POST CARD

Please address this card to yourself.
Name: a-m-a-z-e-d
Address: oi dame, oute jame. lion pio katw.

You're late (not like a rabbit). Running late.
Going to be late.
Post-pone (I know I'm an intellectual because I use the word "post" in the place of "after"):
Post-haste, post-noon, post-humous, going postal, postwards, post-a-drop-of-honey.
But I haven't posted anything yet.

No Stamps Are Required.

I've lost my black polo-neck.

Nothing new this year, or next.
Except perhaps for frequent trips to the Pharmacy.

leaving befor(e)

twra\pou irthe i wra - oh i'm not a quitter: teleuteo tsigaro me ladia ksidia, to anw ke to koufon, odos mia panw ke auti, The way upward and the way downward are the same... I am here / Or there, or elsewhere, feugontas gia mia alli megali niso, epistrofi sto va/eto, every attempt is a wholly new
division - see you soon in another cartoon
exit.

Although prepared for martyrdom, I preferred that it be postponed.

(or the ship song)

You've gotta hope that there's someone for you

As strange as you are

Who can cope with the things that you do

Without trying too hard



'Cause you can bend the truth

Till its soothing you



These things that you're wrapping all around you

You never know what they will amount to

If your life is just going on without you

It's the end of the things, you know

Here we go



You've gotta know that there's more to this world

Than what you have seen

Cause we all have a limited view

Of what it can be



As we move along

With our blinders on

Each one of us feels a little stranded

You can't explain or understand it

Each one of us on a different planet

And amidst all the ''to and fro''

Someone can say ''Hello''

Here we go



Feeling that someone really gets you

Well, its something that no one should object to

It could oday so I suggest you

Skip your habit of laying low

It's the end of the things you know

Here we go



Cause someone could say ''Hello''

You old ''So and so''

Here we go

He said: I'd like to do without words (...) What words does the sky use?


If gentlemen do not observe the rites, the rites will go to ruin

sub.

To do a play in a car one must not judge people by just one shoe, not to mention their cinematic ass or their intra-public sex life -us or them- and of course not by the demands of their wastelines. Not that they do not read, to paraphrase, or that architectural lighting is not important, that is the circling of creation, of god's gift to man [ go on ! call me s-ex-i-s-t, me the wo/man] but who can match mike nelson and nick cave together, apart from the noises of a bed, probably madein japan, and even though its pinks are stolen, the risk of the manifested playboy's not forgotten. Not back then in the days, when waiting was the thing. Where as now, the inbox is always full, and the plane always waiting. It's just us that we are eclectic. That's all. We can choose. Eyes, hands, fingers, genitals, drinks, songs, cigarettes, bars. Streets and cars and desires. E, synmplorites // Hey, (co)mariners

Thene again there's notthink alike tshea.

Relax in the cultural arts // Random acts of meaningless joy

And will you, friends, say that I sing
in ignorance, that I know nothing, yet sing? [1]
...heavy in mood to brood that I alone
work for that crowd-no furlough allowed,
longing for home,
fearing the price.[1.1]
I sterisi tou allou simainei eglismo se mia monaxia (kaki monaxia statherotitas kai autotautisis) kai katargisi tis ithikis ypervasis. [2]
To lack and pretend to have, to be empty and pretend to be full, to be tight and pretend to be liberal: hard to attain consistency.[1.2]
They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written.[3]
Sta protoselida tou erwta
O thanatos autwn pou zisan gia tin tehni /
Tin tehni tou eran [4]
Arage tha synantithoume;
I gia vlastimia i gia fili. [4.1]
The wise drink and hold their wine, but topers say
that to be drunk is to be rich for a day.
Yield men, all men, this advice:
Heaven speaks once and never twice.[1.3]
To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.[5]
...after her, who as an engineer, cut it through the author. [5.1]
Don't forget that poetry is language for its own sake.
Don't forget when different words are sanctioned, other attitudes required.[6]


[1]Pound [2]Derrida [3]Joyce [4]Skourtis [5]Benjamin [6]Kane

xana

=Dame -ki as ein' arga:
Alla pou tha eisai ti stigmi pou tha 'rthei
edw s' auto to theatro to fws; "Remember the light and believe in the light."

//Me kourazei i yperaxia. Ma ti katalavoun oi antrwpoi pou hrisimopoiun tis lexeis gia na ftwhinoun?
\PARK FAST kai psaxe gia tin
egkathidrysi tou paroxysmou [Rozanis]
tin 'euthini tou eautou mou gi auto pou den einai praxi mou i gi auto pou oute kan me afora [Levinas]'
Mid. Take The A Train
Tin efhi tis metaBenjaminikis Seferikis gorgonas, sto Berolino
tin katafasi tis emfanisi twn (dyo omookentrwn kyklwn meta mystiriwdous parekklisis) >Para
Klisi
stin epiklisi twn mythwn tis alligorias pou trefei tin Chora,Man(hat/e)an.
If
Ha! 'Ean!

Poia alla edesmata mas menoun gia to esperas, Theia?

frou-frou

Thelw na xanaxipnysw ekrinwntas peristerakia
sta prasina tis Martha Schwartz prin
ton kafe sto parko dipla
[it's not just no trains man, it's no parks this country]
enw tha treheis na prolaveis
lunch //
anjougia twn ekdilwsewn mou
commons stuff
panta heimwnas
iliou o antikatoptrismos stis emmones tou proswpou
sou - kai tipota pia na min xekina me kefalaio gramma.
Thelw na xanakousw ton psithyro tou 5
sfougari fasolada taramas
stin oneirwxi tis gefyras kai tou kleistou spitiou.


Ola afta gia ena ihnos, ena isto, mia rafi, ena ponto, ena
exw apo dw tou prwinou. An m'enuisateD

Apagwgiki Anatomia

Gia me tis lexeis, gia me tis gefseis, kleismenoi sta dwmatia tou pswmiou, me to imago tis pethamenis mas zwis na antihei ap'ta tyhera mas, me alepoudes kai kaiwn matia, stin monaxia tou nerou, stin epanallipsi tis eikonas, na prop/spatheis na diairesis tin authiparxia sou pou pote den kateihes, kai sou 'rthe hrisimi twra, sta roz, sta kitrina, sta prasina, stin grammikotita tou fort-da, kai stis peoleixias to prosklitirio.
Mia me jeines jai mia me tis alles, kopelia, stin aidw tis ypnilias kai twn kommenwn gonatwn.
Na hame kan'a tetartaki gia ton agio tis exorias mas, simatodotoumenoi apo to optiko twn allalwn...

Or

Otan to 24wro epemvenei stis vouties mou
Vriskomai sto delfinario twn kleptapodohwn tis lexeis.
I glwssa, diladi i gefsignosia, anatrepetai monaha apo tin gastrymargia.
Ki agapw to sto
mache sou.

un/gift

Den ixera pws na antimetwpisw tin oikeia poutania tis lexis, kai oute to vivlio pou me to opoio se gnwrisa katafere na afairesei tin nevrikotita, tin yperipsomeni evaisthisia. Pws allwste afou den kapnizw Gauloises kai den einai, akoma, haramata. Savvato pros Kyriaki omws ston metagraphea tou tote psahnw symparastasi. Oi filoi mou ehoun koimithei kai einai to varos asykwto:
Egw katheudw kai i kardia mou agrypnei
+
pisti exaskoumeni ston stoiho: To see, purely and simply, without name, / Without expectations, fears, or hopes, / At the edge where there is no I or not-I.



[2. to dwro or post-tea(shhhh!)
To pathos ze me tin kardia, kia mono i kardia ehei shesi me tin zwi kai ton kindyno tis. Ohi i nomothetimeni apo tis apagoreysis noimosyni....Ti noima tha eihan o erwtas kai i omorfia, an den mporousan na xekanoun ton anthrwpo.
]

//staying up late hoping to shift from green;

death/bed

but if i'm dying
could you please come over
for
my dry lips
my eyes and ears already through lake-river-puddle-bucket (twice i dreamed last night of the 'achille's', formely known something else, drowning, my legs numb numb, tired of the name that rules your life, i
no
more)
// the voice and the kiss die last,
if you may.

Ekei epistrefw afou i epistimi den ehei vrei to ipio anholytiko, diladi here

I would bathe myself in strangeness:
These comforts heaped upon me, smother me!
I burn, I scaldso for the new,
New friends, new faces,
Places!
Oh to be out of this,
This that is all I wanted
-save the new.
And you,
Love, you the much, the more desired!
Do I not loathe all walls, streets, stones,
All mire, mist, all fog,
All ways of traffic?
You, I would have flow over me like water,
Oh , nut
far out of this!
Grass, and low fields, and hills,
And sun,
Oh, sun enough!
Out and alone, among some
Alien people!



Aye we will // but what
to who are you shouting
and for-

O terrible names of the spirits. This is my last time. I cannot return here again.

D/amazing post (Homage to you two of SUNDAY)

Small talk comes from small bones


Pseudo-coilision me ton Pound anemothoraka kai ton agkwna engraphon svistiri sta van tou fournou. As en kala ta pothkia mas, afou o nous ehathin,and in all my mind / Not even a child's wit can I find / Such in her presence I become / Surely some kindness should start up / In her sight of such plight. na menei kai i entopia mas sofia dipla pou tin Sophia tou 23. Post-Cypriot. I cyprus post. Meta tin phwni, sta dexia mas, 1:29+kati psila, apo tin 14 anatoliki kai 60th street, sta 130 hronia tou Winston,[ZEI] diava-zei etsi gymnos o selidodeiktis, hwris tragoudi, ap' ta vivlia me ta pente asterakia:

While our fates twine together, sate we our eyes with love;
For long night comes upon you
and a day when no day returns.
Let the gods lay chains upon us
so that no day shall unbind them.

Fool who would set a term to love's madness,
For the sun shall drive with black horses,
earth shall bring wheat from barley,
The flood shall move towards the fountain
Ere love know moderations,
The fish shall swim in dry streams.

No, now while it may be, let not the fruit of life cease.

Dry wreathes drop their petals,
their stalks are woven in baskets,
To day we take the great breath of lovers.
to morrow fate shuts us in.

Thouh you give all your kisses
you give but a few.


Kai pio panw, 537:12
san dwro, gift, to apogevma tis fasarias, dwsmeno meta ta pota mias tetartis:
Eyes are the guides of love

Apenanti, st' aristera i Kypros. Na, des! To Idalia
+
ta mnemosyna tis niotis pou egkainiazei o erastis tis Phrosous, a!

You, sometimes, will lament a lost friend
For it is a custom:
This care for past men





All things are given over, / Only the restless will / Surges amid the stars / Seeking new moods of life / New permutations...

Would you like to go to

death with
me:

, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane. Fine feelplay we had of it mid the kissabetts...

...and making her love with his stuffstuff inthe languish of flowers and feeling to find was she mushymushy, and wasn't that very both of them, the saucicissters, a drahereen o machree!, and (peep!) meeting waters most improper (peepette!) ballround the garden, trickle trickle trickle triss, please, miman, may I go flirting? farmers gone with a groom and how they used her, mused her, licksed her and cuddled. I differ with ye! Are you sure of yourself now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not and you're another. And Lully holding their breach of peaxe for them. Pool loll Lolly! To give and to take1 And to forgo the pasht! And all will be forgotten! Ah ho! It was too bad to be falling about her kindness pet and the shape of OOOOOOOO Ourang's time. Well all right, Lelly. And shakeahand. And schenksumore. For Craig sake. Be it suck.
Well?

