Go back to Part 2 here.
Saturday
iPod:
Edge of the World- Within Temptationi'm gonna run to the edge of the world
run to the edge of the world
feel that i'm gonna get home if i try
i'm gonna run to the edge of the world
run to the edge of the world
need to find my way homeJoensuu day.
Kitee is nice but I'm anxious to see a bit more of Finland than just the airport, a few train stations, and one small town. It's an hour drive, so there's plenty of time to put on the headphones and listen through the songs I've collected for this trip so far.
The street lines are wrong. Odd thing to notice, but I do all the same. What's weird is that I can't quite put my finger on why they look "off" to me. I want to say the edges are too square, but no, I think they're just thinner than I'm used to seeing on American roads.
See, this is why I hope we as a species never spontaneously develop telepathy. The random inane crap that cycles through my head on a regular basis, oi.
iPod:
Godspeed- Anberlinburning down neverland
scatter the ashes
white lines black tar the matches
is this another death by misadventure
tell me what you got, what you really got
Sometimes my phone has this one song it keeps shuffling to. Today it's Godspeed by Anberlin; one of the handful of Christian bands I can still stand to listen to. It's a good traveling song and seems to fit especially well for the approach into Joensuu. The city is not unlike the downtown areas of, say, Jacksonville or Tampa: lots of small shops and curious places hidden in block-long, several story high buildings.
Today is another open air concert day for the music groups, part of an overall larger festival that's been happening in Joensuu for the last couple days. Once we get off the bus we have some time before they perform, so we're allowed to go exploring. Magda and I split off from the main group to try and track down a little bookstore we spotted from the bus coming in.
Joensuu is full of oddities. I don't know if that's true of all Finnish cities…Finnish people do have a certain odd, wry sense of humor…but where else would you find a bronze sculpture of a smirking wolf in a suit on a random bench?
Or a wooden fish.
Or a giant nest with a giant blue-green egg at the bridge…
Lots of walking and many pictures later, we find a bookstore. Not the one we were looking for, but eh, books are books. There's also a rack of CD's, which I paw through hoping to find something by Johanna Kurkela. (This is also one of my goals while in Finland. Her music is
danged difficult to get hold of in the States). I don't, but I do find a copy of Hanson's Middle of Nowhere…appropriate, yeah? I also find lots of Oasis music. Oh, does
that bring back high school memories. I guess someone was a fan.
We walk farther and finally find
the bookstore, and I score a copy of the first book of the Belgariad in Finnish. I've always loved that series and I own it in English, so, this will definitely be one of my practice books. I also find a copy of the second half of the first book of the Wheel of Time, which I also get. We then happen upon a game shop. They have Magic cards, which I suppose shouldn't surprise me, and a few lovely maps of worlds that neither of us recognize (that all the place names are in Finnish doesn't exactly help). We walk to the bridge and take more pictures.
Finnish dumpsters are weird looking. I spot a cat sculpture that looks strangely like one my husband and I acquired in North Carolina. Finnish flats don't seem to have curtains on their windows.
But now it's time to head back to the music square.
iPod:
Escapist- Nightwish
a nightingale in a golden cage
that's me locked inside reality's maze
come someone make my heavy heart light
it all starts with a lullabyBy now, I've heard most of the Nightwish renditions that our group has done. That GSoE/SBtB medley, in particular, does not get old. But the interesting part to me now is watching how other people react; people who haven't heard them yet. Is the average person in Finland familiar with Nightwish music? Hard to tell. If not, do they appreciate the songs on their own merit? I think so. They damn well should.
Nobody has attempted Escapist yet, though…
Tangent time again.
I can distinctly remember when Escapist became one of my favorite songs, because it helped me solve a character problem in a story I was working on at the time. A girl who was chosen by a black owl to enter a forest and marry the forest king. In my dream, the king was this sort of Peter Pan-like character, but in order for the actual story to work he needed to be something slightly less whimsical. Problem is, I didn't know what.
I had most of the book plotted out: I had a whole opening scene where my protagonist, Lily, is in her house at night and can't sleep. The black owl comes and taps on her window; she goes outside and follows it into the morning; she wakes up and the forest king is sitting there with her, playing a flute. But I was having a difficult time breaking this mysterious character out of the Peter Pan stereotype he grew from. Who is he, what does he want, what stake does he have in this story?
