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Jaarno Saarinan

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About Me

poetry :: i mow my lawn :: when the neighbors complain :: 25 years without complaint in boston :: 4 years of a burned-up patch in des moines :: but des moines is good to me :: floating in the wake of cornfields and rows of oily soybeans :: in iowa ralston makes monkey chow :: in minnesota hormel makes spam :: side-by-side we are a blue-canned affair :: I work with numbers at a mortgage company :: they haven't fired me yet :: I host a monthly poetry series on Ingersoll Strasse :: published, award-winning poets :: i am dan troxell :: relax, don't worry ...

My Interests

words :: sounds :: color :: texture :: context :: fire :: chess :: humanity :: humility :: fluidity :: hops barley water yeast :: chi gong :: deutschland :: intelligence :: connectivity :: coincidence :: relevance :: königswinter :: timbre :: 12 tones :: ambience

I'd like to meet:

you as a poem :: my cats' next life :: my anti-matter me :: a fourteenth century chess player :: ellen barkin when we were both twenty :: imogen heap :: my children as adults :: captain piccard :: the minimalist you :: mark strand :: george bush with a lemon meringue pie in my hand :: you with amnesia :: my parents when they were four :: edward abbey :: toni mang on the nordschleife der nürburgring :: you in satori deja vu while performing mahler's symphony of a thousand on december tenth, nineteen-seventy-seven ::

Music:

bjork :: imogen heap :: the gravel pit :: gustav mahler :: jacques brel :: steve reich :: gunther schuller :: trebek :: kipper tin :: lovewhip :: 4AD :: the high ceilings :: level 42 :: mylene farmer :: myself in the shower :: seal :: teddy larkin n scary wagon :: gore gore girls :: aaron copeland :: the chemical brothers :: jennifer tefft :: mel torme :: carly simon :: sarah borges :: birdsongs :: carrie akre :: scriabin :: brian eno :: john cage :: massive attack :: heidi saperstein :: jennifer tefft :: paul chihara :: revueltas :: ramayana monkey chant :: aaron copeland :: the sheila divine :: mixel pixel

Movies:

koyanisqaatsi :: les enfants du paradise :: casablanca :: groundhog day :: metropolis :: die blaue engel :: the usual suspects :: aguirre, der zorn gottes :: strangers in paradise :: i robot :: blade runner :: 2001 a space odyssy :: apocalypse now :: terminator :: pay it forward :: berliner alexanderplatz

Television:

star trek tng :: this old house :: pbs :: how it's made :: twin peaks :: anything from nova :: anything from frontline :: anything out my window :: nothing from disney :: nothing from nickleodeon :: nothing from bush

Books:

nine horses :: leaves of grass :: stranger in a strange land :: cats cradle :: fruits, shoichi aoki :: postville :: the monkeywrench gang :: that hideous strength, out of the silent planet, perelandra :: the great mortality :: earthquake id

Heroes:

ernest shackleton :: michel gondry :: mary bourquin :: carl sagan :: hunter thompson :: jack nicholson :: diane keaton :: billy collins :: emily dickinson :: michael moore :: walter gropius :: cs lewis :: a different language :: goethe :: rutger hauer :: copernicus :: my cats :: eddie lawson :: kenny roberts :: randy mamola :: dale quarterly :: kevin schwantz :: ayrton senna :: heather knowles :: schifffahrer am rhein :: dave dawson :: ben & jerry :: john quincy adams :: jim jarmusch :: creamy :: abraham lincoln :: jacques cousteau :: fred rogers :: mark strand :: einstein :: not bush :: builders of the st louis arch :: my kids, andy and sophie

My Blog

"wild west" ... a silly halloween poem

wild westbehind the door after dark listening for the countdown of costumed children to burst through theshutes into the paddock as the clock runs down eight sugary seconds and every unroped hand wave...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 05:24:00 PST

"last wish" ... a new poem

last wishthe darkness around me gives me time, gives me contemplation, room to mull overmy last game of solitaire, to hope for one more day,perhaps for another visit by my guard's mother,more pap...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 07:47:00 PST

"scary basement" ... a poem

scary basementthere hung a basement doorin our house growing up. it had a ripple crackle glass fresnel view downto the faint-light under-wattage bulb atthe bottom of the longlong long creaking stairs....
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 08:54:00 PST

"myanmariraqdarfurafghanistan" ... a new poem

myanmariraqdarfurafghanistana mother beats her child with a burning stickas a country cruelly turns against its peoplefear empties crowded market squares temples, bloodied hands and knees scraping at ...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 10:18:00 PST

"humanity" ... a new poem

humanitymy windshield catches the feigned, indifferent glance from you, a sudden crack! through the glass landing sharply on my dash. I quickly tuck it into the glovebox with my out-of-state parking t...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 09:43:00 PST

"another manifestation" ... a new poem

another manifestationstartled awake deep in the night,sliding to the edge of a fresh-mopped floor,peering, head sideways to the open void of an elevator shaft.you don't remember falling asleepbut you ...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 09:02:00 PST

"the steak knife" ... a new poem

the steak knifea friend of mine had an old stationwagon in california with wingtip tail lightsand except for that and the open road, there was nothing else. last year, when his shiftlever finally melt...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 06:06:00 PST

"resonations of salaam" ... a new poem

resonations of salaamtumbling pebbles of thought in my mind at midnight, polishing my forehead in the cradle of these hands andoffering it all to god to listen to the resonations of salaam enter my bo...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 07:40:00 PST

"nothing at the end" ... a new poem

nothing at the endwhen I came home tonight, you told meour neighbor who always wore the straw hat had died. the cancer pulled her away from us, but also the friendships over the fence, her pinecone pi...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 11:09:00 PST

"opened flowers" ... a poem

opened flowersnear-buried in the summer-young hay, with afternoon flits, swallows sounding in the windand grain-thieving varmints swimming in the waves of this four foottall field cover, I wondered wh...
Posted by Jaarno Saarinan on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 11:08:00 PST