poetry
Background and French Inspiration
From a young age, I have been captivated by the beauty of various art forms, including poetry and literature. My early fascination with music compositions and the artistry of chess led me to overlook the profound depths that writing could offer. Over time, my passion for all forms of writing blossomed. It was in Italy in 1986 that I wrote my first poems. After returning to Finland and having my first concert in 1987, I found poetry a powerful art form. After delving into the works of countless poets, I ultimately discovered the enchanting realm of French poetry through Baudelaire and Rimbaud, where my spirit truly found its home. Those poets opened my eyes to a breathtaking universe filled with dreams. I was completely captivated by this profound sensation. It began to influence my creative expression in music and poetry, and its impact later found its way into my visual art.
Composing music and writing poems in Florence, Italy, in 1986.
The Union of Music and Poetry
My fascination with poetry and its potential to combine with other artistic forms blossomed in my next composition, “Tales for String Quartet”. The spark for this work was ignited by one of Baudelaire’s poems from his book “Le Spleen de Paris”. In 1988, I presented this piece at a composition competition in Finland, where I shared the second prize. Nearly a hundred compositions were submitted anonymously. The jury noted that all the winning works were of very high quality. Read more here.
Evolving and Publishing
My poetry collection “UNIEN VUOSISATA” (Century of Dreams) will be published in Finnish. I have chosen poems from many decades that capture the beauty of life, drama, memories and echoes from the past. The book will be available through major online bookstores. Below are some poems from the book.
Aesthetics
on the wall:
abstractions of chaos theories
in square-shaped angles
outside:
on the roofs of cloud-covered houses
I pushed cartwheels in the moonlight,
in front of an abyss
filled with words stained with silence
on a freshly painted canvas
Film Noir Influences
trains rushing by at dizzying speed
avoiding the fragility
of the spiral stations:
shell beach, shell beach… next stop!
on the newspapers we read –
order in the chaos of waiting
Dress Rehearsal
I am haunted by the echoes of time,
when each victim plays his role…
on this fairytale stage,
a delicate beat of your wings
slowly revealing to me
the anatomy of conflict!
Lost
in the scorching midday heat
we wandered enchanted
along the golden marble alleys,
where dirty eyes glowed like fireflies…
far away,
in a valley covered with fire and ice,
your body is full of
the mysterious gentleness
of the sand winds