Meanwhile, sometime after my first Nightwish concert (and thus me still in a NW 24/7 mood), I'm reworking this story in my mind and I turn on Escapist…
who's there knocking at my window?
the owl and the dead boy
this night whispers my name
all the dying children
virgin snow beneath my feet
painting the world in white
i tread the way and lose myself into a tale…and I just about fell off the couch, because
that was my story. Almost image identical to that first scene. And my forest king, Auru…he's like the Dead Boy. Reluctant ruler of the last wilderness. Plays the flute = songwriter. Musician. Mysterious and sad. A dreamer hemmed in by the world. Now I have a character I can work with, because I know the Dead Boy very, very well. Suddenly I have a set of strengths and, more importantly, flaws to work with in refining Auru.
“i’m a puppet on this silent stage show.
i’m but a poet who failed his best play.
a dead boy, who failed to write an ending to each of his poems.”
“a nightingale in a golden cage
that’s me locked inside reality’s maze”
“blame me, it’s me
coward, good for nothing scapegoat
dumb kid, living a dream
romantic only on paper”
“sing what you can’t say
forget what you can’t play”
“get away, run away, fly away
lead me astray to dreamer’s hideaway”
“you told I had the eyes of the wolf
search them and find the beauty of the beast”
“so much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me…i’m sorry”I can combine the idea of a reluctant ruler with an escapist and get a struggling character who’d love nothing more than to go back to the days where he didn’t have to care about anything, where he wasn’t responsible for the last of his people and the last Forest…where he wasn’t failing everyone he loves, but who feels he can’t give up.
And Escapist is full of other imagery I can use.
There are very, very few voices I can imagine doing justice to that song, which is why I always get a little nervous when someone says they're going to cover it.
Minniva has one of those few voices that's powerful and clear and innocent enough to pull it off. I am impressed.
come someone make my heavy heart light
come undone bring me back to lifeiPod:
Winds of Change- Kutlessdo you feel the winds of change
soon this weight will fall away
and take you to a place
only found through these winds of change
a breeze that's new and free
new and freeAfter the concert we have a bit more time, so Magda and I go into the nearby mall looking for lunch. We end up at a Subway…and as I remember from my trip to Europe fifteen years ago, big chains are pretty much the same no matter where in the world you find them. This is the most time I've spent with just one other person during this whole event, and I think my first impression of Magda was pretty accurate: we are a lot alike.
What is that meme? "Friendship is so weird. You just pick a human you've met and you're like yup I like this one and you just do stuff with them."
In the mall again, and we find the most perfect store in existence: a bookstore with an art supply shop right above it. Aaaand we've only got like fifteen minutes left before we have to be back at the bus. Which might be just as well…less temptation to spend money. I can remember how badly I missed having a palette knife when I was painting Aino, and am tempted to get one…but I have one at home and I don't know that I'm going to be doing any more painting while I'm here.
We get back on the bus and a unicorn hunt unexpectedly pays off...
iPod:
Star Sky instrumental- Two Steps From HellMost people sleep on the ride home. I'm lucky I can't, because I know exactly how utterly ridiculous I look when I fall asleep in an upright chair. (I have a horrible picture from high school to prove it.) So on come the headphones again.
Ever had a feeling you daren't name, because speaking it will make it real?
I know the words to this song but I can't sing them yet. I'm not…quite ready.
This trip is testing me. I've made one major step, but I can sense another on the horizon. It's like holding the tether on a bird…I want to hold it close because it's beautiful, but at the same time, I know I have to let it go because its freedom is exactly what I find beautiful about it.
Not to mention the uncomfortable truth that the tether never belonged to me in the first place.
iPod:
Lasienkeli- Indicapysy paikallasi hiljaa (stay quiet on your place)
silloin kaunis oot, lasienkeli (then you are beautiful, glass angel)
pidä suusi kiinni (keep your mouth shut)
sillä koskaan totta eivät ole sanasi (because your words are never truth)Somewhere in the space between Joensuu and Sunday, I have a fantastic idea for a drawing. I want to depict the Oceansouls and the Wishmasters…not so much as they are but as I hear them when they perform. On a seashore like sirens or in a deep forest as wizards, respectively. Very fantastical. But…there aren't many days left. There's no way in hell I'm going to finish one drawing like that, let alone two. Yet I also can't bear to just wait until I get home. The inspiration bolt does not strike like fire very often, so when it does, you
go with it.
Joensuu is also a turning point in that suddenly I feel like I can ask where people are and what they're doing and do they want to do this other thing? This is something I have trouble with because I have this stupid, unreasonable need not to seem needy or clingy. It's not that I don't keep track of people…I do, rather obsessively at times…or that I don't care if they're around or not. I do. I care
too much, which is what makes me afraid to need people. Now I feel like we've been through enough together, we've forged something real here, therefore I am allowed to miss you. Where I have always noticed your absence, now I am allowed to verbally comment on it.
