George Seferis//Γιώργος Σεφέρης

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George Seferis’ Speech at the Nobel Banquet at the City Hall in Stockholm, December 10, 1963 (Translation)

I feel at this moment that I am a living contradiction. The Swedish Academy has decided that my efforts in a language famous through the centuries but not widespread in its present form are worthy of this high distinction. It is paying homage to my language – and in return I express my gratitude in a foreign language.

I hope you will accept the excuses I am making to myself. I belong to a small country. A rocky promontory in the Mediterranean, it has nothing to distinguish it but the efforts of its people, the sea, and the light of the sun. It is a small country, but its tradition is immense and has been handed down through the centuries without interruption. The Greek language has never ceased to be spoken. It has undergone the changes that all living things experience, but there has never been a gap. This tradition is characterized by love of the human; justice is its norm. In the tightly organized classical tragedies the man who exceeds his measure is punished by the Erinyes. And this norm of justice holds even in the realm of nature.

«Helios will not overstep his measure»; says Heraclitus, «otherwise the Erinyes, the ministers of Justice, will find him out». A modern scientist might profit by pondering this aphorism of the Ionian philosopher. I am moved by the realization that the sense of justice penetrated the Greek mind to such an extent that it became a law of the physical world. One of my masters exclaimed at the beginning of the last century,

«We are lost because we have been unjust» He was an unlettered man, who did not learn to write until the age of thirty-five. But in the Greece of our day the oral tradition goes back as far as the written tradition, and so does poetry. I find it significant that Sweden wishes to honour not only this poetry, but poetry in general, even when it originates in a small people. For I think that poetry is necessary to this modern world in which we are afflicted by fear and disquiet. Poetry has its roots in human breath – and what would we be if our breath were diminished? Poetry is an act of confidence – and who knows whether our unease is not due to a lack of confidence?

Last year, around this table, it was said that there is an enormous difference between the discoveries of modern science and those of literature, but little difference between modern and Greek dramas. Indeed, the behaviour of human beings does not seem to have changed. And I should add that today we need to listen to that human voice which we call poetry, that voice which is constantly in danger of being extinguished through lack of love, but is always reborn. Threatened, it has always found a refuge; denied, it has always instinctively taken root again in unexpected places. It recognizes no small nor large parts of the world; its place is in the hearts of men the world over. It has the charm of escaping from the vicious circle of custom.

I owe gratitude to the Swedish Academy for being aware of these facts; for being aware that language which are said to have restricted circulation should not become barriers which might stifle the beating of the human heart; and for being a true Areopagus, able «to judge with solemn truth life’s ill-appointed lot», to quote Shelley, who, it is said, inspired

Alfred Nobel, whose grandeur of heart redeems inevitable violence. In our gradually shrinking world, everyone is in need of all the others. We must look for man wherever we can find him. When on his way to Thebes Oedipus encountered the Sphinx, his answer to its riddle was: «Man». That simple word destroyed the monster. We have many monsters to destroy. Let us think of the answer of Oedipus.

~From Nobel Lectures, Literature 1901-1967, Editor Horst Frenz, Elsevier Publishing Company, Amsterdam, 1969

 

Γιῶργος Σεφέρης – Ὁμιλία κατὰ την ἀπονομὴ του Νόμπελ Λογοτεχνίας στη Στοκχόλμη

 