*i/psi
low

Well, even should not the framing of such figments in the evidential order bring th etruth to light as fortuitously as a dim seer's setting of a starchart might (heaven helping it!) uncover the nakedness of an unknown body in the fields of blue or as forehearingly as the sibspeeches of all mankind have foliated (earth seezing them!) from the root of some funner's stotter all the soundest sense to be found immense our special mentalists now holds (securus iudicat orbis terrarum) that by such playing possum our hagious curious encestor bestly saved his brush with his posterity, you, charming coparcenors, us, heirs of his tailsie.

FW, 96:11-35


e, pws alli/ws(x2) tetoi
a?

hyperivher]e

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)— though some savants make earth include the sky; and blue so far above us comes so high, it only gives our wish for blue a whet.
τo σμικρoν eκληπτeον wς eπi πaντα
καi διa πaντων aνεμποδiστως χωροuν
καi eνεργοuν καi διϊκνοuμενον aχρι
μερισμοu ψυχhς καi σvματος,
aρμoν τε καi μυελvν καi eννοιwν καρδiας,
μaλλον δe τwν oντων aπaντων
mlllnnddddttnERASEaponton
imerororologwwwayadu
yudaSVISTIRIdixtismaspera
WHY make so much of fragmentary blue in here and there a bird, or butterfly, or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,when heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
the giver of presents is tomorrows gone, the dreamy snap of fingers and it's ghost, the ghostly gone of presents and its giver, of dream is given, of dream is taken, of dream is gone
Τo δe ταuτoν uπερουσiως aiδιον,
aτρεπτον, aφ΄ eαυτοu μeνον, aεi
κατa τa αuτa καi wσαuτως eχον,
πaσιν wσαuτως παρwν καi αuτo καθ΄
eαυτo eφ΄ αυτοu σταθερwς καi aχρaντως
eν τοiς καλλiστοις πeρασι τhς iπερουσiου ταuτoτητος iδρυμeνον a language of which they are absolute lords, and which is proper to the popular commonwealths and monarchical states; a language whereby the people may fix the meaning of the laws by which the nobles as well as the plebs are bound

[afrost.ypseudodionysiançommodiusvicusofrecirculationειςτουςαιωναςτων

Words, what are they? One tear will say more than all of them.

Schubert.Or Blanchot: Always returning upon the paths of time, we are neither ahead nor behind: late is early, near is far. Giati zwi einai oi alloi kai zwi einai otan oi alloi s' akoumpan ki otan gyrnoun pros esena kai ta swmata ton anthrwpwn. Cheimwnas.

What happens between two, and between all the "two's" one likes, such as life and death, can only maintain itself with some ghost, can only talk with or about some ghost. So it would be necessary to learn spirits. xviii, 1994

Ay, already the somber oppacities of the gloom are spanished! Brave footsore Haun! Work on your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye! The silent cock shall crow ata last. The west shall shake the east awake. Walk while ye have the night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer, morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep. Amain.





Never disappointed, not for lack of disappointment, but because disappointment's always being insufficient. Maurice Blanchot, The writing of the disaster, p.4, 1995

Untill the end of the world

J43, 5: The immagination, that queen of the faculties
J43, 7: Enduring fame is promised only to those writers who can offer to successive generations a nourishment constantly renewed; for every generation arrives on the scene with its own particular hunger

Etsi klaiw jai trww gia thkio. Sorry-
I have lost my humour (W)here, instead of the clock, the eyes indicate the hours M3a, 2: Flanerie through the bill of fare

and [U2] were acting like it was the end of the world

...thank you babe[nick
os]This work has to develop to the highest degree the art of citing without quotation marks. Its theory is that of the montage.//p.458, 1999.
D1a, 7: The streets have such gradiations of gray...
-men mou mitsokamas/eisai athropos esou na mou theleis
hartw-man



[e, eimai o gerimos.
No. 017407 Kind of Blue

WHAT CAN BE DONE IN THE ABYSS BUT TO TALK victor hugo

decaf.-

19 sto patwma
to thymo sou ki an thelw /
monaha to fili sou pethymw
hwris teleies
dyskola metafrazete to that still sobbing place


episis se fotografia to nero kai to 13% kai to psesino
10.5%

kal'
i
nyhta // t' asterakia hamw

skepsis, or: writing what i bloody well want to

“the poem dreams of being written without the pronoun ‘I’.” - Harper

The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.

Daedalus’s epical form. Pound always strived for epic. From the self, to the others.

“the poem is a space” - Sacks

These are the years and the walls and the door
that shut on a boy that pats the floor
to feel if the world is there and flat.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances joyfully down the ward
into the parting seas of board
past the staring sailor
that shakes his watch
that tells the time
of the poet, the man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.

Pound’s space. As described by E. Bishop. From talkative, to cruel to tedious to wretched, as Pound shifts, so does the space, and so does the world, from round to flat.

“poetry negotiates the edges” - Sacks

But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing Heaven and earth together

So man cried, but with God’s voice.
And God bled, but with man’s blood.
…
The agony did not diminish.
Man could not be man nor God God
The agony
Grew.
Crow
Grinned
Crying: ‘This is my Creation’

Crow negotiates the edges.

sing willow, green willow, oh willow!

She read, she said, we drunk, i ate, he did not shave, i read:
In November, for September's nights // at least

Penis erectus non habet conscientiam

"A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory" John Keats

Na trws ahladomila kathws agorazeis elies mes to xydi, na eheis skisei ta heili sou sta nyhia tis kai na einai sto patwma o Cheimwnas ki ap'e xw i metamfiesi tou heimwna, enw afineis tin myrwdia tou ilioloustou kafe sta dwmatia me ta gyalina mpimpelo tou mesopolemou kai ta lefka fanelakia. Pethymwntas ton Shake-speare [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason:
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
] ehw ton idrwta stis mashales arwma sta mallia twn polewn. Ki as hathei gia panta i epohi twn grammatosimwn - tha epikoinwnw mazi sou me exatmismena dakrya,
entopias kai apoikiakis paragwgis thymitaria kai portierides.

"Pws pernas?"

B-612

Diladi [V]
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years-
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres-
Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new begining, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotions. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, ha already been disovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom we cannot
hope
To emulate -but there is no competition-
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under
conditions
That seem unpropitious. But neither gain nor loss.
For us there is only the trying. The rest is not our business

I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ROSE(full/stop)

Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment

Afto, afto na grapseis stous toixous toutous, kathws me zesto panteloni kai hameni akoi, me tin orasi sterimeni tou ti/pota, amethystoi, fylame tin enohopoiimeni ypnilia kai tin ypenthymisi tou asteroidous twn epikefalidwn tou 1909, tou 1920, tou 1944.

Merci A-gape mou

Then again post-txt, may
b just
for now
here

Epistaxi

Pai/zw (i pe-hwris to 'n' ma skandalothirikos ekei, here christo- zw) still akoma mes to chaos twn vivliwn. Me tin vrohi kai tin skoni, ton aera kai tin anpnoi sou. Xeskonizw ton Imero kai Klinopali (me iwta) pou mou thymizoun oi grafes, oi engraphes, ta simadia, ta stigmata, to pharmakon:
...opois mporei na ginei airesi me to pathos tou, ayto akrivws to dikaiwma diekdikei. Tin anarhia tis mi anagwgis. Kai i dynamiki exodos apo tin taxi tou eidous, pou apotolma o imeros, dei einai para mia viaii apostasi apo ta katasiha tis anagwgis.
To eidos epidehetai exigiseis. To atomo omws ohi. To prwto einai i panishyri kai tyfli anagkaiotita. To deftero mia eklampsi tis tyhis. Kai to pathos mas gia to thayma i to skandalo tis atomikotitas einai kammia fora toso sfodro, wste tou afierwnomaste me apognwsi. Prokeitai gia mia afosiwsi pou den ehei na kanei me eirinikes sheseis - ousiastika synepagetai tin eleyftheria tou erasti na vaptistei sto mesa tou skoteino fws, wthwntas ta aisthimata ws to apolyto
//pafsi telefonou
To egw einai i lysi apelpisias pou epinoise i merikotita. Eimai egw - omoiws me olous kai diaforetikos apo tous pantes. Ara tipota den me stegazei. Oute kan i ousia anthrwpos, pou, epidi katehei tin ishy, den ehei proswpo alla daimoniki proswpida. O erwtas tha eihe asfaleis synepeies mono an aforouse sto arren kai sto thyli en genei. Apo tin stigmi omws pou enwnei atoma, i katastrofi einai anapodrasti. Den yparhei perasma apo to kath' ekaston sto eidos.

Kai palioimerologitika syn/plirwnei me ton arithmo perasmenwn ilikiwn, me JOY(ce):

Kalytera na peraseis tharallea ston allo kosmo, otan eisai sto apogeio enos pathous, para na svineis kai na marainesai thlivera me ta hronia.

Dublin(')Nico
(')si
a
?/!

pou ws pou? (pentzikis + psixaris)

simera
pou eperimena to leoforio to 12 (beeston je university campus)
pou en irte potte -
pou-thena! ws
pou je epiasa to 35 (bullwell)
pou na men to epianna
(12 je 35 en 47 par epiptontws)
je irte mou (demetri) o pentzikis
pou sou elalousa
pou na men mou erketoun

(pou na ton eftanen!)

ma, theleis na peis - pws?

apogeuma, me to krasi ap'to epses, saxtouris:
Κόκκινο φεγγάρι
ούρλιαζε δεμένο
σα σφαγμένο βόδι
(...)
και το φεγγάρι είναι ένα πράσινο φανάρι
γεμάτο οινόπνευμα...

ystera, kafes pikros, sta skalopatia, me (ton) seferi ke (ton) darrell:
There was a young lady called Bright (Φωτεινή)
who ran much faster than light
so that, instead of coming she went!

meta (ke otan) manos loizos/empeirikos:
Ε- Τι είναι το κόκκινο χρώμα;
'Ενα χαστούκι από παπαρούνες.
Ε-Τι είναι η ποίηση;
Συνουσία επ' άπειρον.

Prepei kapoios na milisei gia ta solo caffeinis kai ta heimwniatika tsigara, gia ta treia dwmatia kai ta efta shots, prepei kapois na milisei diladi na diavasei diladi na grapsei gia ton heimwna tou apogevmatos kai ta idrwmena deipna mas, prepei kapoios na afisei na eishorisoun diladina ekreysoun oi fysalides kai oi paranyhides pou mas perivalloun gia na men mas parei o thkiaolos jai na mas sikwsei oulous da
me
sa
da, akoute re
///dadadadadada
Apousiazei oi poiesi kai zei oi kathimerinotita mas poietika me monadiko antihtypo ton ponokefalo kai to hamogelo. Den mporw pia na gyrizw pisw sta vivlia kai na milw se trito enoiko.
please open the curtains

Un-metaphorically dialdi entos kai ohi enanti
a kai onomastika. We have the kane, that is the stick. Gimme a carrot!

You've seen too many films, you've read too many plays
Temp(.) it (k)now

*Grafw esti oligolekta kai thravsmatika, sto kryo tou noemvri, another untitled, notes twn daktylwn, mehri ton dekemvri kai tin elpida pou trefw. Empros tis hwras oi lymenoi.... Xorkizw kai orkizomai etsi sto an/hohoho/s mou.

An to simera xekina apo to htes, tote tha kratisw to agrio vlemma sou kai ta dakrya mas, ta salia mas stin apousia sou, kai tin ypovathmismeni thesi tis caffeinis stin therapia tis maniokatathlipsis kai tis melan/holias.
Elpizw
xana
+
Efharistw tin hari ki apologoume lypimenos pou kratisa tous karpous sou.

