Δευτέρα 26 Απριλίου 2010
Σάββατο 17 Απριλίου 2010
Καμπάνια για την Επιστροφή των Γλυπτών του Παρθενώνα και την Επανένωση του Μνημείου
Καμπάνια για την Επιστροφή των Γλυπτών του Παρθενώνα και την Επανένωση του Μνημείου
Bring back the Parthenon Marbles.Just as the Big Ben belongs to London and the UK,they belong to Parthenon and the Acropolis,Sign this petition if you feel this is the right thing to do
Bring back the Parthenon Marbles.Just as the Big Ben belongs to London and the UK,they belong to Parthenon and the Acropolis,Sign this petition if you feel this is the right thing to do
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
N2SO4
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 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
N2SO4
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
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
blades
and fool Charon
in the Samarkand I dream of
every night
nostos for me
daily
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
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
blades
and fool Charon
in the Samarkand I dream of
every night
nostos for me
daily
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
Δευτέρα 5 Απριλίου 2010
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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