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)

Sunday, February 01, 2004

two or three things... [from within this pain]

"yparhw akatastallahtos
miswntas, ti nyhta, to hazoharoumeno nero."


"ti to 'thela ekeino to egertirio, ewthino koniak;"**


kai tha milouse, dioti den leei na (to) epi-sterpsoume ws/sto psychografima, ohi ws tritos enikos, ki oute ws proto prosopo, ma tha milouse mesa apo to mono esy pou ixere, to esy ton defterwn prosopwn pou einai panta ekeinoi, ohi oi alloi, ma esy, esy, esy, oloi toutoi oi gyrw tou, ta stigmata, ta traces tou, (e) aftou, pou ite katoikousan stis nees ekklisies, tous topous tou kallous tis neoterikotitas ["Bookshops function as churches once did: they encourage amours, love at first sight, secret meetings. Affinities call out to each other, correspondances are forged, a mystical understanding springs up between two beings who, a few minutes earlier, knew nothing of one another." - From To she who is absent, Linda Le, "Time Out Book of Paris Walks" (christo), bold emphasis added], i pou ton perikiklonoun, pianoun posta stis gwnies, san rwssika eikonostasia, hartines eikones - selidodiktes, horis i seira na einai vathmo-logiki.

Me afta the milouse (p-0-ia?) afou (pia) dokimase na epi-strepsei ma o ponos itan aforitos, dokimase na xana-p(i)ei, na xana-milisei (me tous filous tou, dioti itan filioi tou, kai itan nai, sta alitheia 'syngenneis', ohi omws kai 'o monos [mas] syngenneis' - to epanalamvanei: den yparhei syngenneia kata monas, den yparhei syngenneis monos, i monadikos, o syngenneis den einai 'syn-trofos' / 'syn-trofimos', ma den einai tis wras touta twra, nai dokimase, he tried, he tasted (it/Id) ma o ponos, oh! o ponos itan aforitos gia na synehisei (panta entos tou). Sykwti, stomahi, diafragma, plevra kai elkos: a cacophony of a mass. Etsi, mila me ta deftera proswpa, sampling, if it is more to your liking, more to your taste, sampling deftera proswpa:

[...it is the text’s very uselessness that is useful, as a potlatch.
Roland Barthes]


"But the faces of the living, all grimace and flush, can they be described as objects?" Samuel Beckett, First Love

"For an instant I see the sky, the differnt skies, then they turn faces, agonies, loves, happiness too, yes, there was that too, unhappily. Moments of life, of mine too, among others, no denying, all said and done. Happiness, what happiness, but what deaths, what loves, I knew at the time, it was too late then. Ah to love at your last and see them at theirs, the last minute loved ones, and be happy, why ah, uncalled for. No but now, now, simply stay still, standing before a window, one hand on the wall, the other clutching your shirt, and see the sky, a long gaze, but no, gasps and spasms, a childhood sea, other skies, another body." Samuell Beckett (again!), Old Earth

"Ever tried? Ever failed? No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." Samuel Beckett (yet again!!)

"The future can only be anticipated in the form of an absolute danger. It is that which breaks absolutely with constituted normality and can only be proclaimed, presented, as a sort of monstrosity. For that future world and that within it which will have put into question the values of the sign, word, and writing, for that which guides our future anterior ['twn tetelesmeno melonta mas', metafrazei o Papagiwrgis], there is yet no exergue." Jacques Derrida, Of Grammatology

"Ypathei enas tropos na aporeis enw empistevesai. Ki auto ton tropo ton psilafoume mono ston erwta. O erwtas simainei pisti, empistosyni, autoparadosi...Ta simainomena leitourgoun horis simainonta. Einai moni i glwssa tis anaforas, i glwssa tou pothou...Afti pou milane stis siwpi tis 'mias sarkas'." Christos Giannaras, Sholio sto Asma Asmatwn

(>sto poiima, to poiima, ponima!)


"His footsteps took him to the sailor's tavern he knew, a bad spot. He ordered a whisky and sat down in a corner. Here was no one: no lunatics to jeer at him, no sane people to encourage or exhort him, not even a piano this time, only the world of ghosts coming closer, but in order not to come too close, always another drink; he was having a hell of a good time...It was dark, the darkness was full of vibrations.. Returning to the saloon he picked out a secluded place to sit, where they brought his whisky.

But feeling he was being watched, even there, he moved later, drink in hand, to the very obscurest corner of the bar, where, curled up like an embryo, he could not be seen at all." Malcom Lowry, Lunar Caustic

"Sigbjorn finished his fifth unregenerated grappa and suddenly gave a loud laugh, a laugh which, as if it had realised itself it should become something more respectable, turned immediately into a prolonged - though on the whole relatively pleasurable- fit of coughing..." Malcom Lowry, Strange Comfort Afforded by the Profesion

" (sto niko d. karouzo)

to alkool sou didaskei ti diarkeia,
eipe o poiitis,
geros omiros tis tyhis kai geros vrahos ieros
aihmalwtos tou ouisky
fygas theothen kai alitis
(...)
oloi tha pethanoume kapote,
alla to alkool kanei wraia kolpa me to hrono,
eipe o poiitis
(...)"

"einai kai i oulitida, to asthma, i monika, oi amorroides.
einai kai i exypnada pou pige peripato
stin allilografia
einai kai to talento pou skotwthike stous asteriskous,
toswn hazwn kai toswn mataiwn yposimeiwsewn.
ante na vreis kouragio twra gia kolpa hontra,
gia astraftera hamogela kai dimosies emfaniseis.
na tin vgaloume kathari to heimona,
na tin skapoularoume kat'arhin,
ki afinoume gi' arotera, mwro mou,
yperatlantika poker kai ypogeia kazina." Ikaros-G. Mpampasakis (sic), apo ta 'Eikosi Alkoolika Diapisteftiria', hosmena mesa sta' Skoteina Topia', Ekdoseis Eratw, 1985 (ap' opou kai ta **)

me to teleftaio fws tou apogevmatos paw na dw stylografous/

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