Wish you were and then again may
-w mai, my!-
be here

And even, rightly so, the morning messenger refuses the part, as well as the role of the educator, now post-Benjaminianly where is the translator to be found?
In case, pou lalei jai o Kwstis o arfos mou of earthquake fire or flood.

"YES, YES"

11:48 com/plex-i-on | To symplegma twn 11:48

Prolamvanwnontas to pisogyrisma, to klosma, zevgari + crowd, koino, stuck in the middle with you, mouhrwnontas to roz mias enarktirias vdomadas metrias alkoolis, ypermegethwn dakrywn -an einai pote dynaton post-p(i)m/ply- ximerwmatwn kai apogevmatwn, deipnwn kai xypniwn, tis myrwdias tou patrikou fthinoporou kai tou freskou vivliou, prwto mina hwris tu, yet again footnoted, appendixed i teleti tou unpasteurised sta matia, sta myala and at our so(u)les, blobing bobing blogs, passengers tou enaeriou patimatos kai tou anisihou protovgaltou potiriou, tis vrohis, tou kryou kai tou kouvalitou simulacrum iliou, m' ompreles ma kai hwris, palio-mariners, e symplwrites, 11
Arnoume tin teleia,
Kai epitrepw ston tono na paei diakopes me ta delfinia.
As mou epistrafei i osfrisi tou pollaplou kai to iwdio tou opa/u
s
hhhhhhhhh

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,

selida evrethin kommeni mes to vivlio

Kino to lipsano pou fitepses ston kipo sou ton allo xrono,
arxise na vlasteni; Pes mou, th' anthisi efeto;

come, that I may
kiss you my
little
dark hair
turn off the
fireglows
that my heart
has

come to the
window girl
of glass
that I may watch
thy semolina face

ela sto parathiri
xrisomallousa mou
akousa pou traoudas
hava xaroumeno

Epistrophe (neither Theloniusly, nor Haroldly)

kalo/ston D(errida).
extes to piato mou itan psomi - en o iasonas pou to epathen touto, oksa o odysseas?
there was nothing epic about it... nomizw. fisika, opws eipa jai prin, enna grafoun yia mas. yia ta tirka, ta 3.41's, tes hobless mbires jai to koloxarto mas. as ton brecht me to epic theatro, as ton omiro, extes itan alithino epic-ness. or am i confusing it with decadence?

yesterday, i tapdanced and stuck my foot in a mop bucket. i experienced intellectual cluelessness. OH my God!! You Tooo???

Jai simera, kamnw mian Benjaminiki praksi.
unpacking the library.

ase, enna kamw dialima. enna paw na faw tes shokolates mou. Grazie Mille dem. e'nartw se lio yia na kamw sanouits.

so you don't like all the aphorisms? that's alright, I don't like all of you.

Piliko

Min spatalas tin pnoi pou sou harise / touti i anasa

G. Seferis 'Therino Iliostasi'

mat(i-A)O-!-theu/o [D/Tanke x2] OR 69 c-d

(...)to meta touto thniton swma afti perietorneysan ohima te pan to swma edosan allo te eidos en aytw psyches proswdokomoun to thniton, deina kai anagkai en eaytw pathimata ehon, prwton men idonin, megiston kakou delear, epeita lypas, agathwn fygas, eti d' aytou tharros kai fovon, afrone symvoulw, elpida d' eyparagwgon, aisthisei de alogwkai epiheiriti pantos erwti sygkekerasmenoi tayta, anagkaiws to thniton genos synethesan.(...)isthmon kai oron dioikodomisantes tis te kefali kai tou stithous, ayhena metaxy tithentes, in eie chwris.

Doxa
Zw
Se Plus
Ti
Mou // E aMMA P(O)IA
je gio

OR

Arsenberg: Permanently in space that is anywhere here
While I am I,
I am temporarily
Always now. (+) Is it possible to use for the thing the image which may not completely describe the thing?


While you are @ IT go, google
Etant Donnes, 1946-66

af'eterou'ierosi/e je si

gia: 'To parelthon eine to paron tis mnimis'

This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
This is how the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper

vges kai litrwsou/ na mia gelia prostaxtiki/
sto Asinexo
sto ipogeio tis glwssas i laleousa mavri aithali.
...

and live the space of a door
that open and shuts

monos me tous monous- kiniromai stin apousia mas
san ta moutra sou alla san na to ixeres (gia) panta
ston kolo tous repani,
anemos stis vrakes mas ke lexeis sta xartia mas
(menei o galazofwtos mistikismos tis texnologias)
exit with a smile upon your face

Ki an tosa hronia perpatisame mazi / Ton teleftaio dromo tha ton kanw monos

I know this feeling - to +aisthima. Gyrizw allwste ta bar, den m' afinei na koimithw o nick cave, ta krina, i kinisi sou entos mou. I have caused it and more often, I have received it. Again, and again, and again. Ki omws liga pramata mporw na grapsw gia touto. Mono gia mena liga. Poia diladi i axia tis epikyrosis otan to prwi to sverko mou krywnei? O kafes giati na mila monos kai na min ton kalyptei to fili? Pros ti - afou anisiha dianyeis milia- i afxomiewsi ton kradasmon? Tha mou peis ti to afises, se eihe proeisopoiisi. Den ftes esy glykia mou. Aghape mou - kai eihe hronia na akousw tin lexi, perissotera akoma na tin proferw stous dromous. Hwris na afinw kena. Pafseis. Distagmoi. Just a minute. Den ftes esy - den milame edw gia fteximo. Kyriaki imera kai motto xana ergasia kai hara. Ha! Den ehw tin energeia na asholithw me tous typous. Oute me tin graphe. Hreiazome apot o prwi na milisw se kapoion. Na deixw ta dakrya mou se kapoion pou tha hamogela, kai etsi na ta hasw. Afinwntas ne hythei to spasimo, to thravsma - to mono thravsma pou misw, to thravsma tis aghapis. Thymame mia nyhta pou 'hes pei...kai pote den thelisa na se pistepsw. Se polemisa 2 hronia, epesa, me sikwses, kai na me xana. Ma hanw pia tin pisti, tin elpida. Prwi. [Den eimai methysemnos.] Anakalw stin mnimi ta kallesmata, to gegonos diladi tis anagnwrisis mesw tis ana/gnwsis tou thoryvou, tis auras tou pou dia. Pou dinei. Pou mou dia kai mou dinei, thee mou, oti apemeine ap' tin eftyhia. Mohtho kai syntrivi. Epistrefomena poiimata. Anases pou zitoun apozimiwsi. Hamogelw me sfiximo dimosia kai oiko/geniakos anagnwrizomai. Hwris na zw. You want to be let in? Where? Do you know waht it means cause pain? Not just receive it - cause it. And to none other than you, yourself. You say, ppl, I am too nice. Not least because I am a defeated man. Apaisiodoxia. Diladi kakis aisthitikis gnwmi. Mporw panta na fevgw ap' tin pisw porta ton lexewn. Metaxy twn matiwn kai tis pisw portas omws kaneis den xerei ti yparhei. Mallon xerw - oti edw ftynw- to ihnos tis katastrofis pou se epistrefei mia zwi orizwntiws na ygaineis ta magoula sou. Kathe mia mia nea arche, kathe mia mia nea syntrivi. Ston kryo ilio tou londinou i epigramatiki prosfora. To parellthon einai to paron tis mnimis, kai gw ekana, i have been, always already, a mnemosyn/e|o. Kai epeidi eheis mathei, pikra, ton dromo, twra pia, kai i hronikotita den paizei ligostoi mou filoi rolo oso ki an einai i aitiotita, mporeis, mporw na ton kanw monos. Tha prospathisw. I fwni edw telegraphika [END]

paei

Te Lefkosia

Tha thela na 'moun emvatirio pou paei pera dwthe synodeia tou demarchou kai tou kourasmenou dexiou psalti.
Tha thela na 'moun pisw meria vasanismenou eikonismatos.
Tha thela na 'moun blister ston Stavro tis Psokas.
Christougeniatiko stolidi ton Oktwvri.
Vregmeni simaia ethnikis epeteiou.
You know all the thinks you 've seen before or they 've told you about but
still
when they come around you are
suprised basicaly
I wanted to be with u 2nite
aghape mou: A giving which gives only its gift, but in the giving holds itself back and withdraws, such a giving we call a sending... [1]





[1]Martin Heidegger, if it's of any importance.

to those about to sink into the plate of long walks in the morning rain or take another step into the lake where the lady of sorrows or her solitudes

Is this going somewhere?
Into the garden.
Into the backyard.
We're walking down the driveway.
Are we moving towards....
We're in the backyard.
...some transcendental moment?
It's almost light. That's right. That's it.
Are we moving towards some transcendental moment?
That's right. That's it.
Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?

and on top,
in between,
and bemyth,
where the ear slips into
thinking you were
here
where the eye drifts from
the obituary column

Cause he's high on potato and tulip wine fermented in the muddy rain of course a drunken wail, a drunken train blew through the birdless trees oh, you're alone alright, you're alone alright how did I know? How did I know? Don't go into that barn, yeah I said, don't go into that barn, yeah

for things (not) already (not) mentioned:

-que voulez-vous?
-I beg your pardon?
-que voulez-vous?
-Ah que voulez-vous. Exactly.

la parole volee- speech is always stolen, always stolen because always open, we: potential(ly) chaotic, organic, eventual - always in-dividual en-divided - beings (shift + B) for Beings.
kipros nisos methis, alexandra oi radiohead pezoun to creep live (cf. November 27th 2003, Earls Court, London) je kathw to pezoun pisw ana-grafei 'FOREVER' je meta ksana sto telos tis sinavlias ks-ana-grafei to.
beckett, schlegel, fichte, schleirmacher (jester), t.s. t.s. t.s. ennen gia lloou mas -
dem+al en-joy (new) division

di/agwnisnmos

Ki an kratw tin tequila sto poukamiso kai to fili, fevgalaio, sto stoma, me tin epikeimeni afxisi tis periferias kai to kathiorismeno txt stis files-voithous, hwris psarosoupa, kia na s' agapw ki an se latrevw allo toso, mana mou to stithos mou ponei, kai den ftanei i kanella, oute ki o pimp, akata/hnwta, dioti everyman evryway, kai egw something something man something something woman. Not at all a prince am. Probably he can have: oh! fuck(it).
njoy.-i provide sub
pli
(e)s
.

who's fastest

o eek a mouse jai i astinomia pasin telia mazi. idika meta 90 lires pota. 90? skata. 140? o panos en mas lalei epidi lipate mas.
o kontos en emphanistiken popse. ahh lathos mou, emphanistiken alla efien gliora o malakas, meta pou mia stella. distixos, en ton misw, jai panta enna perimenw ton godot (sans dj, con dj, starchithkia mou pleon). ta ipoonoumena sti methisi, i kouventes tis methisis, ta traouthkia tis methisis, en panta T (not F). o york arniete na traouthisi to creep se sinavlia, jai gw skeftome ton conrad, mistah kurtz, he dead, opws ton eliot, we are the hollow men and the middle word of life is Kipling's if. you dont believe it? i have raised my middle finger three times tonight, jai pale rwtw, 'nobody'? kanenas, opos panta opos panta, opos kati mavroaspres arkoudes stin kina (ABC, as easy as..) jai na mou lalei oi oi en malakies pou laleis otan girw mou o kosmos dixnei mou tin alithkia (T [no tarts, just T's]). anesiodoksia laloun mou merikoi. to london, to oxford, to new york fucking new york, kai to new haven. me 4 slices portokali (ah nai jai tequila, alla eteliwsamen tin jose cuevo - oi omws tin black bush, an jai to black forest efaen to kapios pou en trwei shokolates) psefto ivrame ta oneira jai tin alithkia. tin aisiodoksia? alli fora..

oneira glyka. nai nai kserw to. enikises. alla perimenw to venison (dried and cured) prin sou agorasw to sfinaki... dimitraki..

