έβρεχε όλη νύχτα-

a poetic sunction: first thing that happens to me in the morning; along -its been so long- with phrases of last night, though eternal they seem, heard phrases glyphed in my notebook, or better in my notetext. metafraseis /and or parafraseis tautoxronws:
My words grow like cherry trees blossom
i
twn stixwn mou to apanthisma
tis amigdalias to anthisma

san apo patima magikou koumpiou, tixea tixea o mallarme: tou prwinou i apogoiteusi, tis nixtas i egkatalipsi, a trail of light now, en route:

SALUTATION
Nothing! this foam and virgin verse
to designate nought but the cup;
such, far off, there plunges a troop
Of many Sirens upside down.
We are navigating, my diverse
Friends! I already on the poop
You the splendid prow which cuts
The main of thunders and of winters;

A fine ebriety calls me
Without fear of its rolling
To carry, upright, this toast

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


"LACE PASSES INTO NOTHINGNESS ..."
Lace passes into nothingness,
With the ultimate Gamble in doubt,
In blasphemy revealing just
Eternal absence of any bed.
This concordant enmity
Of a white garland and the same,
In flight against the pallid glass,
Hovers and does not enshroud.

But where, limned gold, the dreamer dwells,
There sleeps a mournful mandola,
Its deep lacuna source of song,

Of a kind that toward some window,
Formed by that belly or none at all,
Filial, one might have been born.
(Stephane Mallarme)

i anorthodoksi xara tis anagnwsis, solar ke oudeis, paralogiasma, de dicto:
members of the
Society of the Friends of the Text

'Θα πάω κι ας μου βγει και σε κακό'

'Όπου και να σας βρίσκει το κακό, αδελφοί,
όπου και να θολώνει ο νους σας,
μνημονεύετε Διονύσιο Σολωμό
και μνημονεύετε Αλέξανδρο Παπαδιαμάντη.
Η λαλιά που δεν ξέρει από ψέμα
θ' αναπαύσει το πρόσωπο του μαρτυρίου'
(Οδυσσέας Ελύτης)