Not being much at Swedish, I'll take that as a yes, Kasper.
My parents and grandparents were Swedish speaker, the
latter all having been born and raised there. I remember
long, hilarious, spiels by my mother's mother when I
was small of which the only words I understood were
"Ellis Island." Swedish was my parents' vehicle for
talk that my sister and I shouldn't hear.
Hal
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is intermittent."
--Henry David Thoreau
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On Feb 23, 2008, at 5:18 AM, kasper salonen wrote:
> nej jag är inte finlands-svensk; och talar bara lite svenska. min
> mamma talar svenska nästan för hons modersmål, men inte jag.
>
> I'll second Fred, in that this is one of the very few sonnets of yours
> that I've not passed by & which I was especially glad to have not. his
> specific insights were also witnessed by me in degrees, & I especially
> love the 'turtlefox' image/construction.
>
> KS
>
> On 22/02/2008, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> Tack så mycket, KS. Btw, are you one of the
>> Swedish-speaking Finns?
>>
>> Hal
>>
>> Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.
>>
>>
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>>
>>
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>> On Feb 22, 2008, at 7:09 AM, kasper salonen wrote:
>>
>>> great stuff.
>>>
>>> KS
>>>
>>> On 21/02/2008, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>>> Sonnet: Your Lips Soft as Lard
>>>>
>>>> Apricot ears pinned to your oblate head, hair
>>>> balled in a bun at the nape of your neck. Eyes
>>>> like dungeons, lids at half-mast. Oh, stop now.
>>>>
>>>> That last was too much, too redolent of swampy
>>>> waters near the shore of the sea, birds stopping
>>>> to feed in that migratory way that they have.
>>>>
>>>> Blinded by recalitrant moon emerging from pen-
>>>> umbral maroonity. What next (or what nest) then
>>>> my luv, my lubricatory evasion, my turtlefox?
>>>>
>>>> Intelligent satellites wanting to know, b4
>>>> more toxic spray comes wafting our way.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Hal
>>>>
>>>>
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