This is freeing.
This is also precarious.
sinun läpi nään kun suunnittelet (i see through you, when you are planning)
kuinka avaat siipesi (to open up your wings)
siksi vahdin (that's why i watch you)
ettei lentoon pääse enää lasienkeli (so the glass angel won't get to fly)iPod:
Champagne Supernova- Oasiswake up the dawn and ask her why
a dreamer dreams she never dies
wipe that tear away now from your eye
slowly walking down the hall
faster than a cannon ball
where were you while we were getting high?I know I must have gone to sauna…in fact I'm almost sure I did every night from Saturday to Röskö…but now I can't remember each separate night. Again, my mind is full of little moments, but I can't place them in order.
There was the night…Saturday night, I think…where Plamen had me try Tennessee moonshine for the first time (never again!). Someone dropped a glass. It was good that I had shoes on.
There was the night Dean brought a ball to the pool and we played this ridiculous game of passing it around and making noises. I fell in trying to catch the ball at one point and bruised my toe.
There was the night we sang Turn Loose the Mermaids with Veronique.
There was the night I came out of the steam sauna and managed to sing a piece of Deep Silent Complete and not sound horrible, which I had never been able to do before and haven't been able to do since.
There was the night Emil slipped and cut his back.
There was the night I stayed three hours because people kept showing up right about the time I'd been about to leave.
There was the night someone made the sauna so hot everyone cleared out in a panting horde, after which every time I came out of a hot sauna and Adrian was around, he would splash water on me. I think that was the same night Dmitry showed me the shower with the disconnecting head and I got my revenge…and then Dean found the hose and mild chaos ensued.
There was the night my vertigo started acting up again so bad I had to sit in the shower room for a long while.
Some of these things probably happened on the same night.
I can't remember.
some day you will find me
caught beneath the landslide
in a champagne supernova in the sky
Sunday
iPod:
Sabra Girl- Nickel Creeklonely the life that once i led
strange the paths on which we tread
led me to you, unlikely but true
sabra girl, clouding my view
rainy the day, the first time we met
deep was the talk, forever my debt
it didn't seem wrong, to sing a sad song
sabra girl, soon you'd be goneSunday, I think, is the day time speeds up. Up until this point, we've done so much that it hardly seems possible that so few days have passed. Now we've hit the midpoint. This is the day of the last major concert.
I spend the morning planning out the Oceansouls drawing and gathering source images. At one point I had to go snap a few photos of Dean at the piano, because I couldn't find any that were close enough to what I wanted. I hope I didn't embarrass him too much, but I did get the shot I needed.
The key gets locked in the cave sometime after lunch. I get Plamen to open it again. I keep working.
In the back of my mind I'm starting to feel the tiny grains of sand ticking down.
iPod:
Army of Dolls- Delainhow do you look into the mirror
when you’re too tired to fake a smile
your misery won’t make you look thinner
reality is bitter
it’s your hand and yours alone that has opened
the door to let their voices in
into your head, under your skin
fix your face or you will never fit inIn looking through pictures of an event that you're part of…as I'm doing for this drawing…inevitably you're going to find pictures of yourself. Even as camera-shy as a person as I am, there are still a few.
I admit I've never much liked how I look on camera. I envy that little worldbuilding aspect of the Matrix, where your Matrix body is not quite how you actually look, but how you
think you look. Of course, if that was reality I'd probably look like a different person every single day, so…
It's funny, I don't have this issue with the mirror. I can look at my own face and see that my features aren't unpleasant to look at. But every time I happen across a photo of myself I can't help that treacherous little voice in my head that goes,
"Ugh, is that really what I look like? Is that what people see when they look at me?" It doesn't help that in practically every photo (if I'm aware of the camera), I'm wearing this "mildly perplexed to find myself in the picture at all" uncomfortable smile.
Obviously it doesn't matter; it never has. If I'm going to earn someone's respect or admiration, I want it to be for my art or writing or something I've done, something
worthwhile…not how similar my face or body is to some subjective ideal standard of beauty. I've had this talk with myself. Hell, probably everyone has; we even had it in the sauna one night. "If I was beautiful, what would I do with it? What purpose would it serve in my life?" And I can never think of an answer that gives me any sort of satisfaction. I don't
need to attract that sort of attention, being married and all, you know?
Outer beauty fades, looks don't matter, it's what's inside that counts. We keep saying these things to one another because they are true…even when deep down they don't feel true. Perhaps that's when it's most important to say them…when they don't feel true.
