{"id":37726,"date":"2011-05-23T08:29:05","date_gmt":"2011-05-23T08:29:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/?p=37726"},"modified":"2011-05-24T06:26:54","modified_gmt":"2011-05-24T06:26:54","slug":"three-poems-pekko-kappi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/three-poems-pekko-kappi\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Pekko K\u00c3\u00a4ppi.<\/p>\n

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MARIAINEN<\/a><\/p>\n

This song is based on a version found in the SKVR-anthology. It was sung by a person called ‘Tarin akka’ (Tari’s Hag). You can’t find the exact version from there though, because over the years the song has altered in my mouth. The story-line is the same however. It ‘s a very strange song, because the Creator, God and Mari get mixed all the time. Oh yes, Mari is the Saint Mary. I really like the story: there’s an element of “living death” and this terrible feeling that there’s loads of people following right behind you, watching and commenting on what you are doing. But in the end no one has any idea of Mari’s mission. Also the aspect of a road and going down the road is always fascinating.<\/p>\n

Mit\u00c3\u00a4 laulan, kuta laulan
\nLaulan luojan kuolemasta
\nMariaisen kalmangasta<\/p>\n

Syv\u00c3\u00a4 hauta kaivettihin
\nsyv\u00c3\u00a4 hauta rautapohja
\nyhdeks\u00c3\u00a4n sylyn syvysseen
\nk\u00c3\u00a4sikyyn\u00c3\u00a4r kymmenett\u00c3\u00a4<\/p>\n

Siihen se luojoi haudattihin
\nMariainen kalmattihin
\ntinanauloil iskettihin
\nvaskinauloil valettihin<\/p>\n

Niin se luojoi rukoelee
\noi Jumala armollinen
\npaa sin\u00c3\u00a4 p\u00c3\u00a4iv\u00c3\u00a4 paistamahan
\nkuu Jumalan loistamahan<\/p>\n

Sulata pois kullaist naulata
\nvaskinaulat pois valele
\nlaske luojoi juoksemahan
\nMariainen pakenemaan<\/p>\n

Nii nous luojoi paistamahan
\nkuu Jumalan koittamaha
\nSulatti pois kullaist naulat
\nvaskinaulat pois valeli<\/p>\n

Laski luojan juoksemahan
\nMariaisen pakenemmaa
\nMari juoksi tiet\u00c3\u00a4 my\u00c3\u00b6ten
\nMarianen maata my\u00c3\u00b6ten<\/p>\n

Mari juoksi tiet\u00c3\u00a4 my\u00c3\u00b6ten
\nMarianen maata my\u00c3\u00b6ten
\nSata santtia j\u00c3\u00a4less\u00c3\u00a4
\ntuhat muita tuttavia<\/p>\n

Keko vastahan tulevi
\nKeko keko vastaan tulee
\nKumartais se kekopuille
\nAnto k\u00c3\u00a4tt\u00c3\u00a4 kekopuille<\/p>\n

Pyh\u00c3\u00a4 rahvas ihmettelee
\nMik \u00b4on meij\u00c3\u00a4n Marialla
\nMik\u00c3\u00a4 meij\u00c3\u00a4n Marialla<\/p>\n

Mari juoksi tiet\u00c3\u00a4 my\u00c3\u00b6ten
\nMarianen maata my\u00c3\u00b6ten
\nSata santtia j\u00c3\u00a4less\u00c3\u00a4
\ntuhat muita tuttavia<\/p>\n

Silta vastahan tulevi
\nSilta silta vastaan tulee
\nKumartais se siltapuille
\nAnto k\u00c3\u00a4tt\u00c3\u00a4 siltapuille<\/p>\n

Pyh\u00c3\u00a4 rahvas ihmettelee
\nMik \u00b4on meij\u00c3\u00a4n Marialla
\nMik\u00c3\u00a4 meij\u00c3\u00a4n Marialla<\/p>\n

Kirkko vastahan tuleevi
\nKirkko kirkko vastaan tulee
\nKumartant’ ei kirkkopuille
\nAntant k\u00c3\u00a4tt\u00c3\u00a4 ei alttarille<\/p>\n

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What do I sing, of whom am I singing?
\nI am singing about the Creator’s death
\nabout the death of Mariainen<\/p>\n

Deep grave was dug
\nDeep grave, iron bottom
\nto the depth of nine laps
\nto the depth of ten arm lengths<\/p>\n

There the Creator was buried
\nMariainen put to death
\nsealed with tin nails
\nsealed with iron nails<\/p>\n

So the Creator is being prayed to
\nOh, merciful Creator
\nMake the sun shine
\nAnd the God’s moon to shine<\/p>\n

Melt away the Golden nails
\nMelt away the iron nails
\nLet the Creator run away
\nlet Marianen run away<\/p>\n

Mari was running the road
\nA hundred saints behind her
\nA thousand others behind her<\/p>\n

A pile of wood comes across
\nShe bows to the pile of wood
\nand gives her hand to the pile of wood<\/p>\n

The holy crowd is puzzled
\nWhat’s up with our Mari?<\/p>\n

A bridge comes across
\nShe bows to the bridge
\nand gives her hand to the bridge<\/p>\n

The holy crowd is puzzled
\nWhat’s up with our Mari?<\/p>\n

A church comes across
\nShe doesn’t bow to the church
\nand doesn’t give her hand to the altar<\/p>\n

