Τετάρτη, 26 Μαΐου 2010

Τρίτη, 13 Απριλίου 2010

For Manos Xydous

Do not rest in peace brother-give them hellhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_kS-BorNCkhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocNG6Re3Lu0

Yin Yan (a reference)

a miniature of the universe
a cell of energy mass
eternal interaction
minute balances
how many poles are there???

    Hollow Earth
    underwater angels
    of interstellar messages

a filtering,a blend,a penetration,a factor,a catalyst,a sedimentation

The chemistry of algebra
the juggler's geometry
Katharos Logos to absurdum
Also Sprach
errare humanum est

The particles of Promethean Titanium
brought about the justification
of the eradication
of the medieval Utopians
with laser beams
an atonement for the merciful

Where exists Einstein's rapture of time
of space??
before the cock thrice crows

No man's land
land of men and women
and children

Et nunc
Quo vadis?
Ou sont nous?
A new star in the sky

We are sailing,we are sailing
floating adrift

Nunca mas?
Another of Abraham's sacrifices?
Antigone did you really become
a doe?
and where is the land
of the Tauri???

A deja-vu

I know this pain
it has grown on me
and I have become familiar with it
it's almost welcome
as it appears
cold and lingering
in my bones
once again

Like walking in snow
for hours
it's a sleepiness
I want to go deep
into a waking,dreamless trance
hoping to wake up
a lighter,happier me

Are dreams a forbidden gift?

OH MY BELOVED SLAUGHTERER!!!!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peTnXclTFrQ

Πέμπτη, 8 Απριλίου 2010

Grecia Salentina_Sicilia

I drank Imeran wine
at the foot of Mt Etna
sweet wine
sun baked on its slopes
in the rich soil
of the charred land
and I stared at the lava
flowing down
and the smoke
spiralling up
a sacrifice to the eternal blue
In Graecia Major I was not a stranger
a brother I was
I was Ulysses crossiing to Sicilia,Calabria,Apulia and Basilicata
I saw the barbarian baroque too
in the palaces of men
from the North
built and decorated
by craftsmen from the East
I trod on the traces
of campaigning troops
I saw through the living dead eyes
of the essence
of the bronze warriors
I rested at their side
spoke to them in their language
in the valley
with the progastor-a live bust
in Acragas
on the painted road
in the valley of temples
I walked with the gods under Artemis's moonlight
and among the ruins of Syvaris
I gathered fragments of my soul
with the soldiers of Croton
and the mariners of Taras

In the straits of Messina
I heard the sirens
and Scylla thrust me to Charybdis
and I saw Hephaestus
sipping wine
on Strompoli
in the Aeolic isles

I was audited
by the ear of Dionysus
in Taormina
my sweat joined that of the Athenians
in the quarry
my name is Antoni
come and join me  if you like
in Region
at the marble hayfield
Panormos bid me welcome
and I saw Empedocles
in Ortygia at Syracuse
he was eating grilled fish
with Archimedes
waiting for the Romans
and my fatherland did not hurt me
I willed to stay
till next hay
and leave again
looking for my Ithaca

on the other end of the Ionian
and the Aegean
in Miletus,Ephessus,Alicarnassus,
in Pergamus and Odessa
to the Heraclean steles

And -looking at Gorgo
in cheap souvenir shops-
a mirror I see

My loneliness a paean
to the ends of the world
I come from the borders
am going to the edges

I feel confined in my space
small and pretty it is
but I want to go
for raids with
Saracens and Numides
Japans with long sharp
and fool Charon
in the Samarkand I dream of
every night
nostos for me
it won't settle down
my desire
my thirst won't be quenched
but by waters
from new rivers
in the horizon
and that for a brief moment only
till the next sweet water

Αγω-what is the connotation?-αγος maybe?

I want to return
to drink the water of Arethusa
as she lies there in embrace with Alpheios
get my plough on the ambarri
see the bow in the hands
in the olive tree branches
of my grandmother
sitting and the porch and forgetting
and bring gifts
who for I know no longer
wine,olive oil,almonds and other fruits of the land
MY LANDhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSxkq4nEfXc

Σάββατο, 3 Απριλίου 2010

Something from a friend

Used versus Loved While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father.....with painful eyes he asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?' The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions......sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches; the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'. The next day that man committed suicide. . . Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life..... Things are to be used and people are to be loved, But the problem in today's world is that, People are used and things are loved... During this year, let's be careful to keep this thought in mind: Things are to be used, but People are to be loved ... Be yourself....This is the only day we HAVE. Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits they become character; Watch your character; it becomes your destiny. I'm glad a friend forwarded this to me as a reminder. I hope you are having a wonderful day! If you don't pass this on to anybody, nothing bad will happen; if you do, you will have ministered to someone.

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Σάββατο, 27 Μαρτίου 2010

birth of a new island


Παρασκευή, 5 Φεβρουαρίου 2010


I would like to share an experience with you,one that came vividly to me as I awoke to a marvellous starry sky.
About ten years ago I went on a trip to Southern Italy and Sicily.A long and arduous trip I must confess,by car,coach,ferry,coach,ferry,coach,long hours of riding and sleeplessness,during a hot July in both countries,in the peak of the holiday season.
Upon our arrival in Bari if I recall properly,the coach took us towards the picturesque Taormina,on a hill overlooking the sea amd with an ancient amphitheatre on the south side of the hill.We happened to be there during a baroque music rehearsal,And all I heard from my life partner was complaints of tiredness.
Later that day,on or way to our first hotel stay in Italy,we drove by Mt Etna.She was erupting,An awesome flow of lava down its northern side,a river of red hot fire.And all I got as a response to my awe at the phenomenon was "Are we there yet??"
We stayed in a hotel called Biancaneva (Snowhite),very fitting name,medieval mansion turned hotel,very comfortable,high ceilings,cast iron beds,soft matresses.In the morning,at about 5,daybreak,something called me to the balcony.A rolling olive tree covered hill we were on top,undulating softly to the sparkling blue sea of Porto Empedocles further down and the smoking volcano behind us.And I knew that ,dared I wake her to share the magic,I would have got a "but we leave at nine!!!!! ".I did not dare.
Last episode I will narrate was the Valley of the Temples.Midnight,lit by a bright full moon,the temples of reddish stone stood magnificently in the middle of the valley and I trod the ancient path among them,totally bereft of anyone to praise the beauty with.Slumbering in a concrete hotel she was.
Call me romantic.I am proud to be.Beauty in all shapes and forms must be shared,intimately at best.If you cannot share it,it is not lost forever but t does feel mutilated.
I have for many years treasured the memories,both of the beauty and of the pain.I awoke to them today,only to find myself alone on a sofa,the starry sky outside the window.
Good morning frends.