Τούτη την ώρα αἰσθάνομαι πως είμαι ο ίδιος μία ἀντίφαση. Ἀλήθεια, η Σουηδικὴ Ἀκαδημία, έκρινε πως η προσπάθειά μου σε μία γλώσσα περιλάλητη επὶ αιώνες, αλλὰ στην παρούσα μορφή της περιορισμένη, άξιζε αυτὴ την υψηλὴ διάκριση. Θέλησε να τιμήσει τη γλώσσα μου, και να – εκφράζω τώρα τις ευχαριστίες μου σε ξένη γλώσσα. Σας παρακαλώ να μου δώσετε τη συγνώμη που ζητώ πρώτα -πρώτα απὸ τον εαυτό μου.
Ανήκω σε μία χώρα μικρή. Ένα πέτρινο ἀκρωτήρι στη Μεσόγειο, που δεν έχει άλλο ἀγαθὸ παρὰ τὸν αγώνα του λαού, τη θάλασσα, και το φως του ήλιου. Είναι μικρὸς ο τόπος μας, αλλὰ η παράδοσή του είναι τεράστια και το πράγμα που τη χαρακτηρίζει είναι ότι μας παραδόθηκε χωρὶς διακοπή. Η ἑλληνικὴ γλώσσα δεν έπαψε ποτέ της να μιλιέται. Δέχτηκε τις αλλοιώσεις που δέχεται καθετὶ ζωντανό, ἀλλὰ δεν παρουσιάζει κανένα χάσμα. Άλλο χαρακτηριστικὸ αὐτής της παράδοσης είναι η ἀγάπη της για την ἀνθρωπιά, κανόνας της είναι η δικαιοσύνη. Στην ἀρχαία τραγωδία, την οργανωμένη με τόση ακρίβεια, ο άνθρωπος που ξεπερνά το μέτρο, πρέπει να τιμωρηθεί απὸ τις Ερινύες.
Όσο για μένα συγκινούμαι παρατηρώντας πώς η συνείδηση της δικαιοσύνης είχε τόσο πολὺ διαποτίσει την ελληνικὴ ψυχή, ώστε να γίνει κανόνας του φυσικού κόσμου. Κι ένας απὸ τους διδασκάλους μου, των αρχών του περασμένου αιώνα, γράφει: «… θα χαθούμε γιατί αδικήσαμε …». Αυτὸς ο άνθρωπος ήταν ἀγράμματος. Είχε μάθει να γράφει στα τριάντα πέντε χρόνια της ηλικίας του. Αλλὰ στην Ελλάδα των ημερών μας, η προφορικὴ παράδοση πηγαίνει μακριὰ στα περασμένα όσο και η γραπτή. Το ίδιο και η ποίηση. Είναι για μένα σημαντικὸ το γεγονὸς ότι η Σουηδία θέλησε να τιμήσει και τούτη την ποίηση καὶ όλη την ποίηση γενικά, ακόμη και όταν ἀναβρύζει ἀνάμεσα σ᾿ ένα λαὸ περιορισμένο. Γιατί πιστεύω πως τούτος ο σύγχρονος κόσμος όπου ζοῦμε, ο τυραννισμένος απὸ το φόβο και την ανησυχία, τη χρειάζεται την ποίηση. Η ποίηση έχει τις ρίζες της στην ανθρώπινη ανάσα – και τί θα γινόμασταν άν η πνοή μας λιγόστευε; Είναι μία πράξη ἐμπιστοσύνης – κι ένας Θεὸς το ξέρει άν τα δεινά μας δεν τα χρωστάμε στη στέρηση εμπιστοσύνης.
Παρατήρησαν, τον περασμένο χρόνο γύρω απὸ τούτο το τραπέζι, την πολὺ μεγάλη διαφορὰ ανάμεσα στις ανακαλύψεις της σύγχρονης ἐπιστήμης και στη λογοτεχνία. Παρατήρησαν πως ανάμεσα σ᾿ ένα ἀρχαίο ελληνικὸ δράμα κι ένα σημερινό, η διαφορὰ είναι λίγη. Ναι, η συμπεριφορὰ του ανθρώπου δε μοιάζει να έχει αλλάξει βασικά. Και πρέπει να προσθέσω πως νιώθει πάντα την ανάγκη ν᾿ ακούσει τούτη την ανθρώπινη φωνὴ που ονομάζουμε ποίηση. Αυτὴ η φωνὴ που κινδυνεύει να σβήσει κάθε στιγμὴ απὸ στέρηση αγάπης και ολοένα ξαναγεννιέται. Κυνηγημένη, ξέρει ποὺ νά ῾βρει καταφύγιο, απαρνημένη, έχει το ένστικτο να πάει να ριζώσει στοὺς πιο απροσδόκητους τόπους. Γι᾿ αυτὴ δεν υπάρχουν μεγάλα και μικρὰ μέρη του κόσμου. Το βασίλειό της είναι στις καρδιὲς όλων των ανθρώπων της γης. Έχει τη χάρη ν᾿ αποφεύγει πάντα τη συνήθεια, αυτὴ τη βιομηχανία. Χρωστώ την ευγνωμοσύνη μου στη Σουηδικὴ Ακαδημία που ένιωσε αυτὰ τα πράγματα, που ένιωσε πως οι γλώσσες, οι λεγόμενες περιορισμένης χρήσης, δεν πρέπει να καταντούν φράχτες όπου πνίγεται ο παλμὸς της ανθρώπινης καρδιάς, που έγινε ένας Άρειος Πάγος ικανὸς να κρίνει με αλήθεια επίσημη την άδικη μοίρα της ζωής, για να θυμηθώ τον Σέλλεϋ, τον εμπνευστή, καθὼς μας λένε, του Αλφρέδου Νομπέλ, αυτοῦ του ανθρώπου που μπόρεσε να εξαγοράσει την αναπόφευκτη βία με τη μεγαλοσύνη της καρδιάς του.
Σ᾿ αυτὸ τον κόσμο, που ολοένα στενεύει, ο καθένας μας χρειάζεται όλους τους άλλους. Πρέπει ν᾿ αναζητήσουμε τον άνθρωπο, όπου και να βρίσκεται.
Όταν στο δρόμο της Θήβας, ο Οιδίπους συνάντησε τη Σφίγγα, κι αυτὴ του έθεσε το αίνιγμά της, η απόκρισή του ήταν: ο άνθρωπος. Τούτη η απλὴ λέξη χάλασε το τέρας. Έχουμε πολλὰ τέρατα να καταστρέψουμε. Ας συλλογιστούμε την απόκριση του Οἰδίποδα.