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SONJA<\/a> <\/p>\n

This song is based on a “schlager” made in the 1920s. The text was probably written by W\u00c3\u00a4in\u00c3\u00b6 Sola (it really sounds like a fake name or pseudonym, but he was an opera singer who lived from 1883 to 1961). Sorry again for my poor translation. I was deeply moved by this pseudo murder ballad mixed with winter scenes, sinister love, a snake and an axe etc. My version of this song is also changed somewhat from the original. I haven’t actually heard the song, but I found it from a songbook long time ago and it has stuck with me ever since. <\/p>\n

Siperian lakeus on suuri
\nja ikilumi peitt\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4 aavan maan
\nkuin hiien portaat siint\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4 vuorten muuri
\nei p\u00c3\u00a4iv\u00c3\u00a4ns\u00c3\u00a4de p\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4se tuikkimaan<\/p>\n

K\u00c3\u00a4y lumi tuvan ikkunoihin asti
\nmis tuvassansa vanki puvussaan
\nMies kuumeisena huokaa kiihkoisasti
\nja \u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4ni v\u00c3\u00a4rjyy y\u00c3\u00b6ss\u00c3\u00a4 kumeaan<\/p>\n

Oi Sonja Sonja
\nMustaa silkkitukkaas
\nsuudella min\u00c3\u00a4 unelmissain saan
\nArmas unhoita en saata kukkaa
\nKaunehinta Volganmaan<\/p>\n

Sun kerallasi onnellisna kuljin
\nSua ylikaiken rakastin m\u00c3\u00a4 vain
\nEn tiennyt ett\u00c3\u00a4 k\u00c3\u00a4rmeen syliin suljin
\nEn tiennyt ett\u00c3\u00a4 toinen lempes saa<\/p>\n

Kun teid\u00c3\u00a4t l\u00c3\u00b6ysin kesken lemmen hurman
\nn\u00c3\u00a4in armaan k\u00c3\u00a4tes toista halaavan
\nM\u00c3\u00a4 rintaansa l\u00c3\u00b6in kirveen annoin surman
\nVaiti kannoin kahleet murhaajan<\/p>\n

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Oi Sonja, Sonja\u2026<\/p>\n

The expanse of Siberia is vast
\nand the snow is covering the whole earth
\nthe mountains are like devils’ steps
\nthe sun won’t be able to shine<\/p>\n

The snow is reaching the cabin’s windows
\nWhere the prisoner sits in his prison clothes
\nThe man is sighing tensely in fever
\nand his voice is howling through the night<\/p>\n

Oh Sonja, Sonja
\nYour black silken hair
\nI’ll get to kiss you in my dreams
\nMy dear, I can’t forget the flower
\nMost beautiful in the Volga’s land<\/p>\n

I walked happily by your side
\nI loved you more than anything
\nI didn’t know that I was embracing a serpent
\nI didn’t realize that another gets your love<\/p>\n

When I found you in the middle of the ecstasy of love
\nI saw your arm hugging another man
\nI struck an axe to his chest, giving the death
\nand silently I wore the chains of a murderer<\/p>\n

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VUONNA 86<\/a> <\/p>\n

This song is based on a calendar that was found in the Old Hymnal<\/em>. Actually I am not sure if “calendar” is a proper word, but it tells the yearly events from the creation of the world to the present day. The language is really poetic and the style is weird and blunt: “In the year 1588 plague did damage everywhere, in the year 1655 a shining star was seen in the sky, in the year 1675 the Great Satan tyrannised the people so that they were forced to burn him, in the year 1752 the King travelled from Porvoo to Turku and back to Stockholm.” Then there’s wars, more events to do with nature, good and bad things. Kind of something that’s going on today.<\/p>\n

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\nABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong>
\nPekko K\u00c3\u00a4ppi<\/strong><\/a> is a virtuose of Jouhikko – the ancient Finnish-Karelian bowed lyre. He has been involved in projects such as Sami Kukka, Jouhiorkesteri, Kiila, Lau Nau, Vilddas, P\u00c3\u00a4iv\u00c3\u00a4ns\u00c3\u00a4de and \u00c3\u201eij\u00c3\u00a4. His music<\/a> has often been described in underground romantic metaphors: “In his hands the rough sound of weaved horsehair strings are swaying between the foul and lovely – dirty and pure. The old songs of unwritten tradition, timeless and dark stories mediates in his mouth.”<\/p>\n

He got involved with the Jouhikko in 1997 in the Ala-K\u00c3\u00b6nni Institute of Kaustinen. Ever since Pekko K\u00c3\u00a4ppi has been studying the Jouhikko tradition with the master players of Finland, Estonia and Sweden. He has been performing with different Jouhikkos in diverse ensembles, theatre productions etc. The debut recording, EP Kalastajia ja kaivosty\u00c3\u00b6l\u00c3\u00a4isi\u00c3\u00a4<\/em> was released in 2001. The first full-length album Jos ken pahoin uneksii<\/em> was released in 2007. His latest album Vuonna ’86<\/em> (Singing Knives \/ Helmi) was awarded the Finnish Folk Music Album of the Year 2010. At the moment Pekko K\u00c3\u00a4ppi is producing a series of recordings of historical Finnish folk music based on the field recordings of the legendary Finnish ethno-musicologist Erkki Ala-K\u00c3\u00b6nni.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"pekkokaeppi19\"<\/a>What do I sing, of whom am I singing?
\nI am singing about the Creator’s death
\nabout the death of Mariainen<\/p>\n

Deep grave was dug
\nDeep grave, iron bottom
\nto the depth of nine laps
\nto the depth of ten arm lengths<\/p>\n

There the Creator was buried
\nMariainen put to death
\nsealed with tin nails
\nsealed with iron nails…<\/p>\n

By Pekko K\u00c3\u00a4ppi<\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[484,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37726","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-maintenant","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37726","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37726"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37726\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37726"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37726"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37726"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}