A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)
Friday, December 31, 2004
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.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
division - see you soon in another cartoon
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Monday, December 13, 2004
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers
And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
nore does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
ugly, useless and over-inflated"[Nick Cave]
Katse jiame twra amilhtos je vlepe katw-
wspou na svhsei pou ta autia sou h fwnh(tou theou??)
pou etolmhse na tragoudhsei etsi prama,
h shkou spas'to gamhmeno to guali("m'an miniskw ston 6o pou na paw?")
h estw anapse mesa to fws-
eite n'antanaklatai panw sto guali to dwmatio(giati kammia fora-"eimai to dwmatio"-thumoumai)na to vlepeis ESY
eite na feggei pou eksw na to doun oi ALLOI(je prosekse tote na shei endiaferon,h endoia
h an tha koitakseis eksw (me svhsto panta to fws-en to k-oplo, ou!kolpo ennoousa)fkar'ta ta gualia(an tolmas) na doume ti apories pleon enna kamneis
ji an tha sou aksizei o...
ma gia ti stefani?
ki an to thes sou to xarizw
san oi trixes sou gduthoun
tholwnoune ta matia
na gineis xwma, lew
gia na dw ama th'anthisoun
opou koimh8eis oi kokkoi
to stefani an stefani tha to kaneis
ki otan pia den exeis podia
an tha kinh8eis esu(...)
etsi ji alliws
the show must go on,
omprelles ji etsi,
bang-bang i hit the ground
till human voices wake us,
oh come all you faithfull,
exaidefka shmera gia 5 lepta ena adespoto skulo-euxaristw thee mou pou esunanth8hkan oi anagkes mou me ena envio on(ji as men emilouse-mallon kalluttera-o pio kalos tropos na skotwseis ton erwta en o Logos),
merikes fores oneireukoumai na emporousa na men milw(but care what you wish for-pale)
Friday, December 10, 2004
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
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
And will you, friends, say that I sing
in ignorance, that I know nothing, yet sing? 
...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. 
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.
Sta protoselida tou erwta
O thanatos autwn pou zisan gia tin tehni /
Tin tehni tou eran 
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.
...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.
Pound Derrida Joyce Skourtis Benjamin Kane
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
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
stin epiklisi twn mythwn tis alligorias pou trefei tin Chora,Man(hat/e)an.
Poia alla edesmata mas menoun gia to esperas, Theia?
Monday, December 06, 2004
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
anjougia twn ekdilwsewn mou
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
Sunday, December 05, 2004
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...
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
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;
Saturday, December 04, 2004
could you please come over
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
// the voice and the kiss die last,
if you may.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
I would bathe myself in strangeness:
These comforts heaped upon me, smother me!
I burn, I scaldso for the new,
New friends, new faces,
Oh to be out of this,
This that is all I wanted
-save the new.
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,
Oh, sun enough!
Out and alone, among some
Aye we will // but what
to who are you shouting
O terrible names of the spirits. This is my last time. I cannot return here again.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
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...
Sunday, November 28, 2004
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.
e, pws alli/ws(x2) tetoi
Saturday, November 27, 2004
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
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
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
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
[e, eimai o gerimos.
No. 017407 Kind of Blue
WHAT CAN BE DONE IN THE ABYSS BUT TO TALK victor hugo
Friday, November 26, 2004
; pelagoi peloriwn parekklisewn me tin kiriakou pelagia; sfodres, ek tou plagiou, tou plagiou logou, parremvaseis, me splina
epiponi, aiman revston, akatasxeta akanoniston
exouthenomenos, exou kai touto, "ela esso pou dame"
1.tsak-key [swiss army knife], art-tziakkki, "art-tsithkia tis moulas", arxipelagoi makrosirtwn siwpwn remvazontas me ton skakistiko partener.
