juhannus 2010

Ruusuja pinnassa ja

pullot altaan pohjalla.

Sukellan olutta varten pohjaan asti.

Jään sinne ja juon, katson ylös veden läpi,

kun näkyy aurinko tai tähdet.

like did the thoughts

I walked it trough trough trough,

I talked you in the end.

It was on time

you hit the spot

Everything was on it’s place.

I walked trough the city

and saw the birds cry.

I heard the mothers, monsters and fathers shouting at their kids,

I met the eyes looking for someone.

I saw the streets and

I talked with everyone,

I met in my mind.

I counted the hundred dogs

and one golden deer and two balloons on the water and seven ducks.

The wind went trough me like did the thoughts.

Write about improvisation

Improvisation is an instant composition. I take a moment, I take a sound, I take few movements, I let the poem to become a poem. I show to the audience what there is, what they could see. And I let them see what they see, I don’t control them, I don’t want to control them. We are experiencing together what ever happens.

Let the poem to come out, let the sound to come, listen to the moment, and let the moment be as long or as short as it wants to be.

Improvisation could be reacting with your body to what’s happening. It’s not about thinking and it’s not about deciding with your head. It’s about being in the moment and making decisions as they come. It’s possible to change something in the space and it’s possible to support what’s happening in different ways.

Improvisation can give a strong but maybe unconscious feeling of being pleased and enjoying when everything feels like being on their right places.

Four legs, two heads - 4 jalkaa ja 2 päätä

Rintakehä voi olla kuin litteä laatikko,

tai sali, jossa tanssii hengitys. Soittaa rintarangan pilliä, soittaa palkeita, haitaria, kylkiluiden urkuja.

My ribcage can be like a flat box for the small heart to beat beat beat.

Or an expanding room, for my breathe to dance around, to play the organs of the ribs, the accordeon, to send air to dance in all the smaller rooms of; my stomach, the face, the neck, the cells, the hands, the fingers, the toes, my head and the thoughts.

It’s for the heart to beat and to resonate. - ja sydän saa kaikua.

viime talvena

Talvisäällä ei huvita asua yhtään missään.
Lunta ei mulle. Ei minun päähän räntää eikä pakkaslunta. Ei minun naamalle sohjoa suoraa huutoa. Ei kiitos.
En kahlaa kinoksissa sinun perässä. En varmasti. En laske mäkeä, en hiihdä enkä luistele. En sinun mieliksi enkä muutenkaan.

En tuijota tyhjää valkeeta peltoa enää ikinä,
en siivoa pihoja kun tulee lisää lunta lisää lunta.
Enemmän unta ja valkea peitto, kiehuva aurinko ja punajuurikeitto.

Vaan kaupungin valot auringosta, lämmin ilma kädellä ja silmillä.
Kiveä ja kiveä, kävelen paljain jaloin ja varon sirpaleita.
Puistossa vihreä, vesi valkoista, lämmin ajatus. Levänneet huulet, paljon puhetta.
Busseissa paljon ihmisiä, paljon naurua. Valuvia hedelmiä, kypsiä nuoria, valmiita kukkia. Lyhyet hameet. Kiharoita ja hiuksia. Makea juoma lasissa, hedelmien mehu, mahla huulilla. Suutele suutele suutele niitä jokaista. Käsi etsii kättä ja silmät etsii silmiä.

ja pimeä tulee tänne äkkiä.

lintuja ja laulua

Satuja ja halaamista ja lintuja tulee suusta ja laulu kainalosta.
Ja tänä päivänä kaikki mennään rantaan, mennään veteen.
Vaatteet päällä ja vesi tulee kaula-aukosta paidan alle, niin
kuin kylmät kädet koskettaa ihoa.

Juna ajaa läpi maailman aikatauluista jäljessä.
Laitan kädet paidan alle lämpiämään.

Linnut häkkiin, minä nauhoitan laulun. Paita repeää ja
sataa vettä niin kuin sinkittyjä nauloja.
Savusta tulee taivaalle pilvet.

It rains like sink nails.

Making myself at home / kaisa kotoutuu

I came back from Finland and I'm in Berlin again. I spend few days in the different offices to register, to get the right of abode (vapaan liikkuvuuden lupa tai jotain) and to register at the unemployment office. The lines are long and there's no air to breathe. I didn't know what papers I was supposed to have in these places, so I had to go back to all of them. To the registration office I went three times. And at the unemployment office I have to go always with someone who speaks german, they don't speak any english.

Then I got high fever and was sick watching movies and reading books for three days.

I watched animations:

Kiki's delivery service
Persepolis
Waltz with Bashir
Metropia

I read a novel, Among other things, I've taken up smoking by Aoibheann Sweeney

The book, Kiki and Persepolis all are stories of a girl moving away from home to a new city and starting their lives there. I could really identify with the characters and stories.

Waltz with Bashir and Metropia were both dark movies, first one told about the war in Lebanon and Metropia about the future we're heading towards when people has no power anymore.

Our washing machine is working, so I was making laundry yesterday and today and then some more.

" I love this feeling, being at home at night, no one is here, i'm on my own. The washing machine is growling and squealing cozy, the only one interrupting me. The candle smells like the Starbucks or the gift wrap -stores in the u.s. Vanilla makes everyone feel safe. I'm here to make sure the pipes won't leak, I'm here to write sleepy descriptions of the atmosphere with ink to color my index finger and thumb black or blue. It looks like the ink gets trough the skin."

I was writing with my ink pen ja söin lettuja:




This blog is going to be as unorganized as I am, without a clear subject. Many things happening, I remember to tell some of them to someone who might be interested. Maybe some pictures, maybe something else.

If someone want's good information about moving to Berlin in finnish, here you get it:
http://abenteuer-in-berlin.blogspot.com/2010/03/muutto-berliiniin-osa-23-byrokratiaa.html

greeting and thanks to Maiju! :)

When I get better, I'll go to the volkschule to get to the german classes, find the finnish seurakunta and try to get some baby-sitting jobs. And I'll start dancing!

Kaisa