By: HILOBROW

A special pandemical in-your-living-room presentation of the KALEVALA

By: James Parker

“My blade is aphoristic./You will admire its wit.”

By: James Parker

“My eyes ache from seeing./My balls ache from being.”

By: James Parker

Oh in your slimy seal-womb hide me./My last earth-breath expands inside me.

By: James Parker

“And what are you worth,/old man, if you can’t rouse the earth?”

By: James Parker

“White whorls of brain-stuff, thought in leaping arcs,/empty bottles rolling in sad parks.”

By: James Parker

“Charms, curses, laments, shamanic hallucinations, creation stories, health remedies, farming tips, song-battles…”

By: James Parker

“Birds you creak, don’t speak, you grow old/in this home-destroying cold.”

By: James Parker

“Feel the emptiness, feel the yearning,/feel your grosser elements burning.”

By: James Parker

“Behind me, the busy flames,/
the fun and games, the toppling frames.”

By: James Parker

“Until I can get up into this trance,/all is randomness, all mischance.”

By: James Parker

“Should I lay down my war axe / and sit in the shit / and rotate beautiful colors in my bluebottle thorax?”

By: James Parker

“Out to sea, out to sea,/where the albatross ungainly dives/and the cunning anchovy thrives!”

By: James Parker

Lemminkainen, ice-locked,/hearing the groan of his trapped ship,/works up a counter-charm.

By: James Parker

“The churned sheets were a vortex/and there could be no more sex/because of the pain in my cortex.”