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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.

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.

I want to drow(this) but i can't:
Take(your head)-off and crush

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

"Oh, when will you ever learn
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 endoiafair-on[what?]h parastash)
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...


YMNOS

Ena stefani-
ma gia ti stefani?
ki an to thes sou to xarizw

Ouranoferto kefali'
kserw
san oi trixes sou gduthoun
tholwnoune ta matia

Na kaeis
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
na kinhsoun
an tha kinh8eis esu(...)

etsi ji alliws
the show must go on,
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
omprelles ji etsi,
bang-bang i hit the ground
till human voices wake us,
oh come all you faithfull,
gling-glong,
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)

Hush.

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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

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

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

=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?

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

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.

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;

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.