ANIMATED CHAOS
Läksin pärast pikka eemalolekut kontorisse. Mul oli puhkus. Siis jäin haigeks: shits and snots. Fun times. Ühesõnaga, pea kolm nädalat mind kontoris ei nähtud. Ja ka täna oli meil naistepäeva auks ettekanded ehk virvendasin töökohal minimaalselt.
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I had coffee around seven
For a moment, it was heaven
But now it is eleven
And I cannot fall asleep
“Minek on kümne minuti pärast. Kolmeteist, kui täpne olla. Kas sa oled valmis?”
Pille tormas alles närviliselt mööda tube ringi, käes kastekann, ja üritas paaniliselt meenutada, mis tal veel tegemata on. Riided said kohvrisse, hügieenitarbed samuti. Kõiksugu juhtmed olid seinast eemaldatud – juhuks, kui vahepeal peaks äikest tulema.
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Kui kunstisaalis käisin viimati ma võõras linnas,
siis rahva hulgas märkasin üht halli peaga memme.
Picasso maali ees ta üksi seisis pikalt-pikalt,
imetledes pintslitõmbeid tehtud ammu enne
Essay from April 2015 submitted to a competition by Metsaülikool and published in a collection of articles in 2020.
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A metal bird makes one last turn
as the final rays of a setting star
glance over its wings
disappearing into the soft milkiness
as light as a lovers’ first kiss
leaving behind a glowing belt of pink.
The night has arrived.
And so have I.
Screens surround us everywhere. There is the TV screen, the computer monitor, the annoying moving advertisement that takes up the whole wall of the building right next to the bus stop, and the part that we poke daily on our smartphones.
But what is a tactile screen?
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I had the opportunity to translate a poem for one of my projects (FireFlies). To be fair, we formulated the project in a way that created this opportunity. I adore writing little rhymes and poems myself and wished to try translating the work of others.
The only obstacle was that the original poem was in Old Dutch and I was very far from being proficient in Dutch. In fact, I only knew a couple of elementary words, such as please and thank you and how to ask for a marshmallow.
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In the middle of a vast field of greenery grew a bedazzling lone Wildflower. She was born deep in the ground.
“I am so lonely. The grass is so tall, and I am so small. I wish someone noticed me… I wish I had someone to talk to…”
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