Author: Lassi Nummi
Weird calm
Issue 1/1998 | Archives online, Fiction, poetry
A selection of poems, translated by Herbert Lomas and Anselm Hollo. Interview by Tarja Roinila
Agnosis IV
Set your altar up in the evening, in the morning clear it away: the wandering goes on. Don't persuade yourself of anything, or anyone else: fearful forces are epidemic, no place is sacred for long. Again and again the sacred starts. If you happen to be there don't refuse to see.
(1989) a light wind stirring a treetop: a shoal of fish in blue abyss
From Hiidentyven (‘Weird calm’, Otava, 1984) More…
Poems
31 March 1998 | Fiction, poetry
Agnosis IV
Set your altar up in the evening, in the morning clear it away: the wandering goes on. Don't persuade yourself of anything, or anyone else: fearful forces are epidemic, no place is sacred for long. Again and again the sacred starts. If you happen to be there don't refuse to see. a light wind stirring a treetop: a shoal of fish in blue abyss
Poems
Issue 1/1979 | Archives online, Fiction, poetry
Poems from Lähdössä tänään (‘Leaving today’, 1977) Introduction by Jouko Tyyri
1
‘The wind’s speaking.’ If the wind were really speaking
could we endure its words
so void, flinty, so groping?
Inside them
they have
salt, horror,
mania: a long-drawn black speechless
roller that wipes the coast clean
of houses, woods, junk. It swashes
your eyes. If I’d had some
feeling. Or thought. If
I was something. If I was I.
It’s gone.
There’s nothing here. Only a draught.
The air moving back and forth, soon to drop.
2
Orlando di Lasso's melodies airy, without a touch of soil a little dust on as much as might be on a butterfly's wing only just so much
Orlando himself, four hundred years
remoulded into loam, coalesced with dust
just like you, you, just like you More…