keskiviikko 30. syyskuuta 2009

Karjalan kunnailla

KARJALAN KUNNAILLA

Karjalan kunnailla kukkii puu, onko se kaktus vai joku muu?
Karjalan kunnailla kukkii puu, onko se kaktus vai joku muu?
Karjalan kunnailla kukkii puu, onko se kaktus vai joku muu?
Karjalan kunnailla kukkii puu, onko se kaktus vai joku muu?
Karjalan kunnailla kukkii puu, onko se kaktus vai joku muu?
Karjalan kunnailla kukkii puu, onko se kaktus vai joku muu?
Karjalan kunnailla kukkii puu, onko se kaktus vai joku muu?
vai joku muu? vai joku muu? vai joku muu? vai joku muu?
karjalan koivikot tuuhettuu, DDT, vai joku muu?

-Ismo Alanko

Okei, tämä ei edes ole Kalevalakuvitus, mut tällainen nyt syntyi ja tykästyin itse. Ei voi mitn.

keskiviikko 23. syyskuuta 2009

Väinämöinen Antero Vipusen vatsassa


Kopipastaus ei jostain syystä toimi vieläkään, mut kyseessä on siis seitsemästoista runo Kalevalassa. Antero Vipunen on nielaissut Väinämöisen joka "soutelee suolen päästä suolen päähän" Vipusen vatsassa.

Tämä on metallilevylle maalattu. Maalina akryyli ja spray. Nykyään Edin omistuksessa.

tiistai 8. syyskuuta 2009

keskiviikko 27. toukokuuta 2009

Lemminkainen's restoration



"Then the mother, well reflecting,
Spake these words in bitter weeping:
"From these fragments, with my magic,
I will bring to life my hero."
Hearing this, the raven answered,
Spake these measures to the mother:
"There is not in these a hero,
Thou canst not revive these fragments;
Eels have fed upon his body,
On his eyes have fed the whiting;
Cast the dead upon the waters,
On the streams of Tuonela,
Let him there become a walrus,
Or a seal, or whale, or porpoise."
Lemminkainen's mother does not
Cast the dead upon the waters,
On the streams of Tuonela,
She again with hope and courage,
Rakes the river lengthwise, crosswise,
Through the Manala pools and caverns,
Rakes up half the head, a fore-arm,
Finds a hand and half the back-bone,
Many other smaller portions;
Shapes her son from all the fragments,
Shapes anew her Lemminkainen,
Flesh to flesh with skill she places,
Gives the bones their proper stations.."

-Kalevala

maanantai 25. toukokuuta 2009

Lemminkainen's Mother

"Lemminkainen's faithful mother
Takes the rake of magic metals,
Rakes the Tuoni river bottoms,
Rakes the cataract and whirlpool,
Rakes the swift and boiling current
Of the sacred stream of death-land,
In the Manala home and kingdom.
Searching for her long-lost hero,
Rakes a long time, finding nothing;
Now she wades the river deeper,
To her belt in mud and water,
Deeper, deeper, rakes the death-stream,
Rakes the river's deepest caverns,
Raking up and down the current,
Till at last she finds his tunic,
Heavy-hearted, finds his jacket;
Rakes again and rakes unceasing,
Finds the hero's shoes and stockings,
Sorely troubled, finds these relies;
Now she wades the river deeper,
Rakes the Manala shoals and shallows,
Rakes the deeps at every angle;
As she draws the rake the third time
From the Tuoni shores and waters,
In the rake she finds the body
Of her long-lost Lemminkainen,
In the metal teeth entangled,
In the rake with copper handle.
Thus the reckless Lemminkainen,
Thus the son of Kalevala,
Was recovered from the bottom
Of the Manala lake and river.
There were wanting many fragments,
Half the head, a hand, a fore-arm,
Many other smaller portions,
Life, above all else, was missing."

-Kalevala

sunnuntai 24. toukokuuta 2009

Nasshut


"Nasshut, blind and crippled shepherd,
Wretched shepherd of Pohyola,
Stood beside the death-land river,
Near the sacred stream and whirlpool,
Guarding Tuonela's waters,
Waiting there for Lemminkainen,
Listening there for Kaukomieli,
Waiting long the hero's coming.
Finally he hears the footsteps
Of the hero on his journey,
Hears the tread of Lemminkainen,
As he journeys nearer, nearer,
To the river of Tuoni,
To the cataract of death-land,
To the sacred stream and whirlpool."

-Kalevala

torstai 21. toukokuuta 2009

Tuonelan joutsen


"Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,
Made this answer to the suitor:
"I will only give my daughter,
Give to thee my fairest virgin,
Bride of thine to be forever,
When for me the swan thou killest
In the river of Tuoni,
Swimming in the black death-river,
In the sacred stream and whirlpool;
Thou canst try one cross-bow only,
But one arrow from thy quiver."

-Kalevala