Tip of the Tongue

Tip of the Tongue

Friday, 17 January 2014

The Sun

The Sun.
Burning low against the horizon.
Twelve o'clock
Twelve degrees.
What warmth!
What warmth?
Negative is the air,
Clear the skies,
For the Sun to make way,
For the moon.
As night begins as the day starts.
In the city that I am calling,
My home.

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

The Other Ourselves

Who are we to question?
Is it our right, do we think?
Our arrogance, ignorance.
Our petulance; we petty race
of men.
Questioning the order,
Needed but not for us,
We petty race of men.
To our other side, oursleves.
Two halves a whole,
Our better half part of the
Darkness.
Due to we petty race
of men.
They are not shrouded by
night. As it lights the way
for the Sun. 
We Proceed from our first side.
We petty race of men.

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Helsinki: The First Days

Lectures have begun now in Helsinkiland...joys. 
My first foray into the University was for Introduction to Finnish Literature, where there was a majority of English people in the room for the first time ever! There are hundreds of Germans and Canadians here so to hear an actual British accent is a bit of a novelty. Alas this lecture was god damn boring, as all introductory ones are. In my opinion at least. Here is a photo of what I did...



I have American Lit today and that is all, there is only one day where I have more than one lecture which is pretty good. So far it has meant I have been able to go out 5 nights in a row and somehow still live and I guess now it will mean I have time to do all the reading I'm expected to do...and go out. It is also giving me an opportunity to catch up on GoT which I neglected back in the UK. 

Trips are now planned for Estonia, so we can get some cheap alcohol and so I can take some photos of the Old Town which apparently is beautiful! I may possibly be going to the old capital of Finland, Turku, as there is a sale on rail tickets at the moment. We've already been to Suomenlinna which is an Island Fortress, it was bloody cold but a lovely thing to do to fill up the day. 

Since Adam's we've also been to Roska, where you're allowed to draw on the walls! It is just covered in graffiti and plays the most random music in a very intimate setting. They even did a last dance, which I think is the first last dance I've participated in since year 7, safe to say I got a much better deal this time compared to the time when boys wouldn't go near a girl just 'cause. Ahh, those days, so long ago. And then the seemingly infamous Tiger club which is at the top of a shopping centre and so gives you a city view out on the balcony! It was a pretty good night although I think my tired head got the better of me and so I left at 3 rather than the standard 4 as it's been so far. Best thing of all however was that Joep (Dutch friend) and I started a dance circle and pulled people in to have a dance off. 'Peter, Peter! I think...I think this is your song!' These words have I'm pretty sure made me the most achy person alive as when those words are spoken you must own the song. It's a good job I like dancing. 

Hopefully there will be more photos appearing soon and I can tell you all how I am dying under the amount of books I've got out of the library! Now I need to leave for lecture....


Saturday, 11 January 2014

Helsinki: Orientation

So we've now had our Orientation, which was over two days. This was just getting to know our tutor group and then sitting through an orientation talk...it was slightly painful and there were definitely some heads beginning to loll. The one highlight was TJ, the IT guy who reminded me of almost any and all of the characters from 'Allo 'Allo! We now also have a variety of different cards and reams of paper which are actually relatively important and so they are just taking up space as I'm not entirely sure where to keep them. It's a 'too important to throw to the back but not vital enough to have on my desk' kinda sitch.

We've also signed up for modules now, I'm a little anxious as to the work load I will have as I am taking 8 of them. Eight. EIGHT. At Nottingham I've managed to avoid the literature courses, I thought that the options would be more interesting here in Helsinki. It turns out I was correct but from avoiding them in Notts I am now having them fly at me as I do 5 different literature courses this semester. So I'm set up to study: Mesoamerican writing systems (looking at Aztec symbols), Global and Regional Variation, Structural Analysis, Introduction to Finnish Literature, American Lit, Post Colonial Lit, Australian Lit and British & Irish Lit. I kind of get the idea that I'll be doing a lot of reading. 

Out of academia, which is obviously the place to be right now, we have all been doing quite a bit...although mainly in the evening. LUX was an exhibition across the city based on light which we were taken around by a couple of tutors. There were some really interesting installments and some odd but what else would you expect from art? After the tour we went for a drink and it cost 7€ for a bottle of IPA. I don't think I've ever been upset about my spending with regards to alcohol but I feel like it may well begin here. With 5€ probably being an average amount for a half litre (which is annoying in itself because we get a pint glass which doesn't have a pint in it. God bless imperial!) From this nice but expensive bar we headed to Amarillo. I think it's likely to be the home of the exchange student because on a Wednesday and Thursday past 9 a half litre is only 1.80€. The music however sounds very similar to Forum's playlist, just outdated enough to question whether it's acceptable to be played but hey I danced! It was good. 