(paremvasi: "never put the queen and the king in parallel")
"and you that I call Dulcineon I seek to invent and find, and everafter bestow my heart to" ekvallomenos apo rithmous aftoepivallomenous, katratsillo me offtzieri tzillia tziai pou en na efkerisw, isws, me mia drashiellia, parwmiws me ton digeni akrita,parepiptontos en tis apousias tou den tha eixame tin petra tou rwmiou (kai en sinexeia to greek rock) i ton pentadaktilo, nna mes ta mathkia, paw sto supermarket. avevea (,) veviasmena
"in advance of a broken fan" i "in search of mary celeste" xarakwmena, kwmmenos, xarakwmenos -
revston, giaiman ("en na tou piw to giaima tou / oi giaima esou") ; 20p for the kid playing Lambada in S.Kensighton on his accordion, aggouri tou pinkou - i prospathia, odigoumeni sta pathoi, stavrwkopioume "arxaggele mou gavrihl.." kai sintoma stavronome, anastasi thee mou, panagia voitha - twn agiwn pantwn i tis poutanas, anathema, thima rogmwn stous themellious : katarrevsi /
etwn tziai ton niko
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
Crying: ‘This is my Creation’
Crow negotiates the edges.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
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.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
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
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
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
"Εσωστρεφης αν ελεγα οτι ειμαι, αυτο θα μπορουσε να ηταν σωστο, αν και αυτες οι στροφες εχουν μια περιεργη διαδικασια στην οποια ισως οφειλεται η σιωπη μου, που οπως προσπαθησα να πω ειναι μια σιωπη περισσοτερο εξ αποτελεσματος παρα εκ προθεσεως. Επειτα η σιωπη δεν ειναι ποτε σιωπη, τετοιο πραμα δεν υπαρχει, απο περιεργεια και μονο καθως εχω γυρισει αναποδα με το κεφαλι προς τα κατω και βυθιζομαι τεντωνω τ΄αυτι μου, παντα διαρκως καποιος μιλαει, διαρκως κανει θορυβο, αδυνατον να μην τον προσεξεις τελικα, αλλωστε για σενα προκειται, βεβαια το τι λεει δεν ειναι ολες τις φορες του χεριου σου , αλλα δεν ειναι δυσκολο να καταλαβεις οτι σε καθε επιπεδο που προσπερνας συνεχως συνεδριαζουν, πορτες ανοιγουν και κλεινουν δημιουργωντας ξαφνικα ρευματα, αγγελλιαφοροι σε προσπερνουν μ΄ενα ανεπαισθητο θροϊσμα, μεταφραστες αφηνουν καπου καπου ελαφριους αναστεναγμους απο την ταχυτητα- η μεταφραση σε γλωσσα συγκεκριμενου επιπεδου ειναι φαινεται απαραιτητη οσο δυσκολο κι αν ειναι αυτο-, εδω κι εκει ενας λιγμος απο καποιον μεταφραστη που εκανε λαθος κι αυτομαστιγωνεται σε μιαν ακρη σε κανει να σταματησεις για ενα δευτερολεπτο, λιγο απλωνεις το χερι με συμπονια αλλα αυτος σηκωνει το μαστιγιο απειλητικα προς το μερος σου, γρηγορα απομακρυνεσαι τοτε, δεν ειναι εντελως δικη σου δουλεια, δεν εισαι ακομα εντελως στο δικο σου χωρο, πιο κατω, πιο βαθεια περιμενει το δικο σου μαστιγιο, οι σημαντικες αποφασεις που σε αφορουν παντα τρεχουν πιο γρηγορα απο σενα, τους πρωτους-πρωτους αγγελιαφορους θα επρεπε να ειχες σταματησει, αλλα εσυ αντιθετα τους εκανες τοπο να περασουν, αυτοι που τωρα σε ξεπερνουν δε μεταφερουν παρα ασημαντα επικουρικα μυνηματα, δε μπορεις να κανεις τιποτα πια, αφηνεις λοιπον την ταχυτητα σου να σε παρασυρει, ειναι το πιο σοφο, ισωσ οι αποφασεις δεν ειναι και τοσο σκληρες, αλλωστε το μαστιγιο ειναι γνωστο απο παλια πως ευκολα κανεις το συνηθιζει, γρηγορα δε μπορεις να κανεις χωρις αυτο, με ευγνωμοσυνη φιλας το χερι που δε σε ξεχνα στη μοιρασια, κι επειτα στο κατω-κατω δικοι σου ανθρωποι ειναι, σχεδον μαζι μεγαλωσατε, λοιπον...adieu."
-me sugxwreite, amartanw)
amartanw thn ompr-
ELA kan-ontas mpastouni, vr-
EXONTAS sto pani´h sta m-
ATI- a mou tis istories, aprostateutes
MAZI ki ades-
POTE- s opw-
S TO- n taxu-
DROMO ´h eme-
NA me skalismena ta
MHN- umata ki aparaviasta, omws akoma den e-
"TO ONEIRO ARXIZEI AMA TA PODIA PARADWSEIS"
Monday, November 22, 2004
...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
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.
pou eperimena to leoforio to 12 (beeston je university campus)
pou en irte potte -
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!)
Sunday, November 21, 2004
σα σφαγμένο βόδι
και το φεγγάρι είναι ένα πράσινο φανάρι
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.
da, akoute re
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.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Efharistw tin hari ki apologoume lypimenos pou kratisa tous karpous sou.
