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FinNALA Newsletter August 2014 volume 7, Number 3




FinNALA Newsletter

August 1, 2014, Volume 7, Number 3

Publication of the Finnish North American Literature Association

© August 1, 2014


 
Subscribe/Renew Your FinNALA Membership


Continue your connections with the literary and scholarly community in Finnish-North-American Literature, and support FinNALA simultaneously. Renew your membership on line or by mail.

Visit our website at www.finnala.com to renew online.

To renew by mail, send $20.00 by check or money order payable to "FinNALA" to

Beth Virtanen, President
FinNALA,
P.O. Box 212
L’Anse, MI 49946

Thanks for your continuing membership and support as we near our tenth year as an organization!

 

 

Announcements


Offer your books for sale
at FinnFest 2014 FinNALA Table


FinNALA is planning to have a booth at the tori at FinnFest 2014 in Minneapolis. For a small fee of $25 US, you can have your work for sale there, too. If want to make your book(s) available at FinnFest 2014 (Aug. 7-10) in Minneapolis, Minnesota, then FinNALA has a great opportunity for you.

For a modest $25.00 (U.S.) fee, FinNALA will:
       1.  display your book on its table in the Tori for the duration of FinnFest
       2.  keep a small reserve supply to replace sold books
       3.  keep a record of all books sold & pay each author for sales of their books
       4.  keep you from having to pay the $300 fee to rent and staff your own sale table
       5.  staff the FinNALA during all regular Tori hours of the FinnFest.

We think this will be a great opportunity for our authors to gain exposure and to make some money, whether they can attend or not.

If you’re interested and will be present at FinnFest, please contact me as soon as possible at bethlvirtanen at yahoo.com.  

If you are unable to attend FinnFest and wish for your books to be sold at the FinNALA table, please contact the FinNALA president at the email address above so we can make arrangements to make your book available.



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Request for Literary and
Scholarly Publication Updates!

 
Hi everyone! 
 
I am working on research for two projects in which I am engaged. The first is to update the FinNALA bibliography, and the second is for a presentation I have been asked to give regarding the current state of Finnish-American literature and its critical analysis for FinnFest 2014. 

To that end, I am requesting that all of our active authors, poets and scholars in the Finnish North-American literary and literary scholarship communities share with me a list of their most recent publications, those since 2000, and where they have been placed. I want the updated bibliography to serve as a robust tool by which to record the accomplishments of our collective literary and scholarly output.  In addition, as I present on the latest developments in our broad community, I want to have a sense of the depth and breadth of our considerable work. Your help will ensure that I don’t overlook any aspect of our literary and critical output. 

Please do send a list of your publications to me at bethlvirtanen at yahoo.com. With your contributions, I will strive to make a comprehensive update of the bibliography on our website and use it along with other research products within the presentation I will make to the larger cultural community at FinnFest in the Twin Cities this summer.

Thanks so much!


Beth Virtanen, Ph.D.
President, FinNALA

 
16th annual Sibelius Academy Music Festival 
Finlandia University will be sponsoring its sixteenth consecutive music festival featuring extraordinary musicians from the famed Sibelius Music Academy of Helsinki, Finland.
This year’s festival will take place from September 21-26, with concerts in Chicago, Houghton/Hancock and Calumet, Michigan.
Pianist Kristina Annamukhamedova will present a classical repertoire including Beethoven, Schumann, Chopin and Sibelius.
A cappella female vocal group, Ensemble Norma, will perform cutting-edge music, which straddles folk, pop and jazz.
For more information, please visit the Finlandia University website at www.finlandia.edu/sibelius
 

Classical Pianist, Kristina Annamukhamedova
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 Ensemble Norma 
 
 
 
 
Publications

G. K. Wuori’s latest novel, Infidelity, is available from Main Street Rag Publishing.  The story deals with a middle-aged lawyer struggling with depression as he finds himself embroiled in a gruesome murder case, and with a homeless woman who offers him a strange and unique sort of salvation.  This is not a self-published book.  It can be ordered online directly from the publisher at www dot mainstreetrag dot com, or from my website at www dot gkwuori dot com.  The price is $12.00
 







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Finnish American writer Wendy Anderson has a new poetry collection coming out in September. An Ancient Trail to Home recalls Anderson’s childhood in Monson, a town of 600 in north-central Maine, where most men logged or labored in slate pits and factories. Her own father was a meat cutter, who worked long and hard to feed five kids, while her mother sometimes broke under the demands of household drudgery. The poems chronicle life in the woods, and Anderson’s growth into adulthood and motherhood in Chicago, where she settled after college.
 
 
 
To order online An Ancient Trail to Home online, go https://finishinglinepress.com/product_info.php?cPath=2&products_id=2114
Or order by mail:  Make checks ($12 plus $2.99 shipping) payable to Finishing Line Press, and send to Finishing Line Press, P.O. Box 1626, Georgetown, KY 40324
 
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John (Juha Raikkonen's book Life is an Amazing Song, is an uplifting and humorous book about his growing up in Finland and Sweden. Visit the author's website at www.LifesAmazingSong.com for ordering information
 
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Since her inauguration in 1886, the Statue of Liberty has welcomed emigrants into the United States. Over the years, multitudes of Finnish people have immigrated to America, and today an estimated 600,000 Americans with Finnish background live in the United States. The Statue of Liberty deserves a very special place among the American Monuments.
Eero (Eric) Sorila and Mirjam Rand have co-authored American Monuments: The Stories Behind our Icons. It is available from Xlibris.com and Amazon.com. This book features information on 25 iconic American monuments.