Some things are true whether you believe it or not.
But still.
Still.
A certain love affair with the beautiful comes with being an artist. I still see it in people; I'm still pulled toward it. And there's always going to be that secret wish for the pull to be reciprocated. We are all such vain little apes in the end, I suppose.
iPod:
Scarlet- Delainlike a flower, grows on intentionally towards the sun
i grow towards the one that hurts me mostTo choose a road is to to forsake all other roads, else you hesitate so long at the crossroads that the sun sets and all the paths become closed to you. You can't spend so much time looking back that you neglect to move forward.
As Dumbledore says,
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."It is not regret, to admit to yourself that those other roads still appeal to you. It is not betrayal, to look back and wonder where another road might have gone. Or maybe it is…and if so I stand guilty as charged.
So much of what I love about this place lies on roads no longer open to me. And the longer I'm here, the clearer that becomes to me. And the more it breaks my heart.
iPod:
The Heart Asks Pleasure First- Nightwishsilent night surrounding me
on the shore of wistful sea
a kindest heart made me believe
the world as i wish it to be
wind in the wheat
kiss by a hearth
little hideaways for a lonely heartI remember Sunday as a melancholy day, though it was really no different than any other "typical" day. Maybe it was the familiarity of it all. I am becoming accustomed to this routine of meals, art, concert, sauna, and whatever happens in between. I know everyone's face and most everyone's name (that's how horrible I am with names; even as late as Sunday, I can still positively name only like three-quarters of the group.) I've gotten used to the campus, to the little bit of Kitee we've walked over the last week.
The thing is, always in the back of my mind is the knowledge that a week after I return from Finland, we've moving across the state. I likely will not recognize the state of my own house when I get back, and then we throw all our crap in a truck and leave it behind forever. It's not like I've never traveled…but I have never lived more than 20 miles away from the place I was born.
In Kitee I am as far away from home as I have ever been in my life, and it feels very much like I'm never actually going home. And so I feel a bit cast adrift, with only the friends I've made here to anchor me.
And I've only got one more week with them.
iPod:
Turn Loose the Mermaids- Nightwishoh, how beautiful it used to be
just you and me far beyond the sea
the waters, scarce in motion
quivering stillThe concert is a Nightwish love fest, music-wise. And thanks to Dmitry's computer wizardry, we're able to project images that the art group has made onto the curtain behind the stage during the performances. So it kinda feels like everyone is part of the last big musical hurrah.
They perform a lot of songs that I've drawn. So…I have quite a number of my pieces shown over the course of the concert, and I don't quite know how to feel about this. I have so many dry spells where I just can't seem to get anything done that I lose sight of the fact that, yes, I've actually done a hell of a lot of Nightwish art over the last three years.
I remember drawing Turn Loose the Mermaids. That was my first properly difficult one, I think, because I just could not nail down a unifying theme. I scrapped two different layouts before deciding to tie it in with the Lady of Shallot mythology. I call Mermaids my "magic song" because such odd things seem to cross my path whenever I listen to it. Like the morning I awoke to find our apartment lake full of huge white pelicans (which I had never seen in Florida before). Or like the night I saw a single paper lantern floating down US1.
I'm glad they did Mermaids. It's gorgeous and melancholy and so under-appreciated.
iPod:
The Greatest Show on Earth- Nightwish
Oh, so
this is the concert during which we're going to sing the Toolmaker? I had started to wonder.
And poor Andrew has the KIMAF plague.
I think it was a lovely idea to both start and finish the concert with The Greatest Show on Earth…it's like a full circle. Us few brave souls in the art group got to join in for the Toolmaker bit. I wish I'd had a bit more time to learn the alto part properly, but again, nobody is really going to hear me, so eh, I do my best.
I miss choir.
"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of those stupefying odds, it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?"This song. This massive, absurd, incredible song. You can't even just sit down and listen to it from beginning to end unless you've got half an hour to spare. It was this quote, however, that really caught me the first time I heard it. It just…didn't go where I expected it to at all. The first line alone is so ridiculous that you have to stop and listen.
Most people in my life would find that quote depressing, or hopeless, or proof that atheists have nothing to live for. I feel quite the opposite. If by chance I am here, in place of so many who aren't…how can I do anything less than strive to make that chance
mean something? Those words make me want to live up to them, if that makes any sense. I will die but by all the gods that may or may not exist, I will have
lived before I do.
