The Final Days of Jakko Krimälainen

In his final days, Jakko Krimälainen lived more in the world of Visions than that of the Common Earth, spoke more of Truths Eternal than of Lies Naturelle, cared more for Eternity than for Mortality.

His diary was indeed recovered, including a sparse outline of these desperate end times, but lore whispers wider and softer tales of his Melankolia & Remorese, his Demise & Salvation. They are faint rings in Lappish lakes, echoes in dark-green treetops, dissipating foam on cold barley drinks, but they are true, and they are heard:

In the final days of Autumn
When the first snows have fallen
When the shallow lake has frozen
When the younger birds have flown
I will pass, I will pass

Despite my dear companions
Who scatter through the canopies
Who break on through the thicket
Who listen in the azure deep
I move on, I move on

I see so much and so much clearer
The knowledge and the power
The ever-untrue, true-false logiks
The cursed combinatoriks
So I splinter, so I splinter

And the Eyes of He who watches
Those of starlight & dark myst’ry
Those of silver starlight shining
Those of weariness and starlight
Are like glass, are like glass

In the final days of Autumn
When the first snows have fallen
When the shallow lake has frozen
When the younger birds have flown
I will pass, I will pass

Yes, in my Autumn’s final days
When I lock my wooden door
When I close the leaded windows
When the thatched roof-top aches
All will pass, all will pass

 

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Krim Jacob and the nature of nature

What is nature? What is the nature of beasts, of man? What is the nature of nature?

Jakko Krimälainen knew, and he writes:

I saw this morning a most peculiar thing…

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What did you see, Jakko? On the lake an iced pyre, on the snowy heath some deer, from the billows a cursed maiden:

I come to you with heathen words
from strange and foreign shore;
I’ve sailed for days and days and nights
to share this ancient lore:

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In Wallachia’s lands a sorcerer
of grand, hideous power
chants and calculates his curses,
curses you this hour!

Lynn wants to change the world completely

By Jakko Krimälainen, that fearsome wielder of words from Finno-Urgic Krim tradition.

All is congenital or too correct or incorrect.
Hound red, remotely occurs.
Stone and wood.
Very good – I hope that when entering a tree walking,
this mask will not be lost,
in hope, light, day and night,
whatever you want.
To participate in the power of God.
The device is looking for dogs.
On the West Coast?
After you have weathered,
the Sun, the Moon
and the stars and dark.
Each element is a rectangular table,
this mask will not be lost.
See Abalone, The Red Dog,
and Lynn 
is only three years old.
Lynn wants to change the world completely.