On intellectualism

Kalimera kamilari. Kathomai stin Frankfourti jai petasete o kathe egglezos jai poloneza na poun "...and I am sure Jacque would agree with me..." File mou, I'm not so sure, so please, sit down, shut up, men mou psallis oti en oulla mian ideologia [Eimai siouri oti apenanti pou to krevati tou eshei mia fotografia tou D jai kathe nuxta avlanizete tsirilontas jacque jacque, watch me always already write/jack myself into existence]. Miloun miloun, egw metrw tes meres, ta xronia, 23 15 10 156, telika uparxei wra, a? Simera ematha oti areskoun mou ta poiimata epidi apla thelw na ta grafw egw - sampos jai en to iksera idi. Get rid of is, concentrate on being, Hide-edgar in olson's closet, tell me the truth - i now pronounce you --- stroke language away, or enter its abode. Yia mia stigmi exw wra na skeftw, prin na ppesw pou tin mian grammi stin epomeni, Piss-on Cantos, slam duncan, let the fish go, disperse the fragment...

enna grafoun yia mas?
oksa yia mia zwi enna grafoumen yia jinous?

apou 'shis choran diavene -

three poems for a chora-iti

ksero, pws eine tipote ol'auta ke pws i glwssa
pou milw den exei alfavito

I can't go into the meaning of the dream
except to say a sense of total Loss
afflicted me therof:
an absolute disappearance of continuity & love
and children away at school,
the weight of the cross,
and everything is what it seems.

There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.

a pou na xatheis, chora

Poetry today shows a strong inclination towards silence

You were my death:
you I could hold
when all fell away from me.

-

Your face quietly shrinks away
if suddenly
there is lamplike brightness inside me,
at the point where most painfully one says, No.

-
THE ALREADY-WRITTEN hollows itself,
already-
the
spoken,
sea-green, burns in the coves,

-
The weightless,
so weightless
Rings
of souls.

a fond adieu, JD.

dead man's laughter

zing boom. what's the use. wow bam said the cyber pixie.
whatever you do, life is hell said wendy cope.
love is like falling, and falling is like this said the not-pretty girl.

and then they parted and went to their respective homes to clean their respective dirty dishes.

falling and flying are near-identical sensations: vzoum pong. pink. ink: je ksana pou arkeis, w kalokeri(a) na rtheis. I am very bothered when I think (of the bad things I have done in my life.)

Επίλογος

Oι στίχοι αυτοί μπορεί και νά 'ναι οι τελευταίοι
Oι τελευταίοι στους τελευταίους που θα γραφτούν
Γιατί οι μελλούμενοι ποιητές δε ζούνε πια
Aυτοί που θα μιλούσανε πεθάναν όλοι νέοι
Tα θλιβερά τραγούδια τους γενήκανε πουλιά
Σε κάποιον άλλον ουρανό που λάμπει ξένος ήλιος
Γενήκαν άγριοι ποταμοί και τρέχουνε στη θάλασσα
Kαι τα νερά τους δεν μπορείς να ξεχωρίσεις
Στα θλιβερά τραγούδια τους φύτρωσε ένας λωτός
Nα γεννηθούμε στο χυμό του εμείς πιο νέοι.

(Manwlis Anagnwstakis)

grafei plunderphone

Igma: And presence?

Oswald: Presence in two senses. One: of the present, a pop now. The sources were all recorded in the past ten years, the dawn of compact discs, music videos, & beyond. They are recordings of popular contemporary quasi-performances of modern songs.

Two: I'm using the word presence also in a sense of physical immediacy, which comes from the technique of electroquoting being used, which entails cloning, making exact replicas of the sources, & maintaining the precise quality of the digital masters throughout the process of recomposition.

perizhtith perigrafh

Ti to kanes to maxairi?

Empty Kitchen. Sound of door unlocking.
Enter young male from stage right.
Crosses kitchen and opens drawer. Looks in. Shuts it.
Opens second drawer.
Rummages.
Takes out big carving knife.
Shuts drawer. Walks back off stage right.
Sound of door locking followed by sound of shower running.

