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)

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

D/amazing post (Homage to you two of SUNDAY)

Small talk comes from small bones

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

Would you like to go to

death with

, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane. Fine feelplay we had of it mid the kissabetts...

...and making her love with his stuffstuff inthe languish of flowers and feeling to find was she mushymushy, and wasn't that very both of them, the saucicissters, a drahereen o machree!, and (peep!) meeting waters most improper (peepette!) ballround the garden, trickle trickle trickle triss, please, miman, may I go flirting? farmers gone with a groom and how they used her, mused her, licksed her and cuddled. I differ with ye! Are you sure of yourself now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not and you're another. And Lully holding their breach of peaxe for them. Pool loll Lolly! To give and to take1 And to forgo the pasht! And all will be forgotten! Ah ho! It was too bad to be falling about her kindness pet and the shape of OOOOOOOO Ourang's time. Well all right, Lelly. And shakeahand. And schenksumore. For Craig sake. Be it suck.


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.

FW, 96:11-35

e, pws alli/ws(x2) tetoi

Saturday, November 27, 2004


Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)— though some savants make earth include the sky; and blue so far above us comes so high, it only gives our wish for blue a whet.
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


Words, what are they? One tear will say more than all of them.

Schubert.Or Blanchot: Always returning upon the paths of time, we are neither ahead nor behind: late is early, near is far. Giati zwi einai oi alloi kai zwi einai otan oi alloi s' akoumpan ki otan gyrnoun pros esena kai ta swmata ton anthrwpwn. Cheimwnas.

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

Untill the end of the world

J43, 5: The immagination, that queen of the faculties
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


Friday, November 26, 2004


19 sto patwma
to thymo sou ki an thelw /
monaha to fili sou pethymw
hwris teleies
dyskola metafrazete to that still sobbing place

episis se fotografia to nero kai to 13% kai to psesino

nyhta // t' asterakia hamw

skepsis, or: writing what i bloody well want to

“the poem dreams of being written without the pronoun ‘I’.” - Harper

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
The agony
Crying: ‘This is my Creation’

Crow negotiates the edges.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

sing willow, green willow, oh willow!

She read, she said, we drunk, i ate, he did not shave, i read:
In November, for September's nights // at least

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Penis erectus non habet conscientiam

"A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory" John Keats

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.

"Pws pernas?"

Tuesday, November 23, 2004


Diladi [V]
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


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
b just
for now

Monday, November 22, 2004


Pai/zw (i pe-hwris to 'n' ma skandalothirikos ekei, here christo- zw) still akoma mes to chaos twn vivliwn. Me tin vrohi kai tin skoni, ton aera kai tin anpnoi sou. Xeskonizw ton Imero kai Klinopali (me iwta) pou mou thymizoun oi grafes, oi engraphes, ta simadia, ta stigmata, to pharmakon:
...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

//pafsi telefonou
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 ws pou? (pentzikis + psixaris)

pou eperimena to leoforio to 12 (beeston je university campus)
pou en irte potte -
pou-thena! ws
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

ma, theleis na peis - pws?

apogeuma, me to krasi ap'to epses, saxtouris:
Κόκκινο φεγγάρι
ούρλιαζε δεμένο
σα σφαγμένο βόδι

και το φεγγάρι είναι ένα πράσινο φανάρι
γεμάτο οινόπνευμα...

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.

Prepei kapoios na milisei gia ta solo caffeinis kai ta heimwniatika tsigara, gia ta treia dwmatia kai ta efta shots, prepei kapois na milisei diladi na diavasei diladi na grapsei gia ton heimwna tou apogevmatos kai ta idrwmena deipna mas, prepei kapoios na afisei na eishorisoun diladina ekreysoun oi fysalides kai oi paranyhides pou mas perivalloun gia na men mas parei o thkiaolos jai na mas sikwsei oulous da
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

An to simera xekina apo to htes, tote tha kratisw to agrio vlemma sou kai ta dakrya mas, ta salia mas stin apousia sou, kai tin ypovathmismeni thesi tis caffeinis stin therapia tis maniokatathlipsis kai tis melan/holias.
Efharistw tin hari ki apologoume lypimenos pou kratisa tous karpous sou.

Wish you were and then again may
-w mai, my!-
be here

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

11:48 com/plex-i-on | To symplegma twn 11:48

Prolamvanwnontas to pisogyrisma, to klosma, zevgari + crowd, koino, stuck in the middle with you, mouhrwnontas to roz mias enarktirias vdomadas metrias alkoolis, ypermegethwn dakrywn -an einai pote dynaton post-p(i)m/ply- ximerwmatwn kai apogevmatwn, deipnwn kai xypniwn, tis myrwdias tou patrikou fthinoporou kai tou freskou vivliou, prwto mina hwris tu, yet again footnoted, appendixed i teleti tou unpasteurised sta matia, sta myala and at our so(u)les, blobing bobing blogs, passengers tou enaeriou patimatos kai tou anisihou protovgaltou potiriou, tis vrohis, tou kryou kai tou kouvalitou simulacrum iliou, m' ompreles ma kai hwris, palio-mariners, e symplwrites, 11
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,

selida evrethin kommeni mes to vivlio

Kino to lipsano pou fitepses ston kipo sou ton allo xrono,
arxise na vlasteni; Pes mou, th' anthisi efeto;

come, that I may
kiss you my
dark hair
turn off the
that my heart

come to the
window girl
of glass
that I may watch
thy semolina face

ela sto parathiri
xrisomallousa mou
akousa pou traoudas
hava xaroumeno

Monday, November 15, 2004

Epistrophe (neither Theloniusly, nor Haroldly)

kalo/ston D(errida).
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


Min spatalas tin pnoi pou sou harise / touti i anasa

G. Seferis 'Therino Iliostasi'

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

mat(i-A)O-!-theu/o [D/Tanke x2] OR 69 c-d

(...)to meta touto thniton swma afti perietorneysan ohima te pan to swma edosan allo te eidos en aytw psyches proswdokomoun to thniton, deina kai anagkai en eaytw pathimata ehon, prwton men idonin, megiston kakou delear, epeita lypas, agathwn fygas, eti d' aytou tharros kai fovon, afrone symvoulw, elpida d' eyparagwgon, aisthisei de alogwkai epiheiriti pantos erwti sygkekerasmenoi tayta, anagkaiws to thniton genos synethesan.(...)isthmon kai oron dioikodomisantes tis te kefali kai tou stithous, ayhena metaxy tithentes, in eie chwris.

Se Plus
Mou // E aMMA P(O)IA
je gio


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?

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