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CONSTANTINE CAVAFY

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CONSTANTINE CAVAFY: a discussion

Constantine P. Cavafy, along with a few other twentieth century Greek poets such as George Seferis, Odysseus Elytis, Yiannis Ritsos, Kostis Palamas and Andreas Kalvos, established the revival of Greek poetry both in Greece and abroad. They emerged as the new era of contemporary Greek poets at a time when the use of the Greek language was swept by the conflict between the old, “καθαρεύουσα—katharevoussa” traditional form of language and the more common “δημοτική—demotiki”, plebian or demotic as it was called.
Cavafy used both the traditional and the demotic modes although mostly the latter; he spent most of his life in Alexandria under the influence of the almighty Greek Orthodox Church and the day before his death he took communion as if to declare that he was ready; as if he was prepared for his transformation, from the modern poet, Konstantinos Petrou Kavafis of Greece to the Cavafy of the World. It is said that in the last minutes of his life he took pencil and paper and drew a big circle with a single dot in the middle.
It had only been twenty years since his death when one of the most famous bookstores in London advertised that: “We carry the best ever books: from Chaucer to Cavafy.” In 1919 Cavafy was introduced to the English reading public by E.M. Forster who helped establish his reputation in the Western World.
His poems combine the precision of a master craftsman with the sensitivity of Sappho as they are concise, yet intimate when their subject is erotic love, mostly between men. Real characters as well as imaginary, historical events as well as fictional are his inspiration; the questionable future, the sensual pleasures, the wandering morality of the many, the psychology of the individual and that of the masses, homosexuality, certain atavistic beliefs and an existential nostalgia are some of his themes. Cavafy’s conscience projected his crystal clear belief in the immortal written word, which he bequeathed unto the four corners of the world.
On the 100th anniversary of his birthday and thirty years after his death, his complete works were published by “Ikaros” in 1963. This edition was prepared up to a point, we could say, by the poet himself who had kept all his poems in a concise and exact order; each poem on a page (which was pinned in exact chronological order on top of the proceeding page); his older poems were turned into booklet form which traditionally consisted of 16 pages although in this case the length is questionable. The sequence of the poems in these booklets was not chronological but thematic and depended on how he chose to emphasize their coherence. These booklets were mailed to anyone who asked for them. In the last years of his life he published two such booklets, one containing his poems written between the years 1905-1915 and the other with his poems of 1916-1918; every poem published during those fourteen years were included in these two booklets.
Cavafy was concise and accurate; so much so that he would work on each of his verses again and again making sure that it was in its final and perfect form before he would mail it to anyone; most of this of course is lost in the translation, as such an element in writing is impossible to replicate in another language. He drew most of his inspiration for the historical poems from the first and second centuries B.C. and the Hellinistic Era of Alexandria around and after the days of Alexander the Great. His love poems were entirely devoted to adult love between men; there is not a single mention of a woman as the subject of erotic love in his poems. The image of the kore, an erotic subject of other poets, is absent from his stanzas. Reference to women in Cavafy’s work is only about older, mature and gracious figures playing out their roles in the Hellinistic era or Byzantium’s golden age.
Cavafy wrote mostly in free verse although there were times when he used rhyme to emphasize irony; the number of syllables per verse varied from ten to seventeen.
Cavafy’s inspiration derives from many different subjects; in one of the well- known poems, Ithaka, he explores, like Odysseus on his return to his home island after the Trojan War, the pleasure and importance of the way to a goal rather than the goal itself, and shows that the process of achieving something is important because of all the experience it makes possible.
In the poem Waiting for the Barbarians we see the importance of the influence that people and events outside of the country may have in the lives of the inhabitants of a certain place and it can quite easily be related to today’s doctrine of “war on terror” after the attack of September, 2001 and the role that fear of the foreigner, or the enemy, plays in the decision making process of a nation. A parallel can be drawn between today’s “war on terror” and the final verses of the poem…
“And what are we to become without the barbarians?
These people were some kind of a solution.”