Sit down, stand up, Now here is the news:

To bzzz telika akoustiken i wra 07:50 anti epses, tzai meta pou eksi mhnes katalabeis oti to enstikto sou htan swsto. Me tosa mhnhmata pleon... ate ais-sixtir.
Malakismenh eisai tzai fainese, ftou! idika mes'se tzinous tous kabafiakous toixous.
And besides, I thought your name was Elisa Day, stop speaking that male dialect, how small do you feel?
Poli se poli, misw tin poli, katse re mitsi, you aint seen nothing yet, trabas pisw, niwthw to, tzai sfiggoun ta rammata, kops'ta-kops'to, prin na xtupisoun thn porta,
Ma en ekatalabes re;

[But where did foxy joyce bury his grandmother?
googlegooglegooglegoo]
etrampare me re file
trampa on the trampoline

[There's a hole in my life/bucket/doughnut/cheese]

Ston villo mou an eisai perizhtitos, e eutuxws pou stamatisen na vreshei, tzai fkhken tzai o hlios

san to
san tooo
santo
entalos eni?
san ton Blake.

not-city

ekswthen ke peripou,
stin Poli pou nistepsa,
to Gramma sou me fernei p'esso sou,
anapodwnta polews ousies:

'I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.'

o Megas Erwtikos, aksestos kai anaudos en meri,
ta krifa sou paramithia, tou iliggou alitheia (iliggos!)

'Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.'

mipws paeis i mipws erxese? - kaneis na figeis - katse katse wspou na figeis.
gerasmeni poli, wspou gernas pellaniskeis.

(prosexete, nomizw oti thkiavazoun mas akoma)

kalos to kalojari. akoma en exrisimopiisa kamila, oute ll(lllll?)ama, (mmm alpaca!), alla eftasa ws tin poli me liges diskolies. distixos en tha kamw bloom fetos, tou xronou pou enna eimai pio monterna enna'shei parapanw fasi. emblektika me tes metafrasis, me tes aitisis, me tous beatles, me tes skepsis tou athkiaserou, jai perimenw sas mes'sto waiting room tis Bishop.

[ODE TO OED
if i had known the word
"comedogenic"
when i was 15,
i would have used it
all the time]

k-ubris

en kala pou lalei toutos.

omb[leave]ion

no-mad(ic) writing comes to an end

eipa na chekkarw to ombion simera, twra pou eftasa sto glyko potamo tis guatemalas. eskeftika, 'mborei na grapsw jai kati'. eprolaves me re christo.

se 4 meres teliwnoun oi peripeties jai ta taksithkia. se 4 meres enna jimithw pa'ston kanape tis elenis, enna shesw mes'se toualetta pou en eshei katsarides, se 4 meres o plousios kosmos ennan i pliopsifia, jai oi leptoi ennan leptoi logou modas, oi peinas.

imoun thima simera - tou sistimatos, eipe mou o philippe. irte mou na tou pw jai kanenan sxolio larkin-esque afou epienne polla alla eskasa, jai pkierwsa. ematha polla omws. eida kati xrwmata pou en eksanaeida. akousa to bob marley legend 100 fores xwris na to thelw, jai an mou tragoudisi kanenas ksana to 'mi gusto di gaassolliiiina' enna ton/tin spasw pou to ksilo. eida mian poli na ginei ekklisia yia 2 meres, agorasa mian ounjia yia 10 lires, efaa evdominta dio mangos kai trianta okto avokados, kathe fora pou ethorousa rizi eskeftoumoun 'ma en exoume yiaourti' san etragoudousa to jackeroo. evrisa tous evreous, peripeza tous gallous, jai agnoousa tous amerikanous. jai eftasa se ena simberasma. o kosmos en pellos.

claro?

E.

Πλησίον μια μικρή βροχή μ' όλους των άκοπων ακόμη
Οπωροφόρων τους στενούς συγγενείς και τα παιδιά
Μαζί μωβ ανθύλλια όλα στραμμένα
Δυτικά της λύπης

ica-ica iiiica ica-lima lima-liiimmaa

matching peaches?
ouros?
oi oi kanei.
twra paw parakatw.
kapou.... dame..

