The Lone Wolf is a Herd Animal
The hollow was apparently ideal for berry picking.
Working on the uphill slope.
"It spares the back", he spoke from personal experience.
We lay side by side in silence among the sprigs.
The pines formed an exquisite wall around us
when the afternoon light threw in its long,
sun-warmed fingers that had just reached in
to the epicenter of lingonberry picking.
Four liters later we reluctantly proceeded home,
with damp trousers that had tasted the moss.
(Translated by Marcia Harvey Isaksson)
This poem is Sanna Haverinen’s sketch that opens to a free creative process. Through her method of writing, a system of hundreds of notes created through a sort of automatic writing, a new way of building images was born. Characters have emerged from the lyrics, all of whom are solitary but at the same time indispensable to each other. Screen printing is Haverinen’s method and the components are used in the same way as when she writes. For several years she has strived to be able to portray her Tornedalian background and culture, in a kind of everyday life in places where it can be far between like-minded people, but where life still passes in harmony with non-conformists.Read more