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#78 TALVI / WINTER 2025

Toimitus ja julkaisija / Editorial & publisher Päätoimitus & käännökset / Editor-in-chief & translations Petra Virtanen Avustava toimittaja / Assistant editor Tommi Musturi Taitto / Layout Väinö Sirén Kansikuva / Cover Klaudia Denisov Painos / Print-run 5 000 Kirjapaino / Printer Printall AS Mainosmyynti / Ad sales kutimagazine@gmail.com

Tässä numerossa / In this issue Lucie Lucanská, Barbora Müllerová, Barbora Satranská & Anna Vohralíková

Tšekin kulttuuriministeriö on tukenut tämän julkaisun toteuttamista. / This publication has been supported by the Ministry of Culture of the Czech Republic.

Kuti-lehteä julkaiseva Kutikuti ry on vuonna 2005 perustettu nykysarjakuvaan erikoistunut yleishyödyllinen ja taiteilijavetoinen yhdistys. Voit tilata Kuti-lehden myös kotiisi. Suomeen neljä numeroa sisältävän vuositilauksen hinta on 20 euroa, ulkomaille 26 euroa. Teet tilauksen kätevimmin kotisivuillamme osoitteessa www.kutikuti.com. Kuti-lehden seuraava numero ilmestyy maaliskuussa 2026.

ANNI KINNUNEN 6.-25.1.2026 MIKKO PAAKKONEN 30.1.-22.2.2026

JAEA CHANG 27.2.-22.3.2026

PEETU LIESINEN 27.3.-19.4.2026

EETU KEVARINMÄKI 24.4.-17.5.2026

MIKKO ÄNGESLEVÄ 22.5.-14.6.2026

AUTUMN,

A precisely exact list of attempts to forget / A house on wheels, a cart with a chimney / Inside: A light and shallow, sightless abyss of pain, longing, and yearning / Outside: wars, autumn, elections. / Last year, when I was here, I hardly went for any walks (only a few dozen meters to pick parasol mushrooms for food) because my period had just started; right after returning to Prague – boxes, moving.

LUCIE LUCANSKÁ: SYKSY, ASUNTOVAUNU /

WAGON

It seems I have just exhausted all the prescribed methods to forget you, my dear: / an LSD trip / a beautiful funeral for your socks on a meadow after the rain at sunset, where I dug a small grave and covered the mound with turf / activating a profile on a dating app / abandoning thoughts of revenge (the keys in the exhaust, scratching the motorcycle paint with a potato) / crying over finding your photo among the developed photos from the deserted island / calming knitting and a Buddhist podcast / tea. tea. coffee. tea.

There’s so much I didn’t get to say, and I probably never will. The unwanted words choke me in the throat. / A person writing an unsolicited love letter to someone who doesn’t care and who is by now probably beyond seven mountains, seven seas. / Those who stay have it harder than those who leave.

A walk around a pond. / The path interrupted by a pasture. / Firing up the stove, delight, overheated. / A spring, a chapel, I erase a tarot reading from my phone. /

Nuts stealing jays.

Nikola came over from the neighbouring cottage, with her children and a dog, asking if I could give them some matches. Sure. / I’m reading a poem by Kolmacka, about worrying for the bees that might freeze to death in the hive in winter.

What is it like in autumn, perhaps on the fjords? / I keep eating pasta with sun-dried tomatoes, I’m sure you’d make a face at it. / I’m not combing my hair as a sign of grief, - - kidding I simply just forgot. Then I send the brushed-out tufts flying in the wind. / I’m warming up my cold hands, and for a while I have no idea how you hurt me

Applewood burns poorly / I have two pairs of socks on

It’s boring and I am restless, mixed up, I have to go out, get some air / I greet the guy from the cow farm on the hill, he just looks at me without saying a thing / stork - - wild thyme / I wanted to figure out again what makes me happy but my head can’t do it, I can only recall it in my body.

