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JUHANI AHVENJÄRVI

CLAES ANDERSSON

EVA-STINA BYGGMÄSTAR

TOMAS MIKAEL BÄCK

AGNETA ENCKELL

MARTIN ENCKELL

TUA FORSSTRÖM

PENTTI HOLAPPA

JOUNI INKALA

RIINA KATAJAVUORI

JYRKI KIISKINEN

TOMI KONTIO

JUKKA KOSKELAINEN

LEEVI LEHTO

HEIDI LIEHU

RAKEL LIEHU

LAURI OTONKOSKI

MARKKU PAASONEN

ANNUKKA PEURA

MIRKKA REKOLA

HENRIKA RINGBOM

PENTTI SAARITSA

HELENA SINERVO

EIRA STENBERG

ANNI SUMARI

ILPO TIIHONEN

SIRKKA TURKKA

MERJA VIROLAINEN

KJELL WESTÖ (ANDERS HED)

MARKKU PAASONEN Markku Paasonen (b. 1967)
is author living in Helsinki. He has published four collections of poems.
A Constantly Turning Baroque
White 

You must find a crack in which you can rest your heart as in a hollow in a tree. That is what I said to my patient. When you look carefully, a void appears in the market between the orange awnings of the stalls. Where, yesterday, you saw herrings and credit-card reading devices you see a great slash. The landscape is rent in two, I said and heard later that that sentence induced my patient to consider me incompetent. The landscape is rent into two furrowed tongues of flesh. If, at that moment, you use your hands to grasp both strips of the fabric of the world and open up the void with all your strength, you may be able to slip inside. Days later I disappeared into the void. My dog, my wife and my daughter tore at the rent cloth with tooth and nail and called after me. We are real, they cried; your life is here with us. Now I hear their voices only weakly. Here it is white, unbelievably white. As if writing were to end and what continued travelling was no longer I:


Tiamat

The meeting

Film noir

White

The gift


 
Kokoelmasta Voittokulku, 2001 
Translated from the Finnish by Hilde Hawkins