(sun)day, philosophy in absence

diavazontas kiriakatikes kipriakes efimerides (w sun-oxymoron), touto en i moni anafora, i moni leksi estw pou mou etravise to endiaferon - kiriaki tou enthetou 'politismou', tis analisis, tou logou, tis kinwniologias kapiou ax(a)ristou kipreou pou espoudase kapou to mai tou 78 eksw pou to parisi, kapiou filosofou tis athinas, kapiou kallitexni ek-kentrikou londinou. assen, touti en i moni 'filosofia' pou anakalipsa:

eida kati grammes simera.

edging around the box

E CHRISTO ESHEI 6 XRONIA

we're in a room without a door
and I am sure without a doubt
they're gonna wanna know how we got in here
they're gonna wanna know how we plan to get out.
we better have a good explanation
for all the fun that we had
'cuz they are coming for us, baby
and they’re going to be mad
yeah, they’re going to be mad at us
-Shameless(ly into Angry Girls)

“The box is only temporary” – Plath (The Arrival of the Bee Box)

Jai jame pou (en) to perimeneis,

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

- Wallace Stevens (Thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird)

Oh and speaking of jam jars, Stevens, boxes, and edges…

Anecdote of the Jar

I placed a jar in Tennessee
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

peri melissas o logos

E ALEXANDRA MA AKOUEIS...

when they said he could walk on water
what it sounds like to me
is he could float like a butterfly
and sting like a bee
literal people are scary, man
literal people scare me
out there trying to rid the world
of its poetry
while getting it wrong fundamentally
down at the church of "look,
it sez right here, see!"
(literal, ANI DIFRANCO?)

MERIKES FORES THIMIZEI MOU TON...
Behailed His Gross the Ondt, prostrandvorous upon his dhrone, in his Papylonian babooshkees, smolking a spatial brunt of Hosana cigals, with unshrinkables farfalling from his unthinkables, swarming of himself in his sunnyroom, sated before his com- fortumble phullupsuppy of a plate o'monkynous and a confucion of minthe (for he was a conformed aceticist and aristotaller), as appi as a oneysucker or a baskerboy on the Libido, with Floh biting his leg thigh and Luse lugging his luff leg and Bieni bussing him under his bonnet and Vespatilla blowing cosy fond tutties up the allabroad length of the large of his smalls.
(GUESS WHO!)

JE ALLES FORES TIN...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are
the
villagers-----
The rector, the midwife, the sexton, the agent for bees.
In my sleeveless summery dress I have no protection,
And they are all gloved and covered, why did nobody tell
me?
They are smiling and taking out veils tacked to ancient
hats.

I am nude as a chicken neck, does nobody love me?
Yes, here is the secretary of bees with her white shop
smock,
Buttoning the cuffs at my wrists and the slit from my neck
to my knees.
Now I am milkweed silk, the bees will not notice.
Thev will not smell my fear, my fear, my fear.

Which is the rector now, is it that man in black?
Which is the midwife, is that her blue coat?
Everybody is nodding a square black head, they are
knights in visors,
Breastplates of cheesecloth knotted under the armpits.
Their smiles and their voices are changing. I am led
through a beanfield.
(the bee meeting, SYLVIA PLATH)

- Stranger? I... do not understand... What has happened here?
-Everything has happened.

In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse

Tire(s[ias])
Ter...
Tear (duct/apart)

doubling in and out, con-tinuing off the page, the skin con-tain(t)s and com-municates. The shock of being proved pleasantly wrong is never any the less shocking in the meager amount of times it occurs in. one part here and one part there "all decays to the same black humus" (and i am not talking about the dip, but the juice that was so clearly presented to me in a new moment of unexpectedness). now today is tomorrow, and tomorrow is today, and yesterday is weaving in and out. (bundt kori, bundt). would you care for a manual? [troubleshooting: it won't download all the images.]

maybe some other time, fuck you very much
and after the fourth, it came out like water from an estuary.
all together eventful, in its uneventfulness.

(references: alan moore, tseliot, cake, ani difranco)