Fool:Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.

La la laa la la-la-la-laaa
La la laa la la-la-la-laaa
(beebeebim, beebeebim, beebeebim, beebeebim)

[someone else will clean it up
someone always does]

pale mesimeri, jai pale xtipa to tilefono. "apla epiasa epidiiii.."
oi erwtevmenoi gattoi ourliazoun me ton xotza.

wste medium re christo. E.. epomeni erwtisi, areskou sou ta arkoudakia?

sastera je girasin

We could navigate our position by the stars
But they’ve taken out the stars
The stars have all gone
I’m glad you’ve come along
We could comprehend our condition by the moon
But they’ve ordered the moon not to shine
Still, I’m glad you’ve come along

nick cave and seferis in translation, Jena ab-solute: orpheus and evridice -
skoteiniastika ki oute pou mporesa
n'arthwsw kali-mou leipeis-nixta

e re alexandra kserw gw? ime tipote me(n)dium?

"It's only fools and charlatans who know everything and understand everything"

"When someone spends the fewest number of motions on a given action, that is grace"
In between the acts, we will be returning to Tom Waits in the morning -since you have denied your kisses to me, and I talk in strange languages of koans, off remembered words: catafalque of Korsakoff, and others I haven't kept (am) note- to another pair of eyes who says 'I'm in you', me fresko kapno to apomesimero kai pezodromio stis esso fternes, we will, yes we will, be contemplating the smile of an Invitation to the Blues (unmarked / non-named). And yet, yes, again, we recognise -I recognise- the consuming 'little smell of brandy', which, under the eucalyptus was called [elle]: "Either it is a remnant of something 'degenerating', something which was once immense, or it is a particle of what will in the future develop into something immense, but at the present it is unsatisfying, it gives much less than one expects"
"Disatisfaction with oneself is the fundamental quality of every true talent"

What could have been read while waiting, in a car, let's say, outside a bakery. Enan Fournon.

10 - re/member

To ombion, to caring, to 2or3 things

2xLeffe Brunes
3xMaredsus 10
12xTequila shots with orange and cinnamon
4xBlack Bush with two ice-cubes
1xCarlsberg
1xHoegaarden
1xSol
1xPilsner
2xalcoholic milko/toffee cream [em, am, sorry!]
2xBellybusters
+
Water -lots of it!
Gauloises Brunes Blanc - pronounced wright!
Old Holborn Yellow
Davidoff Danish Mixture
Families, friends, flirts, lovers, livers, lives, poetry, pregnancy, passion, mags, music, (wo)men
!

dive off Cave into Pinter? mborei. crossing these fingers.
so at our semi-anonymic semi-eponymic hangout we find ourselves strangely paranoid but always always intuitive and post-chromatic.

The English are so nice
so awfully nice
they're the nicest people in the world.

And what's more, they're nice about being nice
about your being nice as well!
If you're not nice, they soon make you feel it.

Americans and French and Germans and so on
they're all very well
but they're not really nice, you know.
They're not nice in our sense of the word, are they now?

That's why one doesn't have to take them seriously,
We must be nice to them, of course,
of course, naturally.
But it doesn't really matter what you say to them,
they don't really understand -
you can say anything to them:
be nice, you know, just nice -
but you must never take them seriously, they wouldn't understand,
just be nice, you know! Oh, fairly nice,
not too nice of course, they take advantage -
but nice enough, just nice enough
to let them feel they're not quite as nice as they might be.

D.H. Lawrence

NB \Nice\, a. [Compar. Nicer; superl. Nicest.] [OE., foolish, fr. OF. nice ignorant, fool, fr. L. nescius ignorant; ne not + scius knowing, scire to know. perhaps influenced by E. nesh delicate, soft. See No, and Science.] 1. Foolish; silly; simple; ignorant; also, weak; effeminate. [Obs.] --Gower.

re christo, enta size fanella foris?

-mia monadiki typissa

Present

Infected by the air whereon they ride with bleeding necks kai tremamena here, with air, beats, oranges and cinnamon, prwta pojei, meta poda, wishing for lines, for paragraphs, for books, male and/or female, even now within their homecoming, within the paranoia that the social feeds, confused sexes, going backwards to go [w]here, because things do end up shit yet not always in-between, or on, the sheets, and we know that, yes I know that, with a wish, as if, gamwto shisto mou!, and to say we do not drink, we do, we do, and sometimes we even look at the bright side of life, albeit through the backroom bar, and still, still, via an empty glass, imagery for words and words for the imagery of our skull's guts, our chest's logic, us, non-focused, who like people too much, My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight and people like us too much, while they game plays and leave us at the station, with famous raincoats and gifts as books, The flighty purpose never is o'ertook / Unless the deed go with it.
Simera exanakopika aristera, xanalerwsa to lefko fanellaki aristera, kai epimenw na psahnw to stripsimo aristera, pou en ixerw oute gw, and untill what always already, inheriting, us, in the absence of friends, the custom, remains unfinished, never comes, in pub. houses nevertheless, alli mia fora, once more, patience. Ypo/Menw And damned be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'

When shall we [three] meet again? / In thunder, lighting or in rain? // When the hurly-burly's done, / When the battle's lost and won.

In that order,

Gin and Perrier and the ambiguity of a Tom Waits line

Or of wanting it? There would then be cruelty without anyone having been cruel. No crime, no possible incrimination or recrimination, no judgement, no right. Cruelty there is. Cruelty there will have been, before any personal figure, before "cruel" will have become an attribute, still less anyone's fault.
Without allibi? No "crime wihout a suspision of cruelty", really?
[B]etween, on the one hand, the murder that consists in killing the other, in him-or herself or in oneself, and, on the other hand, what is commonly called suicide, or the crime against oneself.
- Am I somehow to blame for this impossibility (...)?
- No, of course not, it's in the language. You inherit it.
- Yes I am, on the contrary; look what I am doing with this inheritance. I'm betraying the truth.
- Is the allibi still avoidable? Is it not already too late? [1]

Shall I, am, again?
Two death - and to stop loving and being lovable,
That is the real death, The other is little beside it. [2]

[1] J. Derrida, 'Psychoanalysis Searches'
[2] Ezra Pound 'Impressions of Francois-Marie Arouet (De Voltaire)'

not quite an elegy, but you're not dead yet

always post-pitta, the-day-after, early hours of the am (and by early i mean on a scale of 1 to 11) the phones ring and the hangover doesn't know which dem to curse first.

but the banamanas, blue frappes and "walking a lot as planned" (NB parking [w]here?) makes floundering in confusions and enikseros, enkatalavos not quite as bad. some people hop bars, some people hop countries, others hop hospitals trying to find cheesy people in their pockets. the rest of us are left in the middle [of the street], disorientated by the bright lights saying only i need to go home .

"men thoris tous kypreous, men tous thoris" "pou en to ttrrolleeii?" jai eksigate mou re intalos antexeste tous egglezous with their "do you have any MEAT?", valentines celebrations, Mister and Missus, in India we covered ourselves in vix, put on the humidifier, drank tea and didn't give a toss about the 50 degree celsius weather, what ho! the natives are a little slow, but well meaning, god bless the queen and a jolly good show, turning lobster red in the saintly napa sun.
(E- almost as bad as wearing socks with your birks).

mass of christ in paris, ombion party number 3?

Love, love, love,
Love, love, love,
Love, love, love,
Dooby dooby doo,
All you need is love,
Dooby dooby doo,
All you need is love, love
Or, failing that, alcohol.

Variation on a Lennon and McCartney Song, by none other, than Wendy Cope.

Editions Nocturnes / My Turn

Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is Paradise
(...)
Let those I love try to forgive
what I have made

A good meal can somewhat repair / the eatings of slight love am, idi, already, panta, always, stin veranda prin enw twra, meta-derridiana And as usual feel rather sad(if/an) stuck in the middle with you kali mou fili, who "is on my side of the argument" enw egw tin vlepw kathe toso, al poco giorno / ed al gran cerchio d' ombraI think of all that has been said / About this faint desire ki akoume black rider kai den thymomaste an telika aftoktonisame ekeini tin mera, oute egw, oute afti, oute ekini tin mera, when they fuck you up - enw pas akoma kai trws mazi tous - and they break you and you break up, you smash your smashed mashed up self, only to iron it later, to re-member it Or mend our broken halves and promise that you will change, turn unforgetable since You are the author not the actor, at least that's how it cm, remembering also her who was giving me head on the unmade bed after she stood in my way, and even without bananas, or a poet, even though our rescue remedy, to comfort and reasure, is worth more Pound(s), parapanw TSElinia, she said, over tea and a flame box of matches, before she called, she spoke rather of Faith, Pistis-Elpis-Agapi, faith 'Nothing, like something, happens anywhere'
that things will work out in the end ...only see, through stailing tears / A quickly-spawning doubts
and of xmas lisbon and cats
in paris, with censorship
Clarity I have had sometimes,
I cannot make it flow thru.
A little light, like a rushlight
to lead back to splendour
of future dinner
parties and
deserts (and life saving honey)

Around, the night drops swiftly down / Its veils; does not condemn / O r praise the different actions done. / The hour that strikes across the town / Caresses all and injures none / As sleep approaches then

Psahnwntas na onomatisw to 'alt+Q', to 'backspace', meta-Freudiaka...

Oi nyhtes einai oi pio dyskoles. Me dyo stihous, ena tragoudi ki treia oneira ta kokkina vivlia mou anoigw gia na dw tin frasi "Oti ma dothike, kala mas dothike." kai na hamogelasw sto psema tou "My philosophy is: Every day is a different day.", na dakrysw sto "There is no solution because there is no problem" kai na piw stin ygeia (sou) pera apo asteria ki oroskopous, makria apo to new moon kai to skotadi, xyrizwntas to proswpo stin echo tou "En eshei tipote re!". Vromw whiskey, diadiktyaki thalpori kai erwtiki aporia - with a dash of ...anxiety.
Agwn-i-a; / gia mia alli fora.

