I am writing a long series on human evolution and the development of human culture.
This text is translated from the closing speech of its first season.
The title is from the song ”Juokse sinä humma” – ”Run my little horse” by the famous Finnish singer-songwriter Tapio Rautavaara.
You can decide for yourself whether this is a story, a poem or a factual text.
There they are, the myths behind the bags.
Birth, and then above the savannah sky,
the moon, like gold, crossing the sky
repeating itself as in a spasm
Moon from period to month,
changing, yet always the same
but with the sun on top
always the same,
again and again year after year,
raises the savannah to the haze
not as important as the moon, of course
that illuminates at night, in the darkness
like the women, the sisters of the moon
then come the rains, as come
as a thankful torment,
like so like so like
As the changing sky
which lightning cleaves, again
always different, but the same as the rain from the day
Then after the rain the earth heavy with grass
green beyond the blue mountains
green to the green sea
And further, always to the greedy meadows
Then they come, under the flies
Large and fierce-necked
Little ones, dancing in the grassy woods
Others, treading over everything
with their nobility, thinking
they’re lord’s of the green
And all of us, our brothers in the flesh
all things are given to us.
Then they come, under the flies
Large and fierce-necked
Little ones, dancing in the grassy woods
Others, treading over everything
with their nobility, thinking they’re lords
All things are given to us
which we can take
what we can take, we will take
we crawl in the grass
we plunge, we kill, we eat
Blood brothers in the flesh
Someday
We’ll carry our brothers’ flesh
Over the red green grass
This flesh
Of this flesh heavy
Of this flesh
Of this heavy flesh
The last sigh is heard
Brothers, we carry our brothers
out of the flesh
In the heat of the afternoon
Under the blue scorch
On the bleeding green
Every dead man is somebody’s child
Coming from somewhere to somewhere
And gone for days on end
A brother divorced from the covenant of the flesh
Has gone over the stream
Taken a bird-bone boat
We bury the carnal
We’ll put it in the bone
We’ll cover him, gnashing our teeth
The blood dries by evening
The sea blackens into night
The waves crash with the ripples of colour
Mother, the moon, walks in the sky
Among the blue eyes
The wave does not tell
Where the fire came from
Just sighs
And kisses my foot
We’re all longing for something
Who’s a brother, who’s a mother
Something greater than human
Someone in the flesh
And the moon pale
Passed over the sea
And there we sat
On the last dung
And bullshitted about it
Where the fuck did we come from
Where we came from
Where the hell we were going