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Creative Contributions
Prose, Poetry, & Memoir
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New Baby

by

Wendy S. Anderson

 
First visit to the family in Piscatiquis County, Maine
She is so far into my country,
wading through my inland springs,
tiny overalls rolled to her knees,
and toes balled up like spruce gum
against the cold.
August sun sits in her cheeks,
autumn rustles through her hair,
and a milky curve of moon nestles in her thighs.
Her belly is a canopy of night sounds,
of cricket chirps and frog croaks,
of April runoff and January hail.
Birds soar straight down her legs,
lift up her arms, and startle her
into trying too soon to fly.
She follows an ancient trail to home.
She is a fawn feeding on my flowers,
a fox sniffing at my windows,
a fat cub, curled up and cozy in my chair.
She is going out the back door
and coming in the front,
landing like a flock of geese on the rug,
all her squawks and busyness
causing a ruckus and lighting up the house.
She is a thunderstorm just started
a lightning shower at peak,
and finally a dome of crisp, clear sky.
She is my first star.
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Two Poems
by
Gary V. Anderson
 
Istu
Finnish for sit
She pats the
dusty step,
says, isuta.
Neither of us
know the
importance of
clean steps to
signal the
condition
inside this
Finnish home.
 
Setรค
Finnish for Uncle
I was born the
day his body,
free of the B17 Bomber,
rose to the
surface of the
Zuider Zee.
I read a letter
saved from the war,
proved his visit
nine months
before I was born.
Named for him,
I enjoyed status
not known by the
other six children.
I wonder
about the father,
his brother,
let alone the mother.
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Three Poems
by
Diane Dettman
 
Evening Fog
 
 

The river flows in silence,
Fog drifts at dusk.
Nestled in the valley,
Like warm
Butterscotch pudding,
Her beauty soothes
The soul.
Soft wisps of fog
Timeless and
Universal.
 

The Crow
Flap,
Glide,
Soar.
With wings folded,
He dives.
Against the wind,
He strokes upward.
Brash caws echo
Through the cobalt
Morning sky.
                                                          Rainy Day Reflections

 
 
Do not discourage the rainy day,
Though you’d rather see the sun.
The rain has come to refresh the earth
And get us on the run.
 
Why do we dislike these rainy days?
They trap us deep inside.
Maybe it’s because we’re alone,
From ourselves we cannot hide.
Enjoy a rainy day to read or write,
Or take time to call a friend.
They’re precious moments to refresh our souls.
Oh, rainy day—don’t end!

 

Diane Dettmann’s the author of Miriam Daughter of Finnish Immigrants and Twenty-Eight Snow Angels A Widow’s Story of Love, Loss, and Renewal, named runner-up in the national “Beach Book Festival Awards”. Diane’s shared her writing at local authors’ events, festivals and international conferences in Finland and Canada. Both books are available online at Barnes and Noble and Amazon. To order go to Diane’s website at: http://outskirtspress.com/snowangels

 

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Two Poems

by

Michael King

 

 

Birds Caught


A swallow caught in netting that surrounds a patch
of tubers near a mountaintop attempts to flit
its wings while free birds swoop between the mesh, betrayed
by corpses of unfortunates with withered flanks.
The fated spies the action and the stillness of

 the web I skirt to climb a stairway carved in clay.                   
Outside a tunnel dwelling at a plot atop
the treeless peak, stiff gusts from the seashore beyond
flap tarps at inland spines, which stare to tower blocks
and cranes above the town below, enshrined in smog.  

I descend through a maze of bamboo mounds where tombs  
decay beneath crops. Some gravesites sport flowers laced
with shreds of firecrackers.  Among the weeds along
a fence, a pheasant snared in scrapped cord flops about
for flight.  I cut the tangled lines from bloodied legs. 

 
Method
 
Paranoids rape reason
to preserve their power,
the profit of oppression.
Then they accuse access,
detain diversity,
indict individualism,
arrest art,
prosecute privacy,
convict congregation,
condemn conscience,
and inter truth under
mausoleums of mass murderers.
They employ materialism
to temper their tyranny.

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The Statue of Liberty
(From American Monuments: The Stories Behind Our Icons)
By Mirjam Rand
This statue in New York Harbour has been a symbol of freedom for millions since its inauguration in 1886. The words of Emma Lazarus are inscribed on the base: “Give me your tired, your poor/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”
 
The Statue of Liberty was a gift from the French to the People of the United States, marking the US centennial of 1876. Frederic- Auguste Bartholdi designed and named the statue Liberty Enlightening the World. It was initially intended to be a lighthouse for New York Harbour traffic. Attempts to illuminate the torch failed and lights were installed instead to shine on the statue.
This monument, with its pedestal, stands 305 feet high. Copper sheeting covers a steel armature designed by Gustave Eiffel, who also designed the Eiffel Tower in Paris.  In her left arm, Liberty holds a tablet inscribed with the date, July 4, 1776. The extended right arm has a staircase inside it. Since 1916 public traffic to the torch balcony is no longer permitted. 354 steps lead to the crown, which is open to the public but limited to 240 people per day.
 An icon of peace and hope, the Statue of Liberty is perhaps the most enduring and beloved of American monuments.
 