Coming to Kitee never made any sense in the context of my nice little responsible life, and it's possibly that I may never be able to come back. But what the hell is the point of jobs and money and school and living, if you never let yourself do the things you just love to do, for no other reason? Join your voice and talent and time with other likeminded people just because it's beautiful and magical and you can?
I am alive here. That should be reason enough.
iPod:
Storytime- Nightwish
i am the journey
i am the destination
i am the home
the tale that reads you
a way to taste the night
the elusive high
follow the madness
alice you know once didAfter the concert, Plamen takes a few of us who haven't yet been down to the studio under the school. This is, we're told, where Nightwish recorded their first two albums. We then get to sign the wall, which is an amazing privilege.
Coming back up, we stumble upon a spontaneous sing-along of Élan. Remember how I said I love hanging around with musicians? This is why. This is exactly why.
Storytime is my "muse" song; the one that describes who I strive to be as an artist.
"I am the voice of never never land"…as a fantasy writer, that's exactly what I perceive my task to be. All the crazy poignant amazing worlds I see in my mind, I want other people to see them too.
It's a good end for the day.
Monday
iPod:
Askeleet- IndicaOn Monday we finally get to go inside the Nightwish museum. Well, those of us who haven't been yet, that is…I think it's one of those things you do once or twice and then you're like, "Okay, I've seen this; don't really need to see it again." The Nightwish section is actually a room within the much bigger Kitee museum, which is full of all sorts of old, dusty, curious Finnish things. I'm pleased to finally see the place for myself…I've heard so much about it…but I wonder if the experience would have been different if we'd done this at the beginning of last week.
I think I've become a bit…inoculated to the constant barrage of Nightwish related music and trivia and doing what most fans only dream about. The things in that room are extremely interesting, but the fact that this is
Tuomas' first keyboard, or
this jacket was worn by Tarja at such-and-such concert…eh, it's all just stuff, you know? Things are just things in the end, and it's not the things I love. But on the other hand, that is kind of just how I am. I've never been much infatuated with collecting famous signatures, or with touching something just because a person I admire once held it, or owning something of theirs just because it was theirs. It's not their touch that's magical to me.
Okay…I admit I do like getting my artwork signed. But it's because that feels more like an exchange of respect.
The absolute closest I came to a heart-skipping moment was seeing the actual physical demo tape of the first three Nightwish songs, because that's literally where it all started.
The figurine shelf is precious.
Somebody carved a Wishmaster sword, because why not.
I take pictures of the photos from Tuomas' young days and feel utterly skeevy about it…but one drawing I have planned for the future is of the Dead Boy, and I know I'll need a face to work from. I don't particularly want to have to scour the internet looking for pics like that; I'd rather just have my own references if I need them.
There's a fantastic old organ that still works, and manages to make any song you play on it sound like a track from a classic horror film.
I collect more Finnish reading material.
anna olla (let it be)
aio en (i won't)
nousta vastaan (rise against)
vaikenen (i'll stay silent)
vain katselen kun menet pois (i'm just watching as you go away)
vain katselen (i'm just watching)
anna olla (let it be)
aio en (i won't)
viedä muilta (take it away from others)
vaikenen (i'll stay silent)
vain katselen kun menet pois (i'm just watching as you go away)
vain katselen (i'm just watching)
ne häviää (they disappear)
vain kuuntelen (i'm just listening)
askeleet vain kuuntelen (i'll only hear the steps)I kinda wish the whole group was here. I've gotten to a point where I can imagine how the inevitable running commentary would go.
I'm going to miss that.
iPod:
Comalies- Lacuna Coilslegami (unleash me)
dal mio rimorso (from my remorse)
sei diverso (you are different)
mentre muoio e poi (while i am dying and then)
risorgo dentro te (i'm rising again inside you)
finchè vivrò (as long as i live)
ricordarti così (remembering you like this)
sarà una colpa eterna su di me (will be an eternal blame on me)I also spent a lot of Monday working on the Oceansouls drawing.
I've already decided that I'm going to finish it with my Copic markers at home, and all too soon I get to a point where I have to say, "I can't take this any further while I'm here." Getting each face right has been a challenge and I love it, although I've also been fighting my aversion to drawing people I'm fond of.
I guess that needs explaining.
I'm both an extremely visual and tactile person. I think in images and I like to touch things: trees, banisters, railings, furniture, animals. It's why I walk barefooted any time I can get away with it. It grounds me, makes me feel connected to wherever I am. This translates to my art in that when I'm drawing an object, in my mind it feels very much like running a hand over whatever I'm putting on paper. I am, quite literally, capturing it. It's one of the things I find soothing about drawing; the time you spend studying and wrestling with your subject; the way you have to brood over every line, every curve, every angle; the way you feel like you know that object (or person) so much better when you're finished. It's probably the closest sensation to an act of worship as an agnostic can get.
