“BUT DAAAAAAAAAD–” To Go With The Darth Dad And Little Princess One!

Muminmamas💓

Love

In the middle of 1950s Tove was very, very lonely. Her letters of that time are melancholy, as she desperately yearned for true love. By this time she was very interested in dating women (as to her, Atos Wirtanen was in a way the last man she wanted to love). But circles were small in a small town, where homosexual acts were both a disease and illegal.

It was 1955, when Tove met Tuulikki Pietilä. They knew each other vaguely by looks. They had attended Ateneum’s art school at the same time but Tuulikki was few years younger and usually students spent time with their own language group (Tove spoke Swedish, Tuulikki Finnish).

The love story which lasted until their deaths, almost half a century began at Pikkujoulu party (”Little Christmas” in Finnish, a party traditionally held in anticipation on Christmas, usually among coworkers or friends) arranged by Finnish art society. Tove asked Tuulikki to dance, but she declined - probably out of propriety. But later Tuulikki sent Tove a card picturing a striped cat and asked her to visit her atelier.

Next summer Tuulikki visited Tove at an island. Love was born. Tove wrote; “I have finally come home to that one person whom I want to be with”. The picture of a striped cat was always and still is on the wall of Tove’s atelier. The couple spent their summers together on an island and winters working in their ateliers, which were right next door from each other.

It can be said that Tuulikki saved Moominvalley. By the time they began their relationship, Tove was absolutely tired of Moomins. Tuulikki’s support restored Tove’s belief in Moomins and they became an important hobby to them both.

Moomin book Moominland Midwinter (1957) is a book about loving and falling in love with Tuulikki. And it really shows. In the book, Moomintroll (who is an avatar of Tove Jansson) wakes up in the middle of unfamiliar and eerie winter, facing loneliness and death for the first time. In the middle of all cold and silence Moomintroll finds Too-Ticky, who’s calmly watching a snow lantern. Too-Ticky is robust and strong with blonde hair and a knife at her hip; everything Tuulikki was.

Too-Ticky becomes Moomintroll’s calm and supportive mentor. She never gives ready answers and instead gently guides Moomintroll as he grows and learns. It is Too-Ticky who says the phrase which Tove repeated often in her interviews and which was seemingly one of her most important philophies: “Everything is insecure and that makes me calm”.

After Tuulikki’s first visit Tove wrote; “I love you both enchanted and very calm at the same time, and I don’t fear anything that might await us”. After finding Tuulikki, Tove described how much calmer and safer she felt. Whole living felt easier.

This is what I mean when I say I like winters. #winteriscoming #volcjazima #joinme #wolfingaround #be #zen #memoments #lovely #catbuddha #cats #warm #cosy

Vse tabol, ribi

Kozu sej zbudu,

paj zaslutu u zrak,

daj to j en dan,

drgačn k vsak.

Bo treba v dolino,

tam najdt en lušt,

dab začutu v kosteh,

tist magičn gušt,

k takrat se zgodi,

k tropska riba,

albezn negova,

soj rojstvo slavi. ❤️

No regrets.

7ljubišneljubiš (uganka)

ljubišneljubiš

Ne nosim je na rami.

Vseeno čutim težo. 

Ena za drugo venijo. 

Sem ena trajejših vrst.

Počutim se veličastno.

Metulj ne ve, 

da se zibljem 

še dolgo po njegovem odhodu,

stiskam iz sebe olje, 

da podmažem vse sklepe. 

Odnos zemlje in sonca je ključen. 

Pomirja me. 

Prepoznam občutek in 

upam, da ni bilo zadnjič. 

Jesen je.

Zagotovo zmorem še kakšno parado.

L. Cohen <3

I heard of a man  who says words so beautifully  that if he only speaks their name  women give themselves to him.  If I am dumb beside your body  while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips. it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.

Gottmik

V sebi čuvam malo

gotik pošast,

ki starim perverznežem

spremeni tiča v pepel in

v kri naliva svinec,

da zanesljivo umrejo

še preden s svojimi

pohotnimi kremplji izpraskajo

zadnji tartuf iz zemlje.

Slike mi kot diapozitivi preskakujejo,

dokler ga ne najdem

v mlaki krvi,

in je zadnji

svoje vrste.

Stojim

nad njim

drag boy s čikom u gobcu in

rečem: "A ti je to kej seksi?”

Hitrost vetra (Corinne)

Bolj kot se odmika dim

teže pozabim -

da ne znam zvijat –

fališ mi, dušo.

Working class love

(for Mišon, the greatest artist I know)

When you are working class, 

you don't get to have

original thoughts:

you are suppose to oil the machine, 

that makes them. 

You get through the same pattern

day by day, 

knowing it has to be completed, 

from beginning until the end

and you need to get creative, 

to squeeze in some fun, 

for stuff and people you really love.