Finland-Swedish dictionary online

The Institute for the Languages of Finland has made freely available an online dictionary of Finland-Swedish. The dictionary's compilers are Charlotta af Hällström-Reijonen and Mikael Reuter. Editing is by Bianca Holmberg, and the publisher is Schildts & Söderströms Ab.

And now I am here

»Och nu är jag här.

I ett land som i fyra decennier haft en socialdemokratisk regering.

I ett samhälle där opinioner,  debatt, skolväsen – hela samhällsklimatet formats av detta socialdemokratiska etablissemang.

Och jag grips av samma förlamande depression, samma kvävningskänslor som i 1930-talets monolitiska Finland.»

Marianne Alopaeus, Drabbad av Sverige (1983) 

Mirjam Tuominen - complete works

The Swedish publisher Eskaton has begun its republication of the work of Mirjam Tuominen in ten volumes. The first two volumes in the series are Besk brygd (1947) and Tema med variationer (1952). The first reviews have begun to appear - notably a very positive one in Bernur.

For a short introduction to the new series and the current resurgence of interest in Mirjam Tuominen's life and work, see Hbl Litterarum.

The Smell of Snow

Pia Tafdrup's new collection Lugten af sne (The Smell of Snow) will be published by Gyldendal in May 2016.

One of the poems from the new book can be read in my translation here.

Caught in the Act

by Pia Tafdrup

The fish catches its food

and itself is caught, has its head

cut off with a cracking sound,

the smell of fish blood rises while

under the knife the fish still twitches.

The light bones and feathers

lie scattered among grass and stones,

where the bird circled in the air,

smelled its way to earthworms in the soil,

before the marten consumed its meal.

On the grassy plains a hungry wolf

goes after the sheep's bellies and guts,

on the carcasses the ribs

are gnawed away, flies and worms

take care of the last remnants.

In the dust among the rubble of war

the wounded lie,

I recognize the smell,

when an angel is grazed.

In the dust among the rubble of war

lie the dead,

victims of a bloody hour, who once

lay in wombs,

must now be placed in the grave

infinitely close to our hearts.

Breathing, collision,

the locations accumulate,

rocks and clods of earth,

the whole world is a crime scene.

translated from Danish by David McDuff

Essay Tour

I've translated a section from Gösta Ågren's latest collection, Dikter utan land (Schildts & Söderströms, 2015):

A tour through the essays of Ralph Waldo Emerson

The essays themselves are here.