THE KALEVALA (13)
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“These spatterings, these gory scatterings,/are the remains of my Mrs.”
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“These spatterings, these gory scatterings,/are the remains of my Mrs.”
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“Her head fills with words/which curdle into curds/which turdle into turds.”
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“I see you with your crossbow cocked,/and your intellect murderously locked.”
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“No husbandry, no arboriculture. / Here’s your wood — if your woodsman is a vulture.”
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Kullervo: “My little blade is humorous./You will admire its wit.”
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“Ladies, come and get some,/before I’m turned into cosmic jetsam!”
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The upbringing of Kullervo: “And so he grew sebaceous/and turned into a teen.”
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Vainamoinen: “Wherever I walk, I step in golden turds of language.”
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“I tied my heart to the tail of a cat/Too heavy, too heavy/It broke the cat’s back.”
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In the groin of a tree, as green as lichen,/there sits an old boy with his hormones spiking.
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