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lauantaina, joulukuuta 18, 2004
a tuneless silence
today. went to library. discovered, under the extremely small english books section, a gem of all books. a compilation of every story and poem written by my ultimate idol. Edgar Allen Poe. i mean, hallo. Edgar Allen Poe. the master of all masters. the creme de la creme. the big kahuna. how could i resist temptation? i borrowed it. still dazed and reeling from the shock of the discovery of that book. i already read the first. feel like devouring the whole book, but i have to tell myself to slow down. read them one by one. enjoy it word for word, leaving no word untouched. goodness. lady luck seems to be smiling on me today.
forgive me if my post today seems very incomplete. its the book. it really is.
yesterday i left off at the sauna. did nothing after that but wrap presents. and wrap presents. and then sleep. again, my dreams were very much broken. i remember seeing a tree, standing alone, the sky darkening. the tree is barren. no leaves are upon its branches. the sky goes on as if it never ends. unmarred by a single cloud. and the wind blows. its cold, it cuts you like millions of tiny little knives. but yet, as it tortures you, it brings you a sense of peace. and the tree sways, it sways. the sky darkens some more. soon, all i saw was that black tree swaying in the wind. its movements draw me towards it. but i cannot explain it. no i cannot. i go closer. the tree fades away. i wake up. only was one part of my dream. that windy dream. i felt a draught in the room when i woke up. it left me wondering.
perhaps its just the Edgar Allen Poe.
so i woke up. i decided to watch some tv. Up North. this mtve show. yes, mtve. not mtv. basically the chart is abt the top 20 videos from Scandinavia. its really good. Scandinavian artist can really hold their own against the American and British artists. black metal, hip hop, alternative rock. you name it, you got it. my fave band is currently at the top of the chart. saybia. song name : surrender. very nice.
there is also Dhani with his song Girl Talk. pretty boy, that one. then there is this beautiful girl with a very catchy song. Fake your beauty. here's a list of songs i like. i can't remember all the artists. but check it out at mtve.com.
saybia : sweet surrender
the hives : 2 timing touching broken bones
dhani : girl talk
-do not remember-: Fake Your Beauty
nightwish : i wish i had an angel
and the list goes on. tuning into the radio here isn't that bad either.
just to tell a hilarious story. it is a true account of what happened to me 2 nights ago. you might be horrified. be warned.
säsä went out for some meeting and isoäiti had this pikku joulu juhla on, so i was to stay alone at home. isoäiti let me light one tuikku, or small candle in this cute candle holder in a shape of a little hut. very elf-like. so well, i sat by the candle for the whole time she was gone and then säsä came home. so i went to my room. i finally got bored of tv, and decided to go wash the dishes and clean up a little. and finish my homework. when i reached the kitchen i saw the lil hut in the kitchen. i just shrugged it off as i thought säsä had put it there. when isoäiti came home i found out what really happened.
säsä came into the room and told isoäiti that the mökki (lil hut) was dangerous. why? bcos it caught on fire while säsä was asleep. apparently, there was not enough air supply to that small candle flame and it made the thing catch fire. the fire grew and grew until it nearly reached the
cloth lanp shade. but luckily säsä put it out. all without a sound. thank goodness. or we would have all burnt to a crisp.
today. aft Edgar Allen Poe. what else but rush home and read it. my eyes got tired and my palms got sweaty. so i decided to blog to calm down.
oh yes, isi....i had savu haili AND lakritsi jätskiä. TWICE. jealous yet?
some poem abt my dream. by, me
my sweet surrender
that beautiful silence
accompanies my loneliness
that solitude
that peace
that tuneless song of the wind
that howls,
roars around my ears
it makes me sway
like that young sapling i used to be
the keen air
so cold
so cold
it scathes me
cuts me like a knife
torturous yet soothing
that paintless painting
that endless blue
marred not by cloud
it envelops me
embracing me
in its neverending consistency
the slow drift
flakes like feather
so cool
so cool
lightly landing
leaving the land before my feet
in a bed of white
that pulsing,
throbbing,
that silent rhythm i hear within me
it waits patiently
for its awakening
the flurry
it ruffles my spirit
mixed thoughts
coarse through my head
but it settles,
it settles
before awakening
it returns me
to sweet surrender
that is it. i wonder, if it is of usual standard. or just something that seems like slipshod work. Edgar Allen Poe was resented among other writers. one even claimed that he delivered slipshod writing. but enough of him. i bore you. goodnight.
i surrender myself
into the arms of a beautiful stranger
i surrender myself to you...
saybia, sweet surrender
12/18/2004 07:28:00 ip.