Athela Epistrefw Me Mikran Kardian

A deviserof territories, languages, works, the deject neverstops demarcating his universe whise fluids confines- for they are constituted of a nonobject, the abject- constantly question his solidity and imoel him to start afresh. A tireless builder, the deject is in short a stray. H eis ona journey, during the night, the end of ehich keeps receding. He has a sense of the danger of the loss that the pseudo-object attracting him represents for him, but he cannot help taking the risk at the very moment he sets himself apart. And the more he strays, the more he is saved.
For it is out of such straying on excluded ground that he draws his jouisance. The abject from which he does not cease separating is for him, in short, a land of oblivion that is constantly remembered. Once upon blotted-out-time, the abject must have been a magnetized pole of covetousness. But the ashes of oblivio0n now serve as a screen and reflect aversion, repugnance. The clean and proper (in the sense of the incorporated and the incorporable) becomes filthy, the sought-after turns into the banished, fascination into shame. Then forgotten time crops up suddenly and condenses into a flash of lighting an operation that, if it were thought out, would involve bringing together the two opposite terms but, on account of that flash, is discharged like thunder. The time of abjection is double: a time of oblivion and thunder and the moment when revelation bursts forth.
Jouissance, in short. (...) One does not knowit, one does not desire it, one joys in it. Violently an dpainfully.
Julia Kristeva

But is naming sufficient? (...)
Lucy Irigaray

Everything is dissolving, babe, according to plan
The sky is on fire, the dead are helped across the land
I went to bed last night and my
moral code got jammed
(...)I wake with the sparrows and I hurry off to work
THe need for validation, babe, gone completely
berserk
//
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you
//
With an army of tanks bursting from your chest
I wave my little white flag at thee
Can you see it, babe?
(...)
Oh baby, don't you go
All supernatural on me
Supernaturally

-and out

Efimereidisio Ypo/mnima

Aρχικό Adieu Jacques Derrida

"Il y va d’un certain pas" (Πηγαίνει μ’ ενα συγκεκριμένο βήμα / Συνεπάγεται ένα συγκεκριμένο ρυθμό – ένα συγκεκριμένο όχι) καθώς εν-e-γραφα "το σπέρμα, το νερό, το μελάνι, την μπογιά, την αρωματισμένη βαφή: το φάρμακον" απορέον απορίας σημειο, διαφωρετικά διασπαρμένο απο την μια γλώσσα στην άλλη, απο το ενα χείλι στο άλλο, υπερηχογράφημα ιχνογραφίας χωρίς άλλοθι, μα με πίστη στο εξαγριωμένο γράψιμο, επικύνδυνο συμπλήρωμα με αρχή το "Θα ήθελα να μάθω να ζω επιτέλους" μέσα σ’αυτήν την στοιχειολογία, που οφείλουμε –πια- σ’ αυτόν, την στοιχειολογία που "κανείς δεν μπορεί να ελέγξει το πήγαινε-έλα της αφου ξεκιινά με το να επιστρέφει", με το να δια-περνά, να περνά πέρα απο το πέρας – και όχι το τέλος- απο όπου θα ξανα-περάσουμε, ήδη πάντα, αλλ’εργικοί εγ-γονοί. Here, Chora Oκτώβρης 2004.

Δημήτρης Tαλίωτης – για το http://ombion.blogspot.com

rest-in' a sign - jacques derrida

adieu, pou jiame, pou jinous pou en to perimeneis:

And Life, a little bald and gray,
Languid, fastidious, and bland,
Waits, hat and gloves in hand,
Punctilious of tie and suit
(Somewhat impatient of delay)
On the doorstep of the Absolute.
(T.S.Eliot, 'Spleen')

Solitude, reef, star
To whatever it was that was worth
Our sail's white solicitude.
(S. Mallarme, 'Salutation')

Je suis le ténébreux, -le veuf, -l'inconsolé,
Le prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie:
Ma seule étoile est morte, -et mon luth constellé
Porte le soleil noir de la Mélancolie.

...

Suis-je Amour ou Phébus, Lusignan ou Biron?
Mon front est rouge encor du baiser de la reine;
J'ai rêvé dans la grotte où nage la sirène...
Et j'ai deux fois vainqueur traversé l'Achéron,

Modulant tour à tour sur la lyre d'Orphée
Les soupirs de la sainte et les cris de la fée

(de Nerval, 'El Desdichado')

Κι ήρθε ή φωνή του γέρου, αύτή την ένιωσα
πέφτοντας στην καρδιά της μέρας
ήσυχη, σαν ακίνητη :

"Κι α, με δικάσετε να πιω φαρμάκι, ευχαριστώ το
το δίκιο σας θα 'ναι το δίκιο μου που να πηγαίνω
γυρίζοντας σε ξένους τόπους, ένα στρογγυλό
λιθάρι.

Το θάνατο τον προτιμώ
- ποιος πάει για το καλύτερο ο θεός το ξέρει".

'

Il y va d’un certain pas enw m' afinan ta heilia tis kai apodwmontas to fili ene-grapha to aporeon kokinadi sto keimeno, yperihographima stin arche tis Leyfkis Mythologias. here

The work of mourning: Adieu, αντίο Jacques Derrida

'What happens when a great thinker becomes silent, one whom we knew living, whom we read and reread, and also heard, one from whom we were still awaiting a response, as if such a response would help us not only to think otherwise but also to read what we thought we had already read under his signature, a response diet held everything in reserve, and so much more than what we thought we had already recognised in that signature?' [1]

'Speaking is impossible, but so too would be silence or absence or a refusal to share one's sadness. Let me simply ask you to forgive me if today finds me with the strength for only a few simple words.' [2]

'I knew, in advance, that today I would be incapable of speaking, of finding the words, as it were.
Excuse me, therefore, if I read, and for reading not what I believe I must say (does one ever know what one must say in such a moment?), but simply enough to not let silence win out over everything else - just a few shreds of what I was able to tear away from the silence in the depths of which I would, like you, doubtlessly, have been tempted to close myself at this instant.
[...]
I haven't the heart either to recount anything or to pronounce a eulogy: there would be too much to say and this is not the moment. Our friends, your friends who are present here know why it is almost indecent to speak now - and to continue to direct our words to you. But silence is just as unbearable. I cannot stand the idea of silence, as if, within me, you too could not stand the idea.' [3]

'...to say adieu to him, to call him by his name, to call his name, his first name, such as he is called at the moment when, if he no longer responds, it is because he responds in us, from the bottom of our hearts, in us but before us, in us right before us - in calling us, in recalling to us...' [1]

[1] Jacques Derrida, 'Adieu: Emmanuel Levinas'
[2] Jacques Derrida, '(In Memorium) Paul De Man'
[3] Jacques Derrida, 'Text read at Louis Althusser's Funeral'

o M kai o W spazoun idi anthi pagou stis rimagmenes grammes iperdomis --eterochronismena, teras katavroxthizei fthinoporines ptoseis, metefere tin [----] ousian ragismeni ek ton esso-- x cause the maid will take and
thrax a tax
be coming
soon
available in
wholes near you

hear him:he 'lone the moan

eto
siga siga
na ta metakomis
ete
[no new]

Yposhesi Anglias

...on and on methodically till we fall plump into the grave and write finis on the tombstone above our heads (...) (o)ur simple duty is to state the facts as far as they are known, and so let the reader make of them what he (sic) may.
V. Woolf Orlando

Den einai to apwn koniak pou mas deinoun ta apogevmata. Den einai tin fwni sou, esena, ki esena, ki esena pou oi ihografimenes kassetes -mono- metaferoun. O kafes einai xenos, o kapnos xeros. Synagermoi ehoun kopasei kai tzamia pia den spane. I anifores den einai ekeines apo opou epistrefame piwmenoi. To kafsaerio -to kafsaerio!- hwris tin aigli tou Hal Hartley gemizei ta pnevmonia mas. O idrwtas pou akoma kaiei ta agrypna matia mas, den einai o idrwtas tis vrohis. Den einai kan o idrwtas tou ximeromatos. I myti den harizetai stin ygrasia, stin mouhla, stin kanela, stin petalouda kai sto xylo. Den pagidevoun ta dontia mas sardelles twn 16:30. To harti stin Hwra den ehei chora na drosisei tis mashales kai ta mpratsa mas. Strefw to vlema aristera: pio grigora apo oti to afti akouei, o ilios ehei hathei. Kai den se pernw tilefono. Menw me tin antistixi tis antihisis tou geliou sou, me to fwteino hamogelo sou. Apolamvanw tis prwtes syn-g-nefies.

'bat yatez waz nooh straindzer to catz'

italia.

'i have never saught after things, only found them.'
- K said, drunk in an irish pub of Rapallo (looking for wb perhaps?)

epses ejimithika se enan parko opws tous astegous, to diabatirio mou to maksilari mou.
proxtes ekolimbisa stin thalassa twn pente topwn.
prin tris meres eperpatisa 5 xiliometra pou ena xwrko ws to allo.
prin tesseris meres etrwa sun dried tomatoes mesa se enan troxospito.
prin pente meres imoun pitta.
prin eksi meres eida enan pou tous pio agapimenous mou filous.
simera? enna kamw bagnio.

22:29

Teaandsoupand whiskey
some cheese
maybe - when am wait
ing for your nonapear
/gl/
ance i spend
shit lots
(al
though is it a waste) they woke me up this morning
practicaly though i was not asleep 06:00.
on(in)@ t
he we
b like we lear
ed to do. txts+emails+blogs(kali wra!)
re
turn
ing to the o
ther theirs and mine sp
aces i'm glad you stood in my way ma
mou peire hronia na katalavw
ki akoma to palevw to gamimeno kai lew psemata stin giagia mou
- the houses and the areas and the streets and the
bars (pubs they call them down
sarf- the hedonism of a far away wildrenss
found not anymore outside
/yes i know that/ thus splashed within with
go ahead pick a colour:The Uncertainty of the Poet
I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.
I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.
I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.
A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.
Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.
Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?
Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very.'
I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?
Wendy Cope
lalei jai i woolf allo to prasino sti fysi ki allo stin
poiesi
ki etsi anevenw lofous kia pernw sidirodromikes grammes kai kateveno stin plateia kai pernw to treno apo tin platforma 4 i tin platforma 1 kai to leoforeio 329 (spania)
afou
// fovame agapi mou akoma kai na to grapsw gia touto kai x
orki
zw to stis chorolexeis. Anti sta (here
comes again)
sta m /gl-ing:|| des telika to graphe
me to
ati()a sou.

Upon a Stroll in London He Came Across the Lady of the Rain [w/ some Gymnopedies No. 1]

petaxe tes
valitses pan
ti enna ta kami. touta
τα ιμάτια
of his. rain
poor out his. shoe
my heart is in my shoe
I went and set the Thames on fire
lambron. pou ekapse
ta pothkia
she's laughing in her sleeve at me
I can feel it in my bone
pou estassan
of her. rain
all covered up my
glass. full of
pain
[Because I learned to be alone boys

And anywhere
I lay my head, boys
I will call my home.]

Akouw ekklisiastiki mousiki
Me mavrismena pothkia den ehw
Kanei strato kai plirwnw
full eisitirio. Ayta ws prologos tis nyhtas hwris barmen.
Enw esy xereis tin asfaleia pou sou prosferei i aypnia mou
/ i prosmoni // den akouw den akouw den akouw
(ehei synithistei to tris kai egw meta to hthesino
gyrevw ta conventions pou den tha m' akyrwsoun tin
Omorfia pou tha straggixei to myalo mou
)
oi dwrismenoi anikanoi na epistrepsoun sto thymitiko
stihoi
ta psila kai ta
iwta
me to fili kai tin paraxeni
yposhesi sto stoma
montaroun oroskopia.
Hreiazomai gia touto hreisimopoiw tis
metafraseis, tetoion october pou mou anoixes:
...
Kai sy eisoun haroumeni kai gelouses
Me ena gelio ohi toutou tou kosmou.
-Gia auto s'agapisa/ /ki as dikaiologise gia tin lipsi ek
fora sou kai pws pallia/-
Einai kala na pitsilizeis mes sto nero
Kai to gelio einai to telos olon twn pragmatwn. Am ti vromwprwino!
Na agkistrwseis tin evaisthisia stin apotelesmatikotita;

'Dyskolo, poli dyskolo' (Martis, Holborn) hwris na tin rwtisw.

Freidag angst

And I have many fragments, less worth? Less worth?

