Kallio

Staggering down the filthy streets
individuals of various class:
lass and lad, young and old,
searching for an amusement
from the black stone jungle
its pavements glistening with urine.
Come and experience!
No one will be left out:
Teens drowning on Karhu and Apple Joe’s,
Millenials feasting on underground beats,
For the rest, an all-you-can-eat
buffet of imported Slavic goods.
Coffee shops for the cultivated,
A breadline for the famished!
Watering holes, drift shops,
An occasional knife.
Thai-massages with happy ends!
Booze and shit,
Amphetamine and piss:
the bleak selection of Kallio district.

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Kantele

Another poem. Please forgive me.


Her compact wooden instrument
sitting silently on her lap.
Its body made of curly birch
and the strings of her flaxen braid,
the shiny precious kantele
modern yet endlessly ancient
has yet to sing the bygone past,
to delight the withering woods.
Her milky white fingers toying
gently with the silky fine threads,
the melodic notes rising out
like the swallows celebrating
on the eve of the midnight sun.
She sings her liquid lullaby
hoping her husky harmonies
will one time carry her away
to the meadows of Väinölä,
to the plains of Kalevala,
to a land of myth and saga.

The Hunting Season

Black mad talons
digging into the flesh of my prey.
Dig them deep as they bleed,
Dig them deep as they try to flee!

Shiny scruffy feathers
bestrewn over our autumn bed.
Pluck their eyes as they beg,
Pluck their hearts into a bloody wreck!

Smell of earth and rot,
a body pulsing with shock,
in woods desolate, ill-lit
his sweat mixed with my spit.
His nails biting into my soil,
choking on his turmoil
fighting the embraces of his captor
with sighs bordering on rapture.

A New Blog for Experimentation: What You As a Reader Might Need to Know

Well, yeah, a new blog.

So I guess I must explain myself since I haven’t been writing to my regular blog The Idle European. The truth is I got bored with blogging. End of story.

To rekindle my “love” for blogging, I have decided to create this possibly temporary blog in order to experiment with different text types to see what I actually want to do and what people might actually want to read.  Since I’ve been talking about this long enough without actually doing anything, I guess it was past time I actually took the initiative and just said “fuck it”. Hence this blog being created well past midnight my own time.

So if you like any of the content, I encourage you to just plain tell me and I’ll consider posting it in the future. If you do subscribe, just expect all kinds of stuff showing up in your feed. I’m not saying it will be tentacle porn but it will definitely be tentacle porn.

So yeah. The title says it all. It’s Rescator’s Messy Blog.