By: HILOBROW

A special pandemical in-your-living-room presentation of the KALEVALA

By: James Parker

“My blade is aphoristic./You will admire its wit.”

By: James Parker

“My eyes ache from seeing./My balls ache from being.”

By: James Parker

Oh in your slimy seal-womb hide me./My last earth-breath expands inside me.

By: James Parker

“And what are you worth,/old man, if you can’t rouse the earth?”

By: James Parker

“White whorls of brain-stuff, thought in leaping arcs,/empty bottles rolling in sad parks.”

By: James Parker

“Charms, curses, laments, shamanic hallucinations, creation stories, health remedies, farming tips, song-battles…”

By: James Parker

“Birds you creak, don’t speak, you grow old/in this home-destroying cold.”

By: Madeline Ashby

“The angel who announced you failed to warn me,/About just how the pain would run deep.”

By: James Parker

“Feel the emptiness, feel the yearning,/feel your grosser elements burning.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Irrationality… mirrors our individual souls.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“One stood very still, and made strangling sounds with his guitar.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The horn on the Victrola looked inviting, so I jumped inside.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“There is no end to the ringing.”

By: James Parker

“Behind me, the busy flames,/
the fun and games, the toppling frames.”