I can draw, say, a chair without feeling weird because the chair, being inanimate, doesn't care if I run my hands all over it. I don't need its consent. I can draw other people's pets because I know I'll do them justice…I will learn in petting them how they like being petted, in a sense. I can draw my family, my cats, people close to me…because in my mind, they already know and welcome my touch.
It's drawing people that I like but whom I don't know well, or know at all, that messes with my head. I feel like I'm caressing every line and shade of their face with a pencil and I simultaneously feel like I do not have permission to do this. It just feels weird in a way I can't quite explain, and it's worse when drawing guys. (Guess why.) It's why I so rarely draw the members of Nightwish, and Tuomas in particular. I love their music a little bit too much.
I can do the music groups if I just don't let my brain get started.
I'm honestly not sure if drawing the art group would feel weird…or it
wouldn't.
iPod:
Hello Alone- Anberlin
is this where the interstate ends?
in coastal towns like this
waiting for my world to cave under
we seem to invent ourselves
in the places left unknown
if hope could only find me out
is this the end of everything we've known?
this is the end of everything i am
is anybody out there?
hello! hello!
broken hearts like promises are left for lesser knowns
is anybody out there?
alone! alone!
cause the coldest winters thrive...It's overcast and drippy outside, and much of the music group is either sick or recovering from being sick. The KIMAF plague has been making its rounds through the school since last week. It's had its way with Alexandra and then Kate a bit later, but other than that it seems to have left the art group mostly alone. But even so, the school feels particularly lonely and deserted today.
The brightest spot that afternoon, and this sounds odd even to me, is when Dean tracked me down and pointed out that I had Dubravka's arm positioned wrong in my drawing. Okay but so, this means they've looked at it, they like it, and they want it to be right as much as I do. That's a good thing. Ten years as a writer has taught me to love criticism; that's how you find out where you can fix things, make them better. And it's an easy fix, even if I am a little embarrassed I didn't notice the oops myself.
Night…or what passes for night in a Finnish summer… falls a little too soon.
I go for a walk.
iPod:
Start Swimming- Delaini'm waiting for another day
i'm waiting for the clock to reach the six and twelve
i'm waiting for a holiday
i'm waiting for myself
i'm waiting for another day
i'm waiting for the clock to reach the six and twelve
i'm waiting for a holiday
i'm waiting for myself
And wouldn't you know it, the one time I go for a walk and actually, honestly, truly mean to do so alone…not the aimless nonchalant wandering of hoping to run into someone (I am so guilty of doing this), but a thinking walk…I run smack into the very people I've gone off on my own to think about. And it's lovely. And I sort of feel like a stalker, even though for once this was just an actual random chance meeting.
and all i seem to hear is stop, stop
i'm catching up on you
don't leave me behind
i can't see a soul out here
it's dark, dark
i'm catching up on you
and all i wonder is why?
why do i try to start running
what am i running for?And I still don't know how to walk within a group and not feel like the odd one out.
And I still feel like I'm not allowed to like this as much as I do.
And I'm starting to feel like time's running out.
I'm starting to ignore my own rules.
It's not like anyone except me would know it.
iPod:
The Crow, the Owl, and the Dove- NightwishI walk back to the school with the group, but…I am still restless, I still need to get away. So I essentially start my walk over again. I put the headphones back in and scroll around, and The Crow, the Owl, and the Dove jumps out at me as the song I need to hear right now.
don't give me love, don't give me faith
wisdom nor pride, give innocence instead
don't give me love, i've had my share
beauty nor rest, give me truth insteadI wish I knew Tuomas well enough to ask him what inspired him to write these lyrics. Was it personal or was it just a story in his mind? Why those particular birds?
In my mind, each bird represents a trial that the writer must take on and overcome. Each bird is its own temptation. Each time, the writer must learn the lesson that bird teaches before he can move on, before he can even acknowledge the need to move on:
"…but needed nothing it had." Each bird gets a little closer to his heart, each one is harder to move on from. But since the beginning, the writer has known what he needs. Innocence, and truth.
I interpret the chorus as a plea and a confession. Don't give me love…because I won't be able to resist. Don't give me faith…I will abuse it. Don't pile wisdom and pride and beauty and rest and all these things between myself and the truth, because I won't be able to see around them.
Please don't tempt me to stay, because I cannot.
