Archive for September, 2004
Poems from Valekuun reitti (‘The path of the false moon’, WSOY, 2004)
At first light I put my hand in the hollow of a white willow - once someone's cigarette box had been left there - now a bird flew out going seaward.
Touch of a wingquill on the back of my hand. It flew higher. In the evening I felt its touch on my shoulder blade.
Extracts from the novel Unelmakuolema (‘Dreamdeath’, Teos, 2004)
Who would not like to cheat the grim reaper? Ways are known, of course, both scientific and non-scientific, but all of them are uncertain and temporary. Except for the simplest: to get there first oneself.
The refinement of this idea was Dreamdeath’s business idea. ‘Dreamdeath – because you deserve it!’ went Dreamdeath’s slogan.
The Dreamdeath home offered those who wished it the means to the most pleasant, even luxurious realisation of an autonomic death in an atmosphere of moral approval, against a suitable fee. At Dreamdeath the client himself decided when and in what conditions he would leave his mortal clay. More…