Wish you were and then again may
-w mai, my!-
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.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
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
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
arxise na vlasteni; Pes mou, th' anthisi efeto;
come, that I may
kiss you my
turn off the
that my heart
come to the
that I may watch
thy semolina face
ela sto parathiri
akousa pou traoudas
Monday, November 15, 2004
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.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Mou // E aMMA P(O)IA
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
Sunday, October 31, 2004
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 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
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
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
when they come around you are
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... 
Martin Heidegger, if it's of any importance.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
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
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,
where the ear slips into
thinking you were
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
-I beg your pardon?
-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
Monday, October 25, 2004
njoy.-i provide sub
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..
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
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?
Monday, October 18, 2004
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?
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.
12xTequila shots with orange and cinnamon
4xBlack Bush with two ice-cubes
2xalcoholic milko/toffee cream [em, am, sorry!]
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
Sunday, October 17, 2004
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.
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
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,
Saturday, October 16, 2004
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? 
Shall I, am, again?
Two death - and to stop loving and being lovable,
That is the real death, The other is little beside it. 
 J. Derrida, 'Psychoanalysis Searches'
 Ezra Pound 'Impressions of Francois-Marie Arouet (De Voltaire)'
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.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
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
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
Agwn-i-a; / gia mia alli fora.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
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.
But is naming sufficient? (...)
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
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
Monday, October 11, 2004
"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
Sunday, October 10, 2004
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.
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
Το θάνατο τον προτιμώ
- ποιος πάει για το καλύτερο ο θεός το ξέρει".
Saturday, October 09, 2004
The work of mourning: Adieu, αντίο Jacques Derrida
'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.' 
'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.' 
'...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...' 
 Jacques Derrida, 'Adieu: Emmanuel Levinas'
 Jacques Derrida, '(In Memorium) Paul De Man'
 Jacques Derrida, 'Text read at Louis Althusser's Funeral'
[Yiannh S. Xrusoulh]
Thursday, October 07, 2004
thrax a tax
wholes near you
hear him:he 'lone the moan
na ta metakomis
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
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.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
'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.
Monday, October 04, 2004
maybe - when am wait
ing for your nonapear
ance i spend
though is it a waste) they woke me up this morning
practicaly though i was not asleep 06:00.
b like we lear
ed to do. txts+emails+blogs(kali wra!)
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'-
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?
lalei jai i woolf allo to prasino sti fysi ki allo stin
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)
// fovame agapi mou akoma kai na to grapsw gia touto kai x
zw to stis chorolexeis. Anti sta (here
sta m /gl-ing:|| des telika to graphe
Sunday, October 03, 2004
ti enna ta kami. touta
of his. rain
poor out his. shoe
my heart is in my shoe
I went and set the Thames on fire
lambron. pou ekapse
she's laughing in her sleeve at me
I can feel it in my bone
of her. rain
all covered up my
glass. full of
[Because I learned to be alone boys
I lay my head, boys
I will call my home.]
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
ta psila kai ta
me to fili kai tin paraxeni
yposhesi sto stoma
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.
Friday, October 01, 2004
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!
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
'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.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
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:
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
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Friday, September 24, 2004
Thursday, September 23, 2004
melodia tou aposperiti
augerini i poreia
θέλω πουλί μου,
[sparmeno ston anemo]
Γιατί όταν σου μιλώ,
Αρχίζει της καρδιάς το
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
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.
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.
(...) 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.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
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
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
e la nave va
Monday, September 20, 2004
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.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
pushing back the tears
kai sfiggwntas to hamogelo
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
Toulahiston esy eihes to tharos.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Monday, August 23, 2004
O Beethoven drwmenos
O RFK stin kouzina
O Nick Cave nero sta roz
poukamisa mas straight to you.
milies stous pezo
Katastrefw tin akoi mou gia hari tou my
Perkimon to perkalon sou proswpo an
Mesa pou tin nothkia twn aisthitirwn /
askisi ston po
Saturday, August 21, 2004
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
Thursday, August 19, 2004
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.
Eikonografimenes opisthografiseis pistwsis tin wra touti
Anazitwntas psifia /
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
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
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Thursday, August 12, 2004
"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.
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Friday, August 06, 2004
Thelw na mou leipsoun
opws mou leipoun oi
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
Thelw ton heimwna sou.
Den mporeis na xefygeis radiofwnika
ap' tous zizirous.
Paroxysmos oi 'oi'-
Otan i fwni omws sou milaei na akoueis Leykwsia
Liga pramata paramenoun akoma stin thesi tous
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 istoria pou pote den tha ginei diki mas pou exargyrwnetai;
Rwtiste sto Tahydromeio.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
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.
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
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