Last night was a different story though. First a few of us went to Alhalla (downstairs) which is the name of one of our common rooms. Walking in I was greeted by new faces and then they just kept coming. There are so many names and nationalities to remember! Nations represented, as far as I can remember, are: Canada, America, Peru, Brazil, France, Spain, Portugal, Germany, Holland, Greece, Turkey, Bulgaria, Sweden, Switzerland, Russia, Czech Republic, Hong Kong, New Zealand and Australia. I'm pretty sure there are more though and it is incredible hearing all the different accents. I feel like that stereotypical Brit though who is speaking English and hoping that everyone else can speak it too, I think it's pretty clear that myself and the language system in the UK is a failure because almost everyone else has at least one other language in their repertoire. Finnish seems particularly tricky to pronounce and so picking up even the most basic of words I think is going to be a struggle. We shall have to wait and see.
After Alhalla we went to Adam's (recommended by two Greek girls who leave soon) and had an incredible night. I am a dancer, I don't think I'm any good I just love to do it. Once I start it seems it is quite hard to stop too but last night it didn't matter. I think we stayed until about 4 and despite the club not being that full I did not care. It was one of my favourite nights out because I danced in a ballroom/club style (which I didn't know was possible but I loved it!) with beautiful people and I didn't feel ridiculous in the slightest. 

Put simply the adjectives are endless. They are all positive. And I presume they'll keep on coming. 


Monday, 6 January 2014

Helsinki: Arrivals

I have arrived.
It's official.
After a 4 o'clock alarm after a 12 o'clock bedtime I caught the 7:30 flight out to Helsinki.
I'd tell you about the flight but I slept through it (see above sentence for why).
Touching down in Helsinki and it was if I was at home. Cloudy, dark, cold and quiet. I waltzed through customs...there actually wasn't anyone there which was odd but I used that new fandangled technology of biometrics.
I took the 615 bus into the city centre where I then waited by the pop-up ice rink for a tutor to come and meet me. I was glad to see that the level of ice-skating had not improved in comparison to Nottingham's Christmas Market - apart from one girl who was doing pirouettes whilst on the phone. Saana came after a latte had been consumed and some DH Lawrence had been read, she took me through the info I was being given and then preceeded to tell me that the literature courses in Finland are hell and she's been trying to avoid them for as long as possible - great start Peter.
I was directed to the Tram which would take me to my new digs and after a lovely Swedish girl let me in to the hostel - which is more like student accommodation than any hostel I've ever been too - I proceeded to my room.
I am the first to arrive of the two and so have taken the bed by the window and more importantly...the radiator! I have nothing of any use apart from clothes at the moment and so currently I am drinking water out of a hip flask and eating a Double Decker that was given to me by a friend for the journey. I've had to use the bathroom in my neighbour's flat as we have no toilet paper and I am going to see if I can also steal some food off him later because my god I am hungry.
Saana had told me that the weather at the moment was quite warm (2 degrees instead of the -10) and so H&M are having clearance sales of their cold weather gear! I also need to find the Ikea so I can get a plate and bowl and glass/mug AND I need to re-find the Lidl which I passed so I can buy some supplies. This will be my job tomorrow.
As for now I'm going to see if anyone else is around and if not get down to those essays which have been my Christmas holiday. 

Monday, 11 November 2013

A Minute Gone Unheard

Today is fast approaching tomorrow. Yet today was Remembrance day and shall never be forgotten. That is not to say that the 11th of November 2013 was a particularly special Remembrance day, rather that Remembrance day is an occasion that is close to this country's heart.

Although almost all people know the significance of the day I found myself one of the few falling silent at 11 o'clock.  I know that many students across campus and in their homes will have done the same but certainly not all and from where I was...not even most. In a busy atrium before my seminar I stood and remembered. Not only did I remember those that had fallen, those that had left us free and those that were loved; I - first and foremost - remembered that it was today.

I have seen a few articles regarding the Poppy and how it will be the last time they wear one; frustrated by our politicians who they feel use it as a symbol to justify Iraq, Afghanistan and Libya. Yet it is clear that something will still be done. Year on year. Remember.

I was disappointed in those around me. We may not have been the generation who lived it or the direct generation who experienced it but it is still apart of us, our families and our history. There are moments in time that I believe we should move on from but this is not one. A University of educated students forgot that today was Remembrance day. It even seemed like even the University had forgotten what the day was and what it meant; there was nothing. Only the every day.

This is a point brought to my attention though; why today? Why does it have to be on this day that we have to remember them? Shouldn't we remember them at all times?

Well; on the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month in 1918, hostilities ended. This time embodies peace and what those who we remember are being remembered for. There will be people who, everyday, will think of those they lost or were affected by the war that involved the world but Remembrance day and Remembrance Sunday bring together our nation. One minute of peace amongst those that rush by; millions setting aside their differences for a minute.

Yes this is patriotic. I talk of our nation and hark back to days of old. Yet surely to love our country as we do includes those who allow us to say that it is our country? If we cannot remember those that allowed us that future why do we deserve it?

If you disagree with what the poppy stands for that's fine. What I do not think is fine is to be so ignorant to a event which is commemorated across the globe. Which involved the world. And which should not be forgotten for the world.

Remembrance day is the day of the fallen.
At the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month, of every year.
Remember.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Untitled

Rain and wind came,
Höðr hallowed our home.

Fortresses of fire,
Bronze pyres block our way,
Pummelled to Jöðr.

Peter Rylands