In das bedhen. OuI. Pou allou durethring dis verklarte nacht, jai atona. 4509pavla98256pavla2. 1CD. A- Shoiros, Lountza, Tsamarela, tin freetag tous, while if we were Fightine or (again they man with the lonely arm could say) Againtine to carvouno tha dietiritoun treemerka. Isws, mes to anthos tou kafe. Re filouin mou xereis lia egglezika; Nai. Sioura xereis; Ti theleis re mastre; Ela na piasw mian kopelan jai na tis miliseis jai perimenw tin dame stin ekklisia. Afeeken don sexilon - hihihihihihih. Eshei mian jame sti gwnia. Ham. 678. Lernear. Wp!osscisite tou mouchohtari. Taxidiwtika Engrapha & Diefkolinseed. Ladwmena myrwmena. Kathe diadikasia rapsimatos, emperiehei mesa tin prosmoni, to if, tou asmatos. Asenjaiseriehtijion. Oi, oi, en alli touti - ela. T' onoma sou; Stavros. "Eh, Mr Stavros" (pause Yeh!) is waiting for you at the church." "No," irta -pou to haraman tou fou re archopelle / enw emeis epoienamen stegnoi! Ah!- perki evrw kammian kinezooan. Etsi, that's it, mellontike ethnosecretery: geo kai nomismatikographeki diaforopoisi tou epi plerwmis patta kai ung oliges voles, tou hatta. Ph d, em? "no church - olimpiakos!" E' ston olympiako mastre. Oooo - jai pou xerw gio pou olympiakon? Twra to arwma tou kourou jai tou blue johny to be palying hand prostibill the very lot we could not are feaghting -the previous freudi-oooooo!-karouzian mystake i am troubled if to change, that is give its pound back, But say I want to , say I take your whole bag of tricks, / Let in your quirks and tweeks, and say the thing's an art-form, / Your Sordello -"But Pound, and my Pound?"-, and that the modern world / [write this time!] Needs such a rag-bag to stuff all its thought in; / Memoari of BS Johnson Say that I dump my catch, shiny and silvery / As fresh sardines Fuck! Exihasa na paw sto rwssiko o salonikios gia ta psssssarouthkia tis mmmmpyras! flapping and slipping on the marginal cobbles? / (I stand before the booth, the speech; but the truth / Is inside the discourse- Regges Afka Faches Panjarka. -krasidem- this booth is full of the marrow of / wisdom.) / Give up th' intaglio method. Inc.-Inc.-Inc. the word.

A!popse th|elw/a na se dw - ma(l) de see vr-isk(i)oh. Bloggarw stin pyra ara me tin arrghautisy Have you acted in compliance with your desire? Pou tis kakes meres tis geiageia yet never know butter in converitation of leafing how does it feel to be all alone times and guardian and then and now 'E' like now the protan rush had to be rushing four the brain and the tang vie la sto mach. U remammber Mac, hey? a tichit could talk. Nicht! Conservatives and the radicalisation of the frog leap. A! Butt thyme the mixed site? TM the WC off the house and off the series. Entry point and at the entrance, passed by DCV their WC. Mam, okitchen okitchen!

Gesamtspielzeit: Jetzzeit

To live a thousand years in a wink. (...) Nor began nor ends anything

Etsi apla pro-logika para-loga, synithes en diastoli hordes, daktyla pou pliktrologoun tin dikaiologia tou soundtrack, matia pou kleinoun kai heili pou den tha enwthoun, pote xana, etsi, opws that's it, me pathitiko to kapnisma kai energo, pia, xana, to whiskey, stin siwpi tis skonis kai twn leromenwn astragalwn, me ta myala sta parka tou genari (christo, a.m., kosti: re/member) me to imerologioko fthinopwro na zitaei voitheies, ta idia intermezzo kai ta idia bar, savvatokyriako xereis poso se misisa - ohi etsi, ohi pia:

M' amour, m' amour
what do I love and
where are you?
That I lost my center
fighting the word.
The dreams clash and are shattered-
and that I tried to make a paradiso
terrestre.

'Ton teleftaio dromo tha ton kanw monos' - Ta oneira sygkrouontai / kai kommatiazontai- / ki egw prspathisa na plasw enan paradiso / terrestre.. Imeros anex-art-isias. Epi-strefw, bi-social agape mou, sto allothi tis pistis tis glwssas atona ma opws mystika kai isiha me to Manhattan poria stin kathisihastiki agkali sou. Enw dipla polousan pastourma.

Ena fantasma -indeed- planietai, planevwntas mas olous pou arnomaste na min pistepsoume stin nomismatiki axia tou Ezra=Fool who would set a term to love's madness (...) No, now while it may be, let not the fruit of life cease, panw ap tin ope tou Eu. Panw apo to Euros tou (h)ER...

Here-to sadated me hamogelo kai aporia Pentzikiki apo tin poli kai tin polli leilasia twn dromwn apantw I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (...) Wining the ghosts of yester-year.

Ezra Pound Hard Core

Yet you ask on what account I write so many love-lyrics
And whence this soft book comes into my mouth.
Neither Calliope nor Apollo sung hese things into my ear,
My genius is no more than a girl.

Me tis vlefarides kai ta aftia na me xypnane, gia tin hari tou anti-here,@ the gentler hour of an ultimate day, me characteres askew kai to feggari she-don prominima tou apwn fthinopourou, psahnw tin skia mou sto krasi kai sto idrwmeno maxilari. O kairos -agglomathis gar, me (x)filenades vories- den afinei kan tin exatmisi tou erwta na lavei Choran. Ehei aggaziarei apo prin tin ygrasia. Kai den tha hionisei, toulahiston mehri ton Fevrouario. Etsi Baudrilliard-ika, me tis lexeis therapevw tis simatodotimenes ekfores twn matiwn kai twn daktylwn. Les kai mporw / mporw les;

Me happy, night full of brightness;
Oh couch made happy by my long delectations;
How many words talked out with abundant candles; Struggles when the lights were taken away;
Now with bared breasts she wrestled against me,
Tunic spread in delay;
And she then opening my eyelids fallen in sleep,
Her lips upon them; and it was her mouth saying:
Sluggard!

In how many varied embraces, our changing arms,
Her kisses, how many, lingering on my lips.
"Turn not Venus into a blined motion
Eyes are the guides of love,
Paris took Helen naked coming from the bed of Menelaus,
Endymion's naked body, bright bait for Diana,"
-such atleast is the story.

While our fates twine together, state we our eyes with love;
For long night comes upon you
and a day when no day returns.
Let the gods lay chains upon us
so that no day shall unbind them.

Fool who would set a term to love's madness
For the sun shall drive with black horses,
earth shall bring wheat from barley,
The flood shall move toward the fountain
Ere love know moderations,
The fish shall swim in dry streams.
No, now while it may be, let not the fruit of life cease.

Dry wreaths drop their petals,
their stalks are woven in baskets,
To-day we take the great breath of lovers,
to-morrow fate shuts us in.

Though you give all your kisses
you give but few.

Nor can I shift my pains to other,
Hers will I be dead,
If she confer such nights upon me,
long is my life, long in years,
If she give me many,
God am I for the time.

Ezra Pound, from Homage to Sextus Propertius, 1917

Apostagma twn 04:30, twn 06:33, twn 17:11

Opws otan skeftomaste kai mas rwtane ti skeftesai; ki emeis leme tipota, enw theloume na poume ta panta i
esena.

here-tw vouleumata /

a priori

And he would
paternaly re
inscribe
poian amartia ehw kanei kai mou 'houn leipsei ta
filia; x
orkizwntas
tin aga
π
pros
path/onta
s

we need the eggs

So why this gracious melancholia?
Is it because anger is no use?

of distempered absence: terminal no. or ne

nocturne
melodia tou aposperiti
Τικ-τικ
augerini i poreia
τικι-τικι-τακ
outstretched/tis thlipsis
katevasmata/Alla
tempus palm/(o)s
θέλω πουλί μου,
disseminate
aman
aman
aman
[sparmeno ston anemo]
να μαντεύω
aura+nothkia
που πηγαίνεις

[ipnos,
dili,
erotimatiko]

Γιατί όταν σου μιλώ,
Αρχίζει της καρδιάς το
τικ
τικ
τικι
τικι
τακ

no tick-tock, only eternal present

there's no point in believing in tick-tock-time, unless, of course, you're a working (wo)man who has to bike to latsia at 5 in the afternoon in order to listen to people spouting ibsen and drinking cigarettes. luckily, i am not.
so without tick-tock-time, what time is left?

Time for you and time for me
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea...

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I care?" and "Do I dare?"

panta to avrio, avrio pale, miloumen avrio, enna ta poumen avrio, na se dw new avrio, avrio en kala, jai xana avrio, uparxei to avrio, ara en entaxei avrio.
From TS to WS, in true H. Bloom anxiety,

Prospero: What is't thou canst demand?
Ariel: My liberty.
Prosperop: Before the time be out? No more!

patience k. dem. something the vodkas fail to teach.
apla na evroume jai mian isoropia pleon, opws lalei jai o Pound,

"Anyone can run to excesses,
"It is easy to shoot past the mark.
It is hard to stand firm in the middle."
...

"The blossoms of the apricot
"blow from east to the west,
And I have tried to keep them from falling."

- CANTO XIII

alli mera enna sas pw yia ton Phil jai ta yialouthkia tou. Oi simera omws.
Mallon avrio.

pressure drop, oooo pressure drop, it drops on you

or not yet / am

Se gnwrizw myrwdia pou mou trweis ta swthika / Kai gemizeis ta krevvatia m' eswpsyha - jai fagia

(...)-Or so I fancy, sensing the smoke and sweat,
the wonderful feel of girls. Why be out here?
But then, why be in there? Sex, yes, but what
Is sex? Surely, to think the lion's share
Of happiness is found by couples - sheer

Inaccuracy, as far as I'm concerned.
What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell
(Art if you like) whose individual sound
Insists I too am individual.
It speaks; I hear; others may hear as well,

But not for me, nor I for them; and so
With happiness. Therefore I stay outside,
Believing this; and they maul to and fro,
Believing that; and both are satisfied,
If no onr has misjudged himself. Or lied.

Kai etsi

(...) The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance,love,
Broke out, to show,
Its bright incipience sailing above,
Still promising to solve, and satisfy,
And set unchangeably in order. So
To pile them back, to cry,
Was hard, without lamely admitting how
It had not done so then, and could not now.

Philip, Philip Larkin.
Imero-logiaka, ametrito to alkool, stimmeno me sapouni masalias kai efhi.
Mpanio -

Closer

6 vodkes (!) and still u r drinking my mind.
Simera eiha ta mathkia tou aimatos.
p.s.* un-con-texted (christo): (1)I eilikrineia tis idonis tou keimenou (text), tis daimonika dwsmenis lexis. (2)Hwris, pia, tis meta-mfiesmenes, dilladi allegorikes, (con) elpidofores epithimies twn txt-s sou. / "Twra pia ehw erwteftei m'ola ta epikoinwniaka mesa."

*peri scriptum kai ws eitheste, an thelete, always already tahy-dromimeno meta -pws allote- to here of the text

'when the saints go marching in'

'prwta vriskoume ta logia me megali prosoxi mia pou alloi grafoun xronia ki isws ta xoune pei
ke siga siga arxizeis na tous vazeis mousiki pou olo kati na thimizei ki as min kseroume ti'
always out of context, uncontexted (demetri) loukianos kilaidonis & preservation hall jazz band; na pou antexete o karouzos me kriologima: xrisafenio kriologima/ sta oloxantha matia - giatreuome: me krasaki amerimno, twn iskiwn to thauma, xana xana 'home is where one starts from' ki oute pou i kathe mas lexi edwse
akoma ,
e la nave va

Epistrofi i Gyrismos

Etsi loipon me Milosz: There is so much death, and that is why affection / for pigtails, bright-colored skirts in the wind, / for paper boats no more durable than we are..., me BS Johnson: trying to say something about the writing and nothing being an answer to the loneliness to the lack of loving (...) I have to write something, to pass the time, being interested in so much, everything really, everything, compulsively, nihil humanum a me alienum puto and all that jaz., me Lorca: He wants. We all want. But this is his sin: to want. One shouldn't want, one should love. And so he fails. (...) Poetry doesn't need skilled practitioners, she needs lovers, and she lays down brambles and shards of glass for the hands that search for her with love., ola afta pou diavasa kathws eleipes, kai me kako fai kai lypi, here xana, me tin Achilleio plevra mou chorotopothetimeni kai taftohronos perivlimeni apo ton fovo tou fou, shedon sta exw tou Septemvri, apo mesa, me kleista parathyra kai 40 vathmous kelsiou, ton L. Cohen na sigontarei ekmaievomena deja-vous, kai ta egkeniazomena krevvatia apo myrwdies heiragwgimenes, etsi loipon, o Gyrismos i i Epistrofi, stin parigoria twn daktylwn, meres -kai prosehws: nyhtes- pou i mousiki den tou kanei ta hatiria kai zei osa den sumvainoun gyrw tou pisw apo tis vlefarides, kai eniote, tin Vodka.
Ta heili mou se kratisan, daneiko ap' ta dika tis, mehr/is here:

It is true. We have a beautiful time
As long as time is time at all.

