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)

Saturday, January 22, 2005

en grisa oulla giro mas

tse eno ego kathe mera oulli mera grafo grafo grafo tes agrafes skepsis sta gri pezodromia. lalite gi afto nan gri? lalite na grafoun ti egine pou estripsa dexia anti aristera pou en sas ixera pou en me xerete i gia ti mera pou ekatalava ego oti mpori na ime hromatisti tse oi diafani?

A man cut from the future
is waiting for me in the rain.
The walls are undressed
and left like a child,
the past is packed for transit
in its familiar box. Later I ask him
did you know I would find you?
am I no longer alone?
He kisses me among the selves
that never made it this far.

[Flowers - Polly Clarke]

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Going Public

Tripse me me traxana

Thursday, January 13, 2005


Ezra Pound

Horizontal on a deckchair in the ward
of the criminal mad....A man without shoestrings clawing
the Social Credit broadside from your table, you saying,
"...here with a black suit and black briefcase; in the brief,
an abomination, Possum's hommage to Milton."
Then sprung; Rapallo, and the decade done;
and three years later, Eliot dead, you saying,
"Who's left alive to understand my jokes?
My old Brother in the arts...besides, he was a smash of a poet."
You showed me your blotched, bent hands, saying, "Worms.
When I talked that nonsense about Jews on the Rome
wireless, Olga knew it was shit, and still loved me."
And I, "Who else had been in Purgatory?"
You, "I began with a swelled head and end with swelled feet."

- Robert Lowell

Monday, January 10, 2005


"- ok?"
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door -
"Eisai moni sou;" "pareta me tes malakies, apla pe mou" "O Salvadore en pou to Dhali."
Ton jairo mou, eperpatousame, me kappelo jai bastouni. Imastoun oulloi tou Godot.
Pinw to krasi tou yia na ksemethisw. Pinw poura yia na katharisw tous pneumones mou. Thkiavazw vivlia yia na arrwstisw.

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

and suddenly the world became that much smaller. And the Panic that much heavier.
Back to t/here, put back into the arche. Lania. Pamen Lania. Pamen Lania yia na...
and I'm sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing

"Are you-" "Sil-""Goo-""Do you - ""Oh Thank You" "Pou en i a-" I learnt the dash from emily.
Not Michaelangelo, but talking, talking, talking. to amathus eginen ksenodoxeio. jai oi ninjas indexicals. makari na imoun egw enan indexical. mballerina indexical.

Ahhhh. Twra tha pamen express! Ox! Den eksouristika!
This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

thkiavazoun mas jai grafoumen tous: enta pou thoreis re St. Clare?

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