My birds are different…but I've also known three: Raven. Phoenix. Nightingale. Giving them a name is the first stage in acknowledging that I have something to learn from them. Taking that name for myself is my acknowledgement that I have learned the lesson. So much of what goes through my head on this subject probably wouldn't make any sense to anyone but me…but as far as what it feels like, Crow is the closest thing I can point at to describe it.
Raven started in college, when I fell into a major depression and a spiritual crisis. It taught me who am I and what I believe, and it took me four years to get through it. My computer hard drive is still called Raven's Nest. I took the name…and married the one who carried it first.
Phoenix was a very different trial, probably because Phoenix himself remains to this day one of the most uncommon people I've ever met. I fell and I fell hard, and there was never anything there except in my own mind. Some of the best poetry I've ever written comes from this trial, because it was a damned roller coaster of getting burned over and over again because I couldn't let go. He's the reason I know how to identify what a dangerous infatuation feels like, how to hold a person at arm's length, how to keep an open heart even after it's been broken a few times. I'm still Nightphoenix online in more than a few places.
Nightingale started when a Nightwish song carried me out an art draught to draw a panther in a forest…and it ends when I leave Kitee. His lesson has been all about learning how to let go of the paths you didn't choose. And learning to make the most of the paths you
did choose.
The girl in my drawing of The Crow, the Owl, and the Dove is my own inner self, releasing a nightingale into the sky. Letting go of that which you can't keep.
"don't give me love…"While studying Finnish, I happened to wonder what the Finnish word for nightingale was and looked it up. Satakieli, which means "hundred tongues". And…I knew that was the name I hadn't yet been able to find, because hundred tongues could just as easily describe a mockingbird.
That was three weeks before I came to Finland.
"…give me truth instead."This will be a good ending to Nightingale. Going home, moving, starting all over again…that will be the start of something else. I have no idea what it will look like. It occurs to me now, on this second walk, that I've never been cognizant of a trial's ending before. Usually I figure all this out after the fact. Maybe…maybe that's a sign of growth?
I meet a hedgehog on the way back, and spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to get its picture. (And fail; it's just too dark). I take grainy pictures of the moon, because as it's coming up over the trees, it looks sort of like the Eye of Sauron.
I then run into Adrian and Kate coming out of their room at like 2AM as I pass by, which is again remarkably good timing. Hmm, but my timing in only this good when my subconscious is awake and paying attention, which means…that I need to be around people right now, perhaps. They want tea and I tag along, as I'm in kind of a fugue-ish state and I'm not really ready to sleep. There's a crowd in the common room even this late. There's no tea to be found but Jay has some very good chocolate coffee. We sit and talk about gods only know what, because again, fugue state of mind.
It's very late when I finally get to bed.
Tuesday
iPod:
Incomplete- Phantasmawhen I was a young girl
father said to me
life is nothing like a grand symphonyI wake up absurdly early Tuesday morning. Like, I went to bed at 2:30AM and it's like 6:45AM and I can't get back to sleep so I might as well get up. There's still an hour before breakfast even starts and goodness knows how long before anyone else wakes up, so what the hell do I do with myself? Of course, I go for another walk.
it's like when you know this one line
sing it and repeat
but you don't recall the rest of the song
it's incompleteI go to the lake, because I have yet to see it in the morning. I feel less like a stranger here now; with so few days left, I'm finally getting truly comfortable in this town. It's deserted and cool and very, very bright. I climb up on the high jump-off point and watch the terns circle over the water for a while.
you can spend your whole life
trying to recall
or enjoy the sound you've knownI love this place. I love the way the air smells and the water tastes and the lake and even the stupid mosquitoes are nothing I haven't had to deal with in Florida. I don't even have the urge to look at my phone. I can just sit here and be.
all the words and the melodies
don't they taste sweet
why would you go and chase bigger dreams?And it's all just a stopover place on the road of the rest of my life. I'm not like the others here, with every path still open to them. I'm not just starting out in my life; I'm fast approaching the one-third mark. I'm nearly ten years older than every friend I've made this week, and right now, in moments like this, I feel it. Maybe a ten-year age gap isn't so bad in the grand scheme of things…it's not like I'm old enough to be anyone's mother!…but I still feel it.
I feel it because I have spent every glorious moment in this place knowing,
knowing that I cannot stay. I can't make this into anything more than it already is, and what it is will always feel incomplete. I can agree with the others about how nice it would be to live here, but I can't actually seriously entertain the idea. I have a husband and a son; I have a life I can't abandon. This could never be more than a glimpse of a dream.