W/res

Epanodos ston Breton kai sto whiskey
pushing back the tears
teras
kai sfiggwntas to hamogelo
sta pedal-
i zesti den epitrepei akomi peripatous edw
katw. [Htes akomi irthe xana stin skepsi mou o haraktirismos
ex-colonial myrwmenos me bahari kai Attika]
Afanizetai o hronos tis autopepoithisis ki antikathistate me twn tou
"doer".
...
Toulahiston esy eihes to tharos.

e-lethe

na tis xilosei:
oi grammes vouizoun
monaxia.

na ifanei tis epistrophes:
oi xartes
xenes.

Anemogkastri


O Beethoven drwmenos
O RFK stin kouzina
O Nick Cave nero sta roz
poukamisa mas straight to you.
Kamenes joitrw
milies stous pezo
dromous mas.
Katastrefw tin akoi mou gia hari tou my
aliwna mou
Perkimon to perkalon sou proswpo an
ihnefsw
Mesa pou tin nothkia twn aisthitirwn /
Ex
askisi ston po
No
tou kry
fou

Baudelaire, je pense a vous!

... ego semper amavi

Se poio plithos, se poio vivlopoleio na anazitisw ta tou here antifarmaka, tis syntages tou apogevmatos Savvatou, me poio potamo, apo poia gefyra na se psaxw. I zesti, oi fwnes -s' antithesi me ta eknevristika eknevrismena isyha plithoi twn 10:00, twn 15:00, twn 18:30- i kaki asfaltos, den m' afinoun dromous efidrwsis. Xerenw ta matia mou ohi stous hamilous kathreftes kai sta parathyra tou 3ou orofou ma sto liparo l' Universe twn psifidwn tou Anagramatos (MONOTYPE), pou epitrepoun kai stin perifereia kai stin serotonini mou tin idia afxitiki anaprosarmogi. Sto plithos ohi twn matiwn ma twn matiasmenwn, gia tous opoious pharmakia / ammatopetra einai i ekdosi.


Se quis, amans quod amare iuvat, feliciter ardet
gaudet et vento naviget ille suo

Nec te lar patrius, sed amor revocabit amicae

Vina parant animum Veneri, nisi plurima sumas
ut stupeant multo corda sepulta mero.
Nutritur vento, vento restignutur ignis;
lenis alit flammas, grandior aura necat.
Aut nulla ebrietas, aut tanta sit, ut tibi curas
eripat: si qua est inter utumque, nocet

P. Ovidi Nasonis Remedia Amoris

Agapimeni Lexi: Xwpaska

Brahms enantion twn zizirwn.
Polles fores myristika tin ladorigani tis agkalis
antimetwpos me tis diakopes
Dwsmou xana tin veranta twn proshimatwn
Ta elektronika anoigmata twn ygrwn vazwn sou sto aspro
Ta louvimena fylla tis voukaimvillias.
Vouvwnas Xeros.
Eikonografimenes opisthografiseis pistwsis tin wra touti
Anazitwntas psifia /
grammata
sou.
x

.../ 8

Afierwmeno ap' ta spirometers twn minwn

A touching and marvellous ingenuity
Such as you see only in [the faces of] angels in holy pictures
Imitates the cheek where the smile makes a hollow.

Arthur Rimbaud, from Les Stupra*, (trans. Oliver Bernard, 1962)


*Stupra(Latin): defilements, pollutions by lust

(p.)script(h)um

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy for a ring?
First Player: 'Tis brief, my lord.
Hamlet: As woman's love.

Afta kratw apo simera, tou Evangelismou, kai tis Anatasis tou katakalokairou paskatou, prin epistrepsw stous filous mou.

Ypersynteliko Yperihografima

Noiwthw to whiskey na palletai san anapnoi, stin myti, mesa. Plirwnw oti mou dothike, to harama, me idrwta. Me katestramena kyttra kai kakwseis tou dermatos. Ki omws, oti mou dothike, to harama, kala plirwthike. Ap' ta metamesonyktia bar mas opou oi filoi milousan gia tainies, gia fwta, gia mousiki, gia tis poleis opou milousa me tous filous gia tis kores pou den tha kanoume (tin Ariadne, tin Ariana, tin Anthi) kai gia ta paidia pou theloume orgismenoi na spyroume stin apohavnwmeni hwra mias xedontiasmenis polis, kai syntoma, soon, all too soon, opou oi files epinan mpyres, kai katapinan hamogela, kai oi filoi kernousan thanatifora anazwgonika gemata potiria, kai exis ihous, kai trantahta gelia, opou o post-modern zeimbekikos xanavgike stin epifaneia, me tragoudia aplirwta pou den einai gia sena i gia kanena, kai opou i technologia, pia, mas apothanatize, mas evriske, mas evrize, tin vrizame, kai ekane oti to skwtomeno myalo, ena dasos skwtomenwn filwn, den mporouse, pia, na kanei, mas fylae, kai fylage, ta filia tou parelthontos ws agkalies tou mellontos, apo ola touta plirwthike oti mou dothike, to harama, prwta mesa ap' ta parathyra, san kalesma, pou me orthanoihta matia ypakousame kai vrethikame -aloimono an einai to harama na se kalei mono, to stereo, stentorio kalesma tou haramatos pou kalei na sou dwthei- mesa, haidevomenoi haideftes tou. Twn magoulwn kai twn zygwmatikwn tou, twn matiwn kai twn heiliwn tou, tis mytis tou, twn gwfwn kai twn mirwn tou. Tis asfaltou kai tou ouranou tou. Kala plirwthike oti mou dothike, to harama, pou twra plirwnw, noiwthwntas to whiskey na palletai san anapnoi, stin myti, mesa.

o w.b. trwi tiri?

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."

Sunday or Monday night, new division kai tiri.

Kypriaki Parallagi*

Fermarw omoplates tis astoshias / tote
[afou i pashia exiliftin].



*Tha pantreftw mian pashia
na 'shei vyzia megala
ji aman en na rtei astoshia
pernoumen me to gala

Somatopoiesi (2)

Thelw na mou leipsoun
opws mou leipoun oi
lexeis
me to black bile
kai tin fwni
tis Billie (provlepsima romantikos - i Reinhardt /)
na se vriskw katw apo tin akinito pyrgo
tou Eiffel (jai 'ftyhws pou o Magiakofski aftoktonise)
i kai sto bar me tis kalogries konta
sto pagwmeno parko
opou ta 'e' einai makrosyrta, opou ta gelia einai ihira gemata
triglikeridia, san mavroaspi aktinografia
xenos kapnos dika mas kalloi - pathitikoi thamwnes diladi tis pithanotitas apothikefsis
ultrasound koilias apo to mellon.
Koita pws pallete to sykwti mou gia sena
kardia mou.
Thelw ton heimwna sou.

Prwtes Yles

Den mporeis na xefygeis radiofwnika
ap' tous zizirous.
Paroxysmos oi 'oi'-
Otan i fwni omws sou milaei na akoueis Leykwsia
H
lithia.

Liga pramata paramenoun akoma stin thesi tous
i dyskiliotita
ta mydralliovola
o kathreftismos twn kravgwn anamesa sto earl grey kai ta prwta lepta perasmenes 12. Dys(3,4,5,
Kolo na agapas ta xena.
/ ta matia kai tin agkalia sou tha psaxw sta apovrohia

I

I istoria pou pote den tha ginei diki mas pou exargyrwnetai;
Rwtiste sto Tahydromeio.

Voura! -

'Definitely an Elvis fan'

Noiwthw tin anagki here na apantisw sto (i) p.m. tis a.m. note pou parenthentika prospathise na afisei na eisvalei sto pein mou i avra tou skatharikou 'love'. Love, agape mou ma en ethkiavazes ta blog mas toson jairo? To skouloukouin ymwn, to skouloukouin pou xekina tin hionostivada - jai xereis to polla kala- den einai oute to all, oute to you, oute to need oute to love. Antithetws an theloume, kalo, lalei jai mia alli, na tentwsoume, lalei jai enas allos, ta glwssika simenwnta pou mas deinwnte, ta home jai ta coming mas diladi, stin pros-patheia na en-topisoume to anti-keimeno ousiastiko prepei na pame sto entry aghape kai ston stiho 90 tis Antigonis. Pou den einai telos ma arche, post-orgasmicaly, meta ta diladi tin syntrivi tou hwrohronou -ara me tin ekinisi / ektinaxi tis khoras- i opws to grafei o Sikelianos stin Anna (hwris na tis to pei) "Prin na idwthoume, o hronos eihe stin psyche mas nikithei. Prin na idwthoume, to diastima eihe nikithei." (Edw mpainei kai i parametros dektikotita stin klisi tou kallous pou kalei pera apo tin pro-vlimatiki poreia mas, dia-pernwntas tous porous mas ean einai anoihtoi, xapostelnwntas to all, to you, to need majai to (i)). To maoman -opws grafei i Sapho- einai to mental mastrubation -to opoio antitheta me ton Pound pou pisteve pws einai ena xodema, ena coming, einai alli mia arche- na min akyrwthei apo to ektwnotiko sex, ma opws akrivws lerwnoume ta mayala mas kai ta rouha mas me mpyres, whiskeya, melania, ihous jai eikones, na ximarizoume -i dynaton (to ideal ws deal pera apo to i diladi)- jai ta krevathkia mas, ta sherka jai ta sheili mas. Jai love, love is not enough - poso mallon all you need.
Dioti an itan mono me touto to love pou tha eprospathousame -synehizwntas na antigrafw, egw o laimargos logoklopos, apo to gramma tou Aggelou Sikelianou imerominias 15.4.1938- "na nikisoume ton kosmo" (i opws o Papagiwrgis yperoha fallokratika grafei 'den yparhei megalyteri apolafsi, megalyteri idoni apo to na aparniesai tous filous sou gia mia gynaika' - kai den nikas to koinwniko para mono me tin pragmatwsi tou prwsopikou, pou einai archika anti-keimeno) pws tha mporousame na zitoume epanadimiourgia tou hrwnou, na lygoun ta gonata mas kai na tremoume sta bar pou to kallos mas kallei, agkaliazwntas mas stis spasmwdikes selides kai stis seismografika omorfes kardies mas me vlemata filia lexeis kai agkalies? To ektopisma tou rigmatos -thamnou, faragiou, ammolofou i kafkalas- einai proion seismikis donisis. Kai ohi kounismatos - kai malista kwlou.
Gia ta tou kwlou yparhoun ta skatharia - oi kotsiropampouloi sta kypriaka.
Emas afise Thee, Fysi, Energeia na eautohrezomaste here e-potes tis erwn aghapes.

