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EDITORIAL

VISIBLE CITIES – INVISIBLE CITIES
Udo Kultermann

AT HOME IN THE CITY
Angela Nkya

HARRY PYE’s POSTCARD FROM LONDON
Harry Pye

MY WEB
Tarvo Hanno Varres

ROCK-MUSIC FROM BUDAPEST
Karli Luik

AMSTERDAM IS A CITY
Eve Arpo

DUSK

HUMAN LAYER_TAIPEI
Marco Casagrande

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PERM. WHERE IS THIS PLACE? WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
Kaarel Mikkin

A HAPPY MORNING
Vilen Künnapu

VILEN KÜNNAPU’s SHORT INTERVIEW WITH THE POET ANDRUS ELBING

SCENES OF PAIDE
Eve Apro

RADIO-SAUNA
Jan Ping aka Brüggemeier

TEAM

VILEN KÜNNAPU’s SHORT INTERVIEW WITH THE POET ANDRUS ELBING

Andrus ElbingAndrus, what do you remember from your childhood?

Mother, drunkard father, drunkard step-grandfather, uncles, aunt. We lived in a big country house, where vodka made the life go upside-down. But I also had my own places, where I used to play – juniper thickets at the seaside and forests, where I used to build all kinds of huts. I guess some ruins of the latter still exist. I also remember snow-drifts that were higher than me.

What do you remember from your school-time?

I was a child requiring great care, who couldn’t accept the rules. I still can’t accept the rules, although I try. I remember endless changing of schools, wandering, it was a time of first infractions of the law, I was uninhibited.

Why did you end up in prison?

§§§ 199, 118, 274.

Lets talk about your spiritual rebirth.

I can’t find words, it is connected with the higher power. It just happened here.

What is valuable for you in music?

When thousands of ants start to run under my skin and my hair is standing on end – that is valuable for me.

What is valuable for you in poetry?

Freedom.

What can good poems give to people?

I don’t know, it is individual, perhaps lightness.

What do you feel after writing a poem?

I feel connection with the higher power.

How art (poetry, music and other arts) look like in the future?

Art goes in the same direction as society, but I’m not sure about the direction.

Future church?

God will be God.

Future architecture?

Have you seen „Star Wars”?

Future village?

I hope the village still exists in the future.

Future metropol?

You must see ”Star Wars”.

Future Saaremaa (the biggest island in Estonia, where Elbing was born – ed.)?

I guess Saaremaa remains at the same place.

Future prison?

Robotistic, no guards.

What would you like to be at the age of 30, 50, 70?

I’ll be the one I’ll be.

What is your message from the prison?

My poetry is my message from the prison.


Andrus Elbing Andrus Elbing is a poet, whose work has been published in the Estonian literarary magazine “Vikerkaar” (“Rainbow”) 10/11 2004 and in the Finnish newspaper “Ihminen” (“Human Being”) February 2005. He will be released from the Prison of Tallinn in 2008.


ILLUSIONS VS REALITY

In reality,
life is chess,
and I’m a pawn, who’s in trap.
In illusions I’m careless,
cause I am who I want to be, today I’m Thunder Jack.

In illusions,
I can travel wherever I want,
can taste the forbidden fruit.
In reality,
it is all robotized,
daily money pursuit.

In reality,
I run one way track.
In illusions,
if I want I run back.

In reality,
this is depressive,
AIDS works as an undertaker.
In illusions
I know this recipe,
and I know the baker.

In illusions,
I’m a peacemaker
without gun.
In reality,
I’m a wanted repeater,
and still on run.

In reality,
time is busy,
people want good life conclusion.
In illusions,
I don’t care about time,
cause time is an illusion.

In reality,
pawn can beat the king,
but hey,
is it an illusion.

 

CARELESS MOMENT

I’m a ship,
but I don’t have a homeport.
I’m a robber,
who isn’t afraid of court.

I’m a traveller,
who’s travelling without destination.
I’m a sinner,
but I live without confession.

I’m a wind,
today blowing east, tomorrow west.
I’m a championship’s participant,
but I don’t care who’s the best.

I’m a prisoner,
but at careless moment I’m free – yeah,
cause I have an inspiration,
right now and right here.

I am what I am – I’m the man,
who’s walking unknown way,
but fuck tomorrow,
I live only today.

 

PURGE

Let go of all,
get rid of daily overload.
Open the window,
let wind blow dust away from soul.

Release the clutch,
what’s stuck in material haet,
let go, you see,
life is beautiful, not only on Wall street.

Let go of dusky dreams,
you can read my bad name in sunset now.
Let go the street nightmares,
I quit the crime custody – CHIAO.

Time is ready,
I let burn my past sins,
into purgatory,
into the sea currents, into Northland winds-
free of daily overload.