And so it goes and/or *'Monaksia jismou!'

Gia tis Alexandras to essay 'The Waste Land in motion' pou mou estille/
ke a-prattontas toso jero na grapsw, afirimenos ws ek toutou tou self-reflexive negation gia to opoio grafei o Eliot (je pollwn allwn/je polloi alloi), skeptomenos ton Wittgenstein je ton Nick Cave, tha grapsw - elpizw-:
Grafei i Alexandra:
Eliot starts with “Unreal City,” the capitalization suggesting a name of a real city, but the meaning of the name negating the reality of such a city. Already we have an image being undermined by its very name, that then reappears on line 207, and is then left unfinished on line 377: “Falling towers / Jerusalem Athens Alexandria / Vienna London / Unreal.” By associating real cities of past and present with the self-negating “Unreal City”, Eliot calls into question the reality of those cities themselves. He is by no means saying that they do not exist, but is suggesting that the Jerusalem, Athens and Alexandria of the past are perceived in such a way that is not true, or real.

Daneizomenos (unreally?) ton stixo tou Eliot pou to Prufrock 'nor was meant to be' skeftoume pws o Eliot kalei or calls into question (ti thriliki ekfrasi/idea!) the unreality of those cities (which are actually concepts/'broken images' of the past) into a question-answer game. Je dame (here diladi) erkete to self-reflexitivity tou unreal.
'Unreal' or 'I'
Pou ti stigmi pou leeis 'I' (laloun osoi oi pistoi tou Wittgenstein akolouthoi) simenei oti Allready(even though unready) iparxeis epeidi akrivws 'I' is a referential term, it self-refers to the very 'token' used, opws aman les 'now', 'today', 'here'- self-reflexive tokens. These pure indexicals are complete and need not be completed by a demonstration or ostensive reference to anything else. Je (prospathw) eksigw:
Aman grafei o Eliot 'Unreal' i idia i leksi (token) mporei na eks-igithei mono self-reflexively. If 'I' can be defined in terms of 'the person who utters this token/who says 'I'', to idio me to Unreal: Unreal can be defined in terms of the thing/the no-thing who/which says/means 'Unreal''.
Je touton to, If I may, to Unthing akrivws psaxnei je o Eliot, je -nomizw- i Alexandra:
Tiresias is in fragments before appearing in whole, fused with the rapist, “foresuffering” the sex/rape scene that follows between the typist and the clerk. In this way, Tiresias is not the protagonist of the poem, but rather, part of its shifting system, himself foreseen before his appearance.

To Unreal City tou Eliot mporei na eksigithei mono cyclically/ aman les Unreal proiparxei to real - ena real pou ennen pragmatiko mias je eine en genei je en idi unreal. Je dame thimoume ton demetri pou eipe gia sigkeneis, self-reflexive:
den yparhei syngenneia kata monas, den yparhei syngenneis monos, i monadikos, o syngenneis den einai 'syn-trofos' / 'syn-trofimos' ('two or three things... [from within this pain]'-Sunday, February 01, 2004)

Je en mporw na milw gia touto to Unreality tis idias tis glwssas (en-telei) pou mporei na eks(w)igithei mono mesa pou ton idio tis ton eauto, je na men kataliksw/pale na milisw gia tin Monaksia. Tin monaksia MAS (na, idi, to prwto negation/pure indexical), gia tin monaksia pou (san leksi-sin-grafomeni) iparxei molis tin grapseis ara eksafanizete opws to Unreal pou ti stigmi pou to grapseis/peis/skefteis en pio alithino pou to unreal. Alla egw en tha milisw gia toutin tin monaksia alla gia tin allin, ne tin allin, tin perpetual, yet yes In Perpetuum.
Grafei o Kaknavatos:
'Ypersintelikos st' apsenti lofio tou
feggarovotanou pali monos
in perpetuum
aniforizw dixws sou ton pagetwna
pou eisai?
sou 'lega pws to mesonixti einai apo sin-
nefo gia touto kathete sta matia gia
touto pia lousmeno ston idrwta tou san
pou' kane to xreos tou pou esfakse
isixazei twra to maxairi
pou eisai?
w pws fisaei anamesa stis lekseis afise
panw tous t'auga tou o anemos to xwma
ksexwse to soi tou den perniete o kala-
miwnas tosoi iskioi
Tha rthei me fidia i galini
pou eisai?
Ti erimia
oute taksi
oute to fantasma mou
pou eisai?'

Unreal, ne, na milas monos sou, na rwtas monos sou, na grafeis ke na xamogelas/kathe sou kafes ke fotografia/ kathe dromaki tis polis sou nane omoikatalikto!

Socrates to Theaetetus: 'And if someone thinks mustn't he think something?'
Th.: 'Yes, je must.'
Soc.: 'And if he thinks something, mustn't it be something real?'
Th.: 'Apparently.'
(Theaetetus 189a; Part I, p.518)

Na min eine i monaksia san Kalokairi (unreal mes tin omixli tou fevrari)/ta kalokairia pou tha 'rthoun
To kalokairi mas krataei ksipnious
ap to roxalisma twn fullwn
tou xeimwna twn noimatwn i tin animpori
mpora - gimni ke ipogeia, aneksantliti
diarrikti ke athampwti i fwni
sou:
'tha me dw na se perimenw'
na min eine tis vroxis to mourmourito
to fagwma tis sarkas; oxi
i diaolotrofi twn essw mas oneirwn,
ta terata pou kouvalisame stis rages mas na
min einai ki auta
i monaksia. e?

Grafei o Gkatsos:
'Mia panagia mian agapi mou exw kleisei
s'erimoklisi alargino
kathe vradia tis kardias ti porta anoigw
koitazw ligo ke proskinw
Pote tha'rthei to kalokairi
pote t'asteri th'anastithei
na sou foresw sta malia xriso stefani
san pirofani st'akrogialia'

Touta oulla/poses lekseis/poses wres/posa tsigara spatalisa panw sou, monaksia na se dw, na se anteksw pou monos mou/ monaksia Unreal. Je den eine to 'perpetual solitude' (oso arrwsto je an akouete) mia aisia, omorfi eksodos? Na mporesoume na xwrisoume tin monaksia? na tin poume aisiodoksi? Oxi - en nomizw. Na tin valoume se xrono? I monaksia en jeu/epi skinis, (t)here eis to ombion.
Grafei O Levenson je grafei i Alexandra:
“The Waste Land expands its historical view and just when it seems to have established a coherent temporal standpoint it expands again… The widening perspectives cannot be regarded as concentric circles which enclose and confirm one another…To the facile opinion that The Waste Land opposes the present to the past, one must immediately rejoin, which past?”

Akrivws!

Na min eine i monaksia a coherent In perpetuum circle? Na min eine Unreal City? (there is more besides London): grafei o Nick Cave:
There is a town
Where I was born
Far far away
Across the sea
And in that town
Where I was born
I would dream
That one day
I would leave
And cross the sea
And so it goes
And so it seems
That God lives only in our dreams
In our dreams
And now I live
In this town
I walk these dark streets
Up and down, up and down
Under a dark sky
And I dream
That one day
I'll go back home
(Nocturama, 'There is a town')

*men masheste, enna ginei re-edited - akoma en eipa tipote.