Coming vs. forgetting / field paths, hollow ways, rusted little crosses / I sit and stare and do nothing, I am / hay bales / I go on being / I masturbate / I pick at my scabs / I avoid the mirror / bushes, googlemaps / I’m pushing the pram in the garden, lulling the baby to sleep. / Later I watch the same baby, putting a banana in the mouth for the first time in life.

I’m waiting alone at a small train station, the last streaks of sunset, it’s almost dark, a snake made of chestnuts on a balustrade. / In the evening I’ll get to my apartment, cut my bangs and my nails, in the morning I’ll go for a run, then to therapy, and then to work.

ANNA VOHRALÍKOVÁ: IF YOU DON’T LIFT YOUR KNEES UP HIGH, I’LL SMACK YOU ACROSS THE BACK WITH MY BATON

1 Collapse 8 Could we swap hats? The one that’s left for me is really tiny and it’s squeezing me… / There’s no way your head is that big.

1 Cheesy smile, two fingers wide! 2 She can’t be beside me, I could be her mom! 3 Make the heels higher! / Put padding! / No more chocolate! / Two fingers wide!

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Calm afternoon on a sunny day in January. I was sitting with my dog Pekka above the valley, enjoying low sun, I was drawing...

...when suddenly a fox crossed our view.

1 Magical little moment. 2 I tried to capture it, but then... 3

A shot rang out from the forest directly behind us. 2 I packed my stuff really quickly. 3 We swiftly walked down the valley. I commanded Pekka out loud, so I could be heard and recognised as a human.

1 It was no fun. Every year, there are a few people shot by accident during hunts in my country. 2 Moreover, we were not even on a forest road.

3 forest road to the valley 4 quarry 5 steep rocks

1 When we finally saw the forest road to safety... 2 ...something ran out from the forest. 3 A mother boar with a piglet.

1 Scared... 2 ...and confused. 3 They stopped at the exact same distance from the forest road as we were standing. 4 Apparently, they were afraid to cross our way as well as we didn't want to cross theirs.

1 In this second of hesitation, we looked into each other's eyes... 2 ...and saw we were pretty much the same. 3 Scared adult females taking care of smaller animals. 4 It was probably a second, but to me it felt much longer.

1 I wanted to be down to the valley as soon as possible, but they were in a bigger hurry. 2 Run, run for your life, my friends!

Run! 3 And they did. Beautiful and free, they ran to safety.

1 Now, I am sitting above the next valley drawing them, watching winter sunset and hearing distant shooting... 2 ...cuddling this wild beast sitting next to me. 3 How lucky she is!

With the same fur, four legs, the same senses and instincts... 2 ..with a body not that different from a wolf, or even a wild boar... 3 ...dogs are loved and protected, while the others... 4 Just because they've got human eyes.

BARBORA SATRANSKÁ: SLOW LEAGUE INSTITUTE

3 I used to think I was chosen.

1 Not in a religious way — more like, narratively essential. 2 They said I was a handful of possibilities. 3 They said I was a superhero.

1 And yeah — I fought monsters. Vampires. All sorts of parasites that called themselves “opportunities”. 2 And I always won. 3 And I carried hope.

1 And I saved lives. 2 And saving — that’s supposed to have a purpose, right? 3 But then something crept in. Silently, invisibly.

I mean… yeah, there had been hints. / But I was too occupied being indispensable. / Oh, my friend. The tiredness — I couldn’t fight that one.

1 They said, “Take a break.” As if that’s not how cracks start. You stop for one second, and suddenly you’re soft. 2 But yes, I napped, then fought again. And sure, I won — but my muscles wept for months. 3 And I got scared. Because who saves them if not me? People needed me.

1 But time went on. And the world kept spinning, obnoxiously ordinary, without me. 2 And maybe that’s what I was in the end. 3 Not chosen. / Not super. / Nor a hero.

1 I think I was never saving the world. I think I just never knew what else to do with my hands. 2 And now… What’s left? 3 I am going for these mental health walks.

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