In the poem Thermopylae Cavafy explores the subject of duty, responsibility, and most importantly, the idea of paying the “debt”; he seems to believe in the philosophical principle of the Universal Balance which exists everywhere, and when that balance is disturbed by the actions of one man another person needs to reestablish it: in this case the poem refers to the treason by Ephialtes which disturbs that preexisting balance and which the leader of the 300 Lacedaimonians, Leonidas, tries to counter—balance by his act of self sacrifice. The crucifixion of Christ has the same philosophical base. Odusseus Elytis refers to the same subject in the Genesis of his Axion Esti (it is worthy) where he says that the Old Wise Creator prepared the four Great Voids on earth and in the body of man:

“…the void of Death for the Upcoming Child
the void of Killing for the Right Judgment
the void of Sacrifice for the Equal Retribution
the void of the Soul for the Responsibility of the Other…”

Isolation and the sense of enclosure unfolds in Cavafy’s poem “Walls” which is relevant to today as some countries tend to resort to it as a means of defense against foreign influences coming from the outside and changing the thinking of the people, but also as a reason for becoming self-sufficient and self-reliant.
There are a lot of satirical connotations and humor in some poems and one such poem stands out: Nero’s Deadline where the poet laughs at the way a person perceives their time on earth. The same subject is referred to by the better known Greek saying: “You like to make God laugh, go and tell Him your plans…”
The extent to which a politician or a system may stretch truth in order to achieve a goal and the axiom “history repeats itself” are adamantly present in Cavafy’s poetry as we see the travesty of events when presented to the public from an official position:
“…the gigantic lie of the palace—Antony triumphed in Greece.”
The lies a government may throw at people in order to deceive. Today’s “…war on terror…” is such a travesty and it resembles an umbrella harboring under it various means and purposes of deluding the populace; at other times this is a means of camouflaging the inability of the governing party to conduct themselves in a fair and balanced way.
Cavafy’s work was at times caustic and irony was used frequently to emphasize a point. Vagenas writes: “Cavafy is the only poet who uses irony as the main mechanism of poetic creativity. His precise dramatic as well as tragic irony is the element that makes his use of the language produce a deep poetic emotion, rendering the verbal sensualism unnecessary.”
Cavafy expresses views of his era looked at through the eyes of the Greek immigrant, or the Greek of the Diaspora. The survival of and adherence to Greek values is what Cavafy cares to preserve and his poetry reflects this by doing justice to his great wish that the Greek language might spread to the far ends of the Bactrian Lands. The heroic stubbornness that proudly said ‘No’ to convention and settling down, the pursuit of true life which carries on ceaselessly, dragging along mud and diamonds, mixing the old with the new, joining the yes with the no, opening new horizons at any moment, birthing new hopes and views at any second is the life Cavafy wanted to spread all over the known world.
Most reviewers and analysts of Cavafy’s work have pronounced him a homosexual although that may be taken with a grain of salt. The western commentaries clearly and as a matter of fact have concluded that he was
homosexual whereas some of the Greek commentators are reluctant to openly agree with that notion; In our view the author can only be classified this or that based on documented data such as pictures, or direct associations of the commentator with the author, and in this case there are no such data available. Yet when a poet writes so many erotic poems having as his subject young men of twenty to twenty nine years old and with not a single woman ever being referred to as a subject of erotic love, it is easy and understandable to assume that the person under discussion is a homosexual; yet there is another angle one may take: the angle of the alter ego that a writer creates in his work to compliment or better yet to refine his image in his own eyes before the eyes of the reading public, as in the case of Cavafy; In some of his personal writings we read:
“I have to put an end to this myself, by the first of April otherwise I won’t be able to travel. I’ll get sick and how am I to enjoy my voyage when I’m sick?”
“March 16th: Midnight. I succumbed again. Despair, despair, despair. There is no hope. Unless I end this by the 15th of April. God help me.”
In another note:
“I am tormented. I got up and I am writing now. What am I to do and
what is going to happen. What am I to do? Help. I am lost.”
