Kulutuksen vanki; A Prisoner of Consumption

 

Kulutuksen vanki

Olen läpeeni kyllästynyt,
ja haluan nukkua niin,
etten herää
Silti en kuole.
Se tässä
vituttaa.
© Yelling Rosa
26/5 –20

Jälkisanat

Katsoin juuri televisiodokumentin tekoälystä ja sen mahdollisista vaaroista. Ohjelman tekijöiden mielestä ihmisten tarkkaileminen ja manipulointi ovat hälyttäviä ilmiöitä. Tätä taustaa vasten tarkasteltuna ”Kulutuksen vanki” -runoni sai uutta ulottuvuutta. Sen lisäksi, että algoritmit ohjaavat meidän kulutustamme, olemme olleet kulutusrobotteja jo ennen tietotekniikan vallankumousta.

Runo kuvaa sitä, kuinka tämä ohjailu repii sielua, mutta mitä vaihtoehtoja ihmisellä on toimia, jos et omista maata ja voi sitä viljellä. Metsään ei niin vaan mennä erakoksi, kun sen omistaa yksityinen ihminen tai sitten se on valtion metsää, jolle on säädetty muut käyttötarkoitukset kuin oravanpyörästä hyppääminen.

 

 

A Prisoner of Consumption

I’m sickened tired of this,
And I want to sleep so
I won’t wake up.
However, I don’t
Stop shopping,
Which is what
Pissed me off.
© Yelling Rosa
26/5 –20

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Afterwords

I just watched a television documentary about artificial intelligence and its potential dangers. The authors of the program consider the observation and manipulation of people to be alarming phenomena. Against this background, my ”Prisoner of Consumption” poem took on a new dimension. In addition to the fact that algorithms control our consumption, we have been consuming robots before the information technology revolution.

The poem describes how this maneuver tears the soul and what options you have, mostly if you do not own the land and cultivate it. The landless human being can’t go into the forest as a hermit when a private person or state owns it.

 

 

Liikaa sanoja; Too Many Words; Слишком много слов

 

Liikaa sanoja

Sanoja on liikaa,
kun ei tiedä,
mitä niiden kanssa
tehdä.
© Yelling Rosa
28/8–20

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Too Many Words

There are too many words
When you don´t know
What to do with them.
© Yelling Rosa
28/8–20

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Слишком много слов

Слишком много слов
Когда ты не знаешь
Что с ними делать.
© Yelling Rosa
28/8–20

 

 

A Sparrow On The Window Ledge

The day before yesterday, I was down by the blue riverside and didn’t know how to pull myself together. Finally, I prayed that Lord relieved me from the pain that was tearing me into pieces. I fell asleep without getting any help. After a while, I waked up because I felt that a bird was singing in my room. It was on the window ledge, but the window was open. I peeped behind the curtain, and I saw a little sparrow who sang from the bottom of its heart. It was slightly downy so that it has stared its first summer and everything was new for it. I knocked the window gently to get its attention, but it didn’t respond. When I added the volume, it almost fell from the ledge before it flew away. I managed to snap many pictures but only reached its back.

This incident helped me, but only a moment. The dark clouds started to gather around me again. I crept back to my bed even it was sunny noon. I was on the twilight light zone when I heard a muffled bump. “Too heavy approaching,” I smiled and checked that everything was all right. Yes, my savior from heaven sat again on the window ledge and perhaps thought: “What was that. I didn’t see anything”. I dressed and went out, saying to myself: “If that small creature has the strength to move on, I can’t be worse.”

© Yelling Rosa
30/6 -19

Yö; Natten; The Night;

Yö

Yö ei koreille,
ei pröystäille,
ei vainoa
ketään,
ei kiusaa,
sillä mikä
pelottaa
yössä
on
valossa
syntynyttä.
© Yelling Rosa
18/6 –20

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Natten

Natten inte prålar,
inte bröstar sig
ingen förföljer
eller plågar
för vad
skrämmas
i natten
har i ljuset
född.
© Yelling Rosa
18/6 –20

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Night

The night doesn’t dazzle
Doesn’t boast,
No one persecutes
Or torments
For what
Scares
In the night
Has in the light
Born.
© Yelling Rosa
18/6 –20

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Собственные сумерки; Own Twilight; Oma hämärä; Crepusculo proprie

Лучше собственные сумерки

Лучше
собственные сумерки
чем странный
яркость.
© Yelling Rosa
16/5 –20

Better Own Twilight

Better own twilight
than the strange
brightness.
©️Yelling Rosa
16/5 –20

Parempi oma hämärä

Parempi
oma hämärä
kuin outo
kirkkaus.
©️ Yelling Rosa
16/5 –20

Melior crepusculo proprie

Melior
Crepusculo proprie
Que le luce
Estranie.
©️ Yelling Rosa
16/5 –20


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На моём пути; On My Own Path

On My Own Path, Yelling Rosa

 

Lyrics

On My Own Path	На моём пути
I’m not the one they say I am.	Я нет такой, Как люди говорят
I have never been	Я никогда не был
What they’re saying.	Что они утверждают.
I am somebody nobody knows.	я тот, кого никто не знает.
And now I’m leaving all this behind.	И сейчас я бросаю всё за спину мою.
On my own path I hear how	На моём пути я слышу как
The golden fairy sings	Золотая фея поёт
The silver ballad to me.	Мне серебряную балладу.
The wild horses run in the forest	Дикие лошади бегают в лесу
That is repeating forever love.	Который повторяет  вечную любовь.
Thank you my Lord for giving me light in loneliness	Слава Богу, что ты помог мне,
by telling me it’s not a sin to be alone,	когда ты сказал, что одиночество – это не грех.
if you are made fun of being you.	если люди тебя издеваются из-за твоего характера.
On my own path I hear how	На мне пути я слышу как
The golden fairy sings	Золотая фея поёт
The silver ballad to me.	Мне серебряную балладу.
The wild horses run in the forest	Дикие лошади бегают в лесу
That is repeating forever love.	Который повторяет вечную любовь.
On My Own Path	На моём пути
Copyright © Yelling Rosa

Моя бабушка; Mummoni; My Grandmother

Моя бабушка

Моя бабушка наказывала только тех,
кого хотела любить.
Иногда я надеялся
Что она бы любила
меня менее,
но теперь, как старик
Я горжусь ею
любовь.
© Yelling Rosa
15/4 -20

Minun mummoni

Minun mummoni kuritti vain niitä,
joita hän rakasti.
Joskus toivoin,
että hän rakastaisi vähemmän
minua,
mutta nyt vanhana miehenä
olen ylpeä hänen
huolenpidostaan.
© Yelling Rosa
15/4 -20

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Grandmother

My grandmother punished only those
whom she wanted to love.
Sometimes I was hoping
That she would love
me less
but now like an old man
I'm proud of her
love.
© Yelling Rosa
15/4 –20