I wish I was ten years younger. I wish I had found this place ten years ago, but then would I have been able to truly appreciate it?
you can spend your whole life
trying to break free
or enjoy the home i've made
oh our balance it can be disturbed so easily
why would you go and chase bigger dreams?
when I was a young girl
father said to me
life is nothing like a grand symphony
it's like when you know this one line
sing it and repeat
but you don't recall the rest of the songit's incompleteI cry.
iPod:
Lohtu- Live Aid Uusi Lastensairaalaleijailen sun luoksesi (i float to you)
mun omani kulkijani (my own traveler)
suklaapuodille opastan (guide you to the chocolate shop)
ja pahan sulta piilotan (and hide the evil from you)
miten tiedät musta kaiken (how do you know all about me)
vaikka katsot mua ensi kertaa (even though you're looking at me for the first time)I crash sometime after breakfast, nap for an hour, and then decide to go to Kupiainen and find some gifts for people at home. I think I've gone in there maybe once since coming to Kitee, so it's still a bit "new" to me. When I get back, I discover that nobody is in the cave. Apparently the group has gone to a curious shop somewhere in Kitee, and I have absolutely no idea where it is.
Great. Very well, then, I will just go and hope for the best. Perhaps my good timing has yet to wear off. And Kitee's not that big of a place, after all.
Well…I do eventually find it. But it's a good thing I run into Bruna during my search, because otherwise I don't think I would have ever thought to check the door on the side of a store selling phone stuff. Timing, again. The place is called Kirppis, and they seem to have a bit of just about everything. Weird clothes and cards and figurines and CD's (but no Johanna Kurkela) and lots of things you just hold up and say "what the hell is this for?" while everyone shrugs. Magda and I had a small baseball bat vs. lightsaber battle. I found an adorable lion wearing blue and white Finland clothes.
(photo by Daniela Barbulescu)
I've had my catharsis this morning so I'm actually in a lighthearted mood. I'm just, at the moment, glad to be here in this place with these people.
iPod:
Summertime Sadness- Within Temptationoh my god, i feel it in the air
telephone wires above
are sizzlin' like a snare
honey i'm on fire, i feel it everywhere
nothin' scares me anymoreTuesday evening, we go to this…I'm not even sure. A small comedy sketch or theater group, but they meet in this little gathering place in the middle of nowhere. Well, to be fair, many important things in Finland seem to happen in the middle of nowhere, so that doesn't necessarily mean anything. We're going to sing Finlandia before it all gets started.
Somehow over the last few days Adrian, Kate, Magda, Alexandra, Dmitry, and I have formed this little gang within the larger art group. Nobody wants to split up for even a twenty minute drive and nobody wants to admit it. This creates a lot of hesitation when it comes time to hop in a car, and a lot of eye rolling because seriously, everyone's going to the same place. I end up the odd one out in a different car because I think I'm the only one who's willing to acknowledge that this is what's happening.
kiss me hard before you go
summertime sadness
i just wanted you to know
that baby, you're the bestIt takes an unusually long time to get everyone to this venue, because it's a fair distance away and we have to cart like thirty people in seven or eight cars that hold maybe three or four at a time. So, there's a lot of downtime when we reach the place. Lots of watching how this group looks and feels different now; how all the little gangs have fallen into place.
Singing feels more than ever like a band of Edema Ruh meeting for a moment around the perverbial campfire.
i got that summertime, summertime sadness…iPod:
Ei Enaa- Indicajos seuraat virtaa (if you follow the stream)
se johdattaa maailmasta toiseen (it will lead you from one world to another)
laaksojen taa (behind the valleys)
jossain on lehto (somewhere is a grove)
kuin unelmoit (you’ve been dreaming of)
haaveiden lehto (a grove of dreams)
sanoitta soi (echoing without words)Last sauna night before Röskö. I think this was a night we actually all made a point to go at more or less the same time.
I can remember…feeling like I don't want to be without this. Feeling like everyone has just finally,
finally gotten to know each other enough to loosen up. A few have abandoned swimsuits in the sauna. It crosses my mind but…nah. Not this late in the game. Maybe next year.
"Next year" is such a teasing phrase. But now it's almost expected.
Of course I'm coming back next year; how could I bear to do otherwise? So somehow…somehow…I've got to figure out how.
ei enää ääntä (no more sound)
ei vankilaa (not a prison)
tyhjästä peiton (the softest blanket)
pehmeimmän saa (can be made from emptiness)
ei enää ääntä (no more sound)
ei vartijaa (not a guard)
saavuthan vielä (oh, will you come)
mut noutamaan (to pick me up)
Kiteen playlist
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