O filos mou o Paris shedon mia vdomada prin, meta apo poly gin, poly tonic, poly whiskey jai poly nero mou eipe sta katw katw skalopatia pws i monaxia, i aenai monaxia mas einai pou mas exoplizei me tin grafi. Pari mou, file mou file mou jai aderfe mou, isws. Isws na en touti i kosmiki kai koinwniki monaxia mas, pou mas kalliergei tin dipsa kai tin terpsi tou alkool, tin pamfaga kai sparagmatiki anagnwsi, tin methexi kai tin emetiki grafi pou mas prosehei, mas taizei mas ntynei, mas exoplizei kai mas thwrakizei. Ma isws na en touta oula ta pofagia jai ta popia tis monaxia, oula toyta mazi, ouloi mazi ki o erwtas, opws titloforei ena diigima tou o Skarimpas. Estw kai an e mahes argoun, duktywnontai, kalwdiwnontai, methoun mehri to deal, to final deal na ypo-graphe (empaine christo).

Kales pintes jai kouintes a.m @ this p.m. hour in Ir-e/a-land.

(i) a.m. in ireland

ena prwi, arxes tou avgoustou, exipnisa jai ivra to Doublino eksw pou to parathiro mou. Lion pio katw, sti platia, eshei enan agalma pou onomazete Prick on a Stick. Poios allos? O Joyce me to pastouni tou. (Joyce = Max???) Telos panton, nai eftasa sti xwra tou Joyce, tou Shaw, tou Yeats, tou Guinness jai tou Baileys, tou Beckett jai twn U2, tis Sinead jai tis alithinis IRA. Twra eimai Sligo, epia jai ida ton Yeats, Horseman pass by, katw pou to Ben Bulben, sto radio en o Heaney jai thkiavazi enan poiima tou, trww patates jai pinw tsai, thkiavazw poiimata, sizitw yia poiimata, pinw pints, and that, my friends, is all. I am in a place of idealic mental masturbation. And that (mr. dem) is sometimes all you need (contrary to the song, DA-da-dararaaa).

'I am so happy for these friends I do receive'

13.3.3 Gia na "diavastei" i glwssa tou kallous ws klisi-se-shesi, mallon apaiteitai mia aprokathoristi etoimotita - toulahiston mi ypokeimeni se ypodeixeis, parotrynseis, epiheirimata. Tha mporouse na haraktiristei erwtiki auti i etoimotita, an me ton erwta simainoume ti neusi gia to athlima autoparaitisis kai autoprosforas. Pantws, gia na leitourgisei i empeiria tou fysikou kallous parapemptika, na parapempsei stin prwsopiki amesotita Theou Dhmiourgou, na "diavastei" ws klisi erwtiki Theou Erasti kai Nymfiou tou anthrwpou, o apofasistikos syntelestis den mporei na einai kapoia orthologiki katadeixi tis "simantikis" tou kallous oute i apatili "peithw" twn synaisthimatikwn exarsewn. To anti-keimeno kallos emfanizei ti dynamiki tois prwsopikis klisis se proswpiki shesi sto pedio tis aprosdioristias, opou gennietai i den gennietai (den thrauetai i thwrakis tou egw) kathe pragmatikotita shesis.
Tha yparhoun pantote anthrwpoi pou tha zoun ti mia kai monadiki zwi tous hwris pote na "synantisoun" ton Mozart, ton Van Gogh, ton Kavafi - hwris pote mia glwssa mousikou, zwgrafikou, poiitikou kallous na leitourgisei gia autous "exaifnis" ws klisi erwiki gia methexi tis proswpikis eterotitas (monadikotitas kai anomoiotitas) tou mousourgou, tou zwgrafou, tou poiiti.

13.3.4 Perissotero isws kai apo tin erwtiki empeiria, to kallos ws thelxi vevaiwnei ti shesi ws endehomeno tropo yparxews anypotakton se prokathorismous tis fysis- epitrepei na milame gia ontologia tis shesis. I erwtiki epithymia zwis-ws-shesis eukolotera sygheetai me tis anepignwstes parallaktikes metamfieseis tis sexoualikis enormisis. Enw stin periptwsi tou kallous, estw ki an i thelxi leitourgei me tous orous tis fysikis epithymias methexis-metalipsis-synousias (pws alliws naleitourgisei i enypostati sti fysi yparxi;), paramenei anypotakti i thelxi tou kallous se prokathorismous kai anagkaiotites tis fysis.


Christos Giannaras, Ontologia tis Shesis, Ikaros, 2004

"Emeis den katoikoume mia hwra, katoikoume mia glwssa"

Multidedicated fragments from a hypertext mind

...ki an epistrefw me tin tromokratia twn dakrywn na me ehei gia ta kala agaliasei stin ygri, zesti, panikovliti hwra, ki an epistrefw me pliges epoulomenes ap' ti ptwsi kai nees pliges ananoihtes pou me tromazoun, an epistrefw drapetis xopaska hwris tis violetes, hwris tis gardenies sou, ma m' apotypomenw sto dromo mou, san tou Leonard Cohen ton stoiho, t' agaliasma sou to hamogelwn, t' agaliasma sou to aylo pou prgmatwnetai tin praxi mesa apo tin ekfora tis -anikete twn amihanwn amihane kai esy tou hronou mastre- pws na epistrepsw sto here otan techno-logika ta daktyla mou mpousouloun, otan ta matia mou se herwnte kai otan sta ftia mou oi lexeis sou me tou whiskey tin aura -ekei anoikwmen, ekei: here, anakoinwste to koinwnwntas ta epi hartou vimata tou hwnemenou kapnou- ximerwnoun ta savvata kai tis defteres mou, kai i giorti kai i skoli xana ehei tin protokathedria, akoma kai stis aggareias to prostagma, akoma kai here, se poiou pia to here na hereafetithw afinwntas me to here, me ta daktyla, to melane na ihnografisei tin frasi "The human heart beautiful as a sesmograph", otan i ygri, zesti, panikovliti tromokratia twn dakrywn, oi ananoihtes pliges me exorizoun stin fygodikia tis kokkinomalas panw apo ton ahnisto kafe, kathws to tsai krywne afougrazwmeno ta tziztzikia. Monaha to here tou hronou tou Ezra Pound isws mporei na metrisei to stavrolexo tou hronou, kathws epistrefwntas epistrefw ex orismou kai chorometrisis stin poiesi kai stin evexapti ypomoni tis: One hour was sunlit and the most high gods / May not make boast of any better thing / Than to have watched that hour as it passed.
Hwris to krataio koinwniko tou kratous, me heria gemata pote nero kai pote ammo, gnwrimoi tou Escape! There is, O Idiot, no escape / (...) / It is our eyes you flee, not the city, epimenw:

Free us, for there is one
Whose smile more availeth
Than all the age-old knowledge of thy books:
And we would look thereon

Xorkizwntas tin ehemytheia tou here 'dear voyagers', fernw pisw tin mihani EOS Parajei D.

I monaxia den einai kati pou atimwriti perifroneis*

Na kataloigw na sou grafw Pempti, ahari mera, tis Magdalinis tis Myroforou, entos tis akyrwsis tou hnwtou mou me ton athetimeno logo, afou prospathisa ta matia sou to vrady na gyrisw, Pempti mesimeri, kali wra, tis astohias kai tou perigelou mia vdomada kai enas minas, antilamvanwmenos tin timwria tou fantasmatos pou agnoisa, tou fantasmatos pou me monous syggeneis efera eis peras, agnwontas perifronitika tin mi yli, ohi tin aniliki aylotita, to aithrio mias allis, allwte vradias, kai enos Avgoustou pou stoiheiwnei to kormi mou, ma tin mi yli tis egefalikis logikotitas pou ntythika kai vgika exw, pou ntythika nyhta kai vgika, 'cause I want to see people and I want to see lights. Den enagalizetai -poso mallon angaliazetai- o hronos pou afierwmenos sou harisa, akoma kai se xena kormia, se xena mpoukalia, se nea matia kai nees syntrives (syllavista o Enaretos efere eis peras to glykoharama pou ton etrefe me tin frasi "Kathe mia mia nea efkairia, Kathe mia mia nea syntrivi", etsi hwris telies, ma m'arhes) afou ta panta afiknywntan sto ginwmeno ap' to fantasma pou twra plirwnw. Stin zesti tou Mai, Maybe, kai xereis esy poso latrevw tin antigrafi, tin logoklopi, akoma kai apo tin ekfora tis prwimis idonis tou keimenou, tin klopi diladi tis eaytistikis ekforas tou narkissismou mou, otan i melissa skarfalwnei to throumpi kai to thymari, isws ara, ekei, i ekfora itan to here, pou twra hreonome here, apo here eidiko mou, i prosdiorisi tou aimatos, i taytopoiesi tou diafragmatos kai tis mesis kai katw ap' to laimo anatomias.
Tha antistrafw kai me tis liges lexeis mou, ane thes, tha me vreis koukouli.
Den ehw alles gefseis na riskarw.

*Antreas Christophedis

another morning, another scar

'Now some say he's doing
The obituary mambo
And some say he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing
That holds this man together
Some say he was never here at all' - Tom Waits, Swordfishtrombones

"Nothing that ever happened should be regarded as lost for history."

I istoria einai to antikeimeno mias domis tis opoias o khwros den einai o omoigenes, kenos hronos, ma o hronos o gematos me tin parousia tou twra [Jetztzeit]

Lian sintomos tha anakoinwthei kai i koinopioisi tis pioisis tou elahistou hartinou here eis ta Kypria gia ton vadizwn monodromimenes stoes, panoramata kai Napolitanika sokakia - ton pa|pou tou blog (pou allou, se poio allo here diladi, einai regina to Jetztzeit tou Benjamin pia?)- tou hartinou hartwmatos, tin episimopioisi diladi, tis porias tou a pros ton erwn erwta, to smiximo tou ombiou. Anameinate ara erwn eis tas othones kai eis ta gnwsta oino-alkoolo-kafe-psaro-khwritiria. Pros to paron

Alles aneseis tairiazoun simera s'emas
alloi kaimoi

... / Debris d'humanite pour l'eternite murs!

Ruines! ma famille! o cerveaux congeneres!
Je vous fais chaque soir un solennel adieu!
Ou serez-vous demain, Eves octogenaires,
Sur qui pese la griffe effroyable de Dieu?

"Les Petites Vieilles, IV" from Tableaux Parisiens

With my mind set on a moving violation

Not least, for Orestis and Sotos
[Eros oudama pilnatai | optais amme]:



(...)
And all the tales of Oisin says but this:
That man doth pass the net of days and hours.
Where time is shrivelled down to time's seed corn
We of the Ever-living, in that light
Meet through our veils and whisper, and of love.

O smoke and shadow of a darkling world,
These, and the rest, and all the rest we knew.

'Tis not a game tat plays at mates and mating,
'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,
'Tis not "of days and nights" and troubling years,
Of cheeks grown sunken and glad hair gone gray;
There is the subtle music, the clear light
Where time burns back about th' eternal embers.
We are not shut from all the thousand heavens:
Lo, there are many gods whom we have seen,
Folk of unearthly fashion, places splendid,
Bulwarks of beryl and of chrysoprase.

Saphire Benacus, in thy mist and thee
Nature itself's turned metaphysical,
Who can look on that blue and not believe?

(...)
Search not my lips, O Love, let go my hands,
This thing that moves as man is no more mortal.
If thou hast seen my shade sans character,
If thou hast seen that mirror of all moments,
That glass to all things that o'ershadow it,
Call not that mirror me, for I have slipped
Your grasp, I have eluded.

Ezra Pound, The Flame