday, 1 September 2008
More time
I wish I had more time. More hours in a day. There’s so much I’d like to do, so little time. I have to work, I love to sleep –these two require a lot of my time.
I used to play the piano a lot when I was younger, but nowadays it’s a rare thing for me to do. My time is spent –besides work, everyday life and sleep- in writing, taking pictures, reading and socializing. Some blogging, too. One day I sat by the piano and started to play, and I remembered the joy playing used to bring to me.
Well, to hear the tunes I managed to get out of the piano was not a joy; my fingers are stiff, my skills rusty, but nevertheless, I had a sensation similar to the one a long time ago.
Joy.
I grabbed also the guitar in my enthusiasm, the 12-string. Oh no. Far too difficult, so I took the six-string beauty in my lap and tried to lure some blues out of her.
It was quite awful, and now my fingertips are sore.
I must practise. I really have to. Maybe it means less writing, less picture making. Less blogging.
I believe it’s worth it.
Saturday, 30 August 2008
Sunday, 24 August 2008
So Easy
I’m afraid of the shadows,
the oily, black darkness
calling me,
Enchanting warm safety,
telling me to come along
like always
every fall
each autumn.
Welcome to the pitch of hell.
So familiar
to sink into the nothingness of everything.
To lull in the dullness,
the monotony of life.
So easy, so easy.
No wonder I’m afraid, I’ve seen this before,
I’ve been here before.
Yes. Just here.
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
The Defeat
It’s been raining for days. Maybe for weeks.
A lot.
But it’s warm. Not sunny, not hot. Lukewarm humidity lingers like a soft carpet in the air. Dampness makes the air grey and thick, breathing has been difficult for days.
Or maybe it’s sorrow that makes my breaths painful and throbbing. The sadness of losing summer. Once again.
I’ll never get used to this defeat.
Friday, 15 August 2008
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Monday, 11 August 2008
Friday, 8 August 2008
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
Monday, 4 August 2008
No sense and nonsense
I’d like to write something in English, but I don’t know what I should write. I have nothing to say.
Well, tell me something new.
I’ve been reading a lot lately. It has been enjoyable, just to read others texts, not having to make up my own.
Great. I should do that more often. Reading that is.
Yes, a little bit bored with my own words. That is why I prefer to post photos. Like this. It’s the cover for my collection of short stories I published last week.
I believe the cover is better than the short stories.
Well, anyhow, now I’ve written in English, my desire has been fulfilled and I can stop and move to something else.
I think I’ll read a book.
Sunday, 3 August 2008
Think twice
Do you want me to be your wife, to be loved and worshipped by you, to be cared for, to be wanted and needed by you, to be desired by you?
Do you want me to be your friend; do you want me to listen to you, to comfort you in despair, to drive away the demons of your mind, the shadows of your nights, the phantoms of your days?
Do you want me to be the mother of your children, do you want me to carry the fruit of your semen for months to come and go into labour to make you father?
If you answer you do, remember: it’s a promise, an oath never to be broken, never to be forgotten.
Think twice.
Thursday, 31 July 2008
The Sky
See the sky?
The black and purple sky?
The sky with orange clouds?
Don’t reach for the sky
if you want to die.
See the sea?
There’s no sky.
Only the sea.
No, Jesse, no.
Only the sea for you.
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The weekly theme for
is sky
Monday, 28 July 2008
Animecon 2008 in Tampere
I’m back, at least for a few days.
Maybe.
The weekend in Tampere was colourful, sunny and lively. Look at yourself!
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Friday, 25 July 2008
Thursday, 24 July 2008
Wednesday, 16 July 2008
On the Move
Summer is to be on the move, and while I have been home, I’ve been rewriting some of my old short stories, that have been published in Finnish women’s magazines in the 90’s. My intention is to self publish a collection of these short stories. Why? Because it’s fun. Not to rewrite old stories, that can be a bore, but to publish.
In my Finnish main blog I’ve told about this project, and I asked the readers to come up with a name for the collection, and I’ve got plenty of good titles. I have also been making some cover designs for the collection and I shall set up a vote for the cover I shall use in my collection.
Blogging is interactive indeed.
Saturday, 12 July 2008
In My Sorrow
In my sorrow
I dress up in purple,
put a green ribbon in my hair,
wear a pink coloured smile on my lips.
shine on me,
the red warmth cuddles me,
listen to the golden rays sing me a lullaby.
northern lights of my heart.
Strength will I gain.
Together we will beat the sorrow.
Thursday, 10 July 2008
To Her
Kati on Youtube
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
The Medieval Market in Turku 2008
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A short stay for me at home, I'm on my way again, see you some day.
Friday, 27 June 2008
See you...
I’ve started my holidays, six weeks of leisure and sunshine. At least leisure. I do live in
At least leisure.
Thursday, 26 June 2008
Sunday, 22 June 2008
Friday, 20 June 2008
Legs
Hanging low
way deep inside the ground
creeping along streets
lousy, lousy feeling.
Hangover Square
unbelievable,
I must be dreaming,
the neon signs showed her legs
and I felt I could
hang myself and die
just die in between those
shining, oh, moaning,
yes, yes,
her gorgeous legs.
Silk stockings so sharp around my neck.
Thursday, 19 June 2008
Patterned
drip drip
pour and pour
sink
sink
sink
in the rain
remember to sing while you sink
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The weekly theme for
Thursday Challenge
is
patterned
Monday, 16 June 2008
Sunday, 15 June 2008
The Kick
Oh, his love was so strong,
mighty and great,
and how he liked to show it.
he murmured, groaned in ecstacy,
showing his power,
throwing it all around her.
Friday, 13 June 2008
Wishes, hopes and dreams come true
It’s up to me to tolerate the times of less imagination.
How about your dreams? Catch the challenge and write about your wishes. Yes, just you.
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Brighter
They had been waiting for hours, waiting for the rain to stop. The hotel room felt damp and miserable, outside it was no better. The unpaved streets of the little town had turned into a swamp of mud, big puddles speckled the empty street corners.
The need to make the other understand had lost its meaning. The desperate urge to justify the decisions they had been making, seemed now pathetic and ludicrous.
They just wanted the rain to stop. They fantasized about leaving the hotel room, stepping outside, going separate ways, never looking back.
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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is bright
Monday, 9 June 2008
Dreamer
She’s a beautiful dreamer,
dreaming of her own private world,
in her own secret world,
dreaming her own faraway dreams,
shared by no one.
Beautiful dreamer,
smiling in her dreams,
so softly.
Look at her
and see the dream.
and be for a moment
a part of her world.
Look, but don’t touch,
don’t disturb her.
from her dreams.
And remember to love.
Saturday, 7 June 2008
Saturday, 31 May 2008
Thursday, 29 May 2008
As common as love
She was a common girl
in common clothes,
plain face,
ordinary appearance,
doing her everyday work,
living her common life
in her common world.
A common girl.
nothing but common.
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The weekly theme for
common
Sunday, 25 May 2008
Gowns
Saturday, 24 May 2008
Self
Tired.
Disgusted.
Looking at myself.
Listening to myself.
Seeing me.
It's a shame you can't run away from yourself.
I'd like to.
Thursday, 22 May 2008
Monday, 19 May 2008
Don't!
'cause it is a lie.
Don't tell me I'm lazy
if you hear me sigh.
Don't tell me to change,
to have a real life.
Don't tell me to be
a suburban wife.
I am what I am
and it's good enough for me.
I look at myself and
I like what I see.
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with this poem I welcome
you
to visit my new
photo gallery
Do step in!