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Two Poems
by
Don Hagelberg
Mourning
For "Odie"
Prison camp mornings
Uniformed by minds:
cut to weigh equally,
evidenced hard, loafed in ovens,
pronounced guilty of hunger,
then disposed of as trash-crime.
              
Weather or Not
An Acrostic

When the glisten of fallen rain
echoes from the tops of plank fence,
at that point when vision dies,
to be caught between afternoon and night,
how am I to define the real,
either in head or beyond, with a
relishing imagination which glints of hints?
 
 
 

 
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Three Poems
by
Charles Peltosalo


6  Corners Out

I.                  Down to North America I will descend, spirit matter-born,
             Dead aware, cold and smart as clear bright stones.
            Into its’ white, green, white shimmering center,
Through Creation’s plasmic sheets of layered light,

I will make my flight.

Deep down the bright blue stratic bands I will sift,

Flow, penetrate, notch in ambient speed as tower clouds boom,

Race billowing past me, furious with weather’s moods,

Time’s shades, as horizon lines explode all in grey dark nimbus.

By trebled speed, cubed and squared,

They burst deca-1,000’s of feet in thrusted columnar ascents.

Unbridled blooms transmogrify to angels’ form,

Hold angels’ court while mystery birds swirl thundered sky,
 
Divide Creation’s great bowl and bath with flash of feather, flash of eye.
 
Both human and human-not appear, gravitous to compass lines from
 
The All-Black’s very edge,
 
Are splayed to mighty quarters,
 
Set spinning to sidereal standards in this sparse amber of the forever vacuum.


II.                Space, all chemistry’s midwife, delivers bounded forms about me

From my continent’s sunken seed.

Growth proceeds, retreats; I orbit and approach all throbbing,

Matter spirit-born.

I grow as tree rings, ride circles outward:

Jewels, spheres and interstice of cloud,

Skein of wind, sashay organs, leaf and oak,

Calling the subtle music of the minerals’ bonded dance.

My planet’s covers shift and sway,

Mountains skid towards seas’ advance.

In consummate celebration, a quartz-grained nitrogen escapes

Through cubes of light, through ioned seines of air.

I will join in trust my fellow delicates tied to these gnashing grand hammers,

Bonded mysteriously to the glitter-stone at our smart center,

And from that center, I will stand.


III.             Continent- roots to space and iron-melt,
Lateral greens, vertical whites; my ultimate power dancer,

Radiate, rebound all light bent here,

Bend it to kindred tongue, one luxuriant, deft of phrase,

Sling these echoes back from all these echoes heard.

Point the hungry mirrors outward, Polisher of Glass,

Magnify and send the solar mind speeding to its’ 6 corners.

Mute the outside clash.

Separate the still and silent.

Magnify the colors’ dance down to white….green…white…

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Sentinels

Put on leather boots, come walking.
Spread your woolen wings, let’s fly.
Sprout your feathers, we’ll go crowing,
Roostering with wild cries.

Climb above the yawning valley,
Smell the cottonwoods awake.
Leave this town while it’s still early,
Dance to music meadows make.

Let’s dodge corn-snow sugar-coating hilltops,
Steal the most precious time of day.
Just one more time, let’s close our workshops,
And mingle with the clouds at play.
 
 
 
Witches


I.                   Witches in the park weaving new blades of Spring grass into sunny days,
Ignore the rain-dark crowds who bustle by city-like in sidewalk-straight daydreams.
Witch by rock, facing East, witch by tree, facing South,
Combine their notions,
Chase the clouds away.

II.                Pow-wow dancers in the valley, drumming roots deep in Earth;
Staid flora rises from the moist carpet ground, inherits soil’s power,
Invokes solar rights, conjures ancient blue.
Brilliant white horizons contrary to the grey and windy way
Dance the clouds away.

III.             Yogis bellow on the mountain, cousins to the birds,
Soul-flying, sky-filling:
Woodpeckered message hammered mantric flows through lodgepole veins.
Green blood shining, pine light feeding,
Chant the clouds away.

IV.             Buttercups begin their bloom, reflecting golden rays.
Nature tender, Nature warming listens as we play,
Rhymes the spritely footsteps taken with a matching crystal day.
The meadow’s song will syncopate the breath and hearts symphonic,
Melt the clouds away.
 

 
Charles Peltosalo cgpelt at embarqmail dot com
 
 




 
 
 

 
FinNALA Newsletter Editorial Team:
 
Terri Martin, Editor-in-Chief
Sirpa Kaukinen, Assistant Editor
Beth Virtanen, Publisher