In these personal notes of a despairing man who seeks help we see the distress of a person not because they react to their just concluded homosexual encounter but rather their despair in their self-consumed sexual satisfaction through masturbation and the guilt associated with it…Let us not forget that Cavafy grew up in an era of the Diaspora when the Greek Orthodox Church dominated the lives of the populace in such a strict way that any movement outside the dogmatic rules of Christian doctrine was considered a serious and unforgivable sin; I personally remember as a young lad reading the famous booklet “Holy Epistle” with its frightening images of brimstone and fire coming down from the heavens to sear the sinners who would commit any kind of sexual or other sin. It was quite purposefully given to me to read in my early teen years and it took decades before I came to the realization that I didn’t need this nonsense in my life. This was the world Cavafy grew up in and when he had his first chance of being on his own he made his best effort of rebellion against such suppressing doctrine in order to liberate himself from the pangs of church inflicted fear; when one looks at his life from this point of view one can simply see the reaction of a man expressed in a unique way directly opposed to the expected and well formatted way of the church.
Atanasio Cortato, Cavafy’s personal friend and confidant, writes:
“Cavafy’s homosexuality is questionable. One needs to apply a deep
and objective study on his life and perhaps conclude that Cavafy was not homosexual. None ever came along with concrete evidence for this and no scandal of any kind is attributed to him.”
This declaration is of double importance because it is the declaration of Cavafy’s personal friend who knew the poet well and who would have known of any scandal should there have been one in which the poet was involved. Yet there was no such scandal documented or told.
Another view expressed by Stratis Tsirkas and J.M. Hatzifotis was that
Cavafy’s passion was not his homosexuality but rather his alcoholism and his tendency to masturbation. The poet was a very shy person by nature, and although when his mood struck him was a very stimulating and entertaining host, it was impossible for him to proceed into a homosexual relationship. Under this lens his erotic poetry is nothing but his fantasizing of the unrealized…
George Seferis referring to Cavafy as the deceptive old man of the Alexandrian Sea, Proteus, who always changes appearance, says: “For this reason we have to be careful, and exercise caution, not to be seduced by our own tendencies or by taking as given his words and dialectic inventions based on their superficial sense.”
A different aspect of his erotic poems can be found when one sees the time and place in which the poet lived as an adult and on his own. We make this last comment because it is known that Cavafy lived with his mother until her death in 1899 and after that he moved in with his brother John until 1906 when John left for Cairo. At that time Cavafy moved in with his brother Paul until he also moved away to Paris. Then the poet started living on his own. Having to work for a living in such a polyethnic city as Alexandria where the influences of three continents mingled and at times collided and always being under the watchful eye of the all- powerful Greek Orthodox Church with its dogmatism and stubbornness, Cavafy, like any other man of letters, questioned a lot of what was going on around him.
One can easily theorize that all the eroticism and rebelliousness expressed by the young lovers of his poems are nothing but the reactions of a person who lived almost all his adult life with family members and who, in his new found freedom, rebelled against established values and questioned well positioned dogmatism. One can easily theorize that Cavafy fantasized about things he wished for rather than recording things he had experienced. From that point of view the eroticism of his poems can be seen as an expression of suppressed feelings he had for years, yet feelings he never got the courage to act upon.
Cavafy lived in the polyethnic city of Alexandria; he moved and
breathed around the Greek Community and a moral and law abiding way of life is clearly Greek in its essence. The law that applied to Greeks in Alexandria is that of France which is not much different than the Greek law yet different than the law applied to the locals. Therefore the homosexuality and lawlessness of some of his poetry has to do with the moral, communal and law abiding way of life of the Greek Community of Alexandrian society. Cavafy had a good knowledge of that and that knowledge guided him in such a way that his bolder and more daring poems which would have created an uproar in the established code of conduct of Alexandrian Greek Society were only released in 1920 when the poet had become very well-known and had carved a space in the creative society of his era. He was at that time established as a very successful poet and none dared dispute this or accuse him of anything.

~Manolis Aligizakis, Libros Libertad, Vancouver, BC, 2011

Aπόδοση τιμής σε έναν μεγάλο στοχαστή

Ελεύθερη Λαική Αντιστασιακή Συσπείρωση

Aπόδοση τιμής σε έναν μεγάλο στοχαστή

OIKONOMIKA ΕΡΑΝΙΣΜΑΤΑ

Του Γιώργου Τοζίδη

Η φετινή χρονιά σημαδεύτηκε από την απώλεια, στις 13 Απριλίου, του Eduardo Galeano, ενός σημαντικού στοχαστή που κατάφερε με τα βιβλία του να κάνει γνωστό το δράμα των λαών της Λατινικής Αμερικής σε ολόκληρο τον κόσμο, αλλά και να ασκήσει μία «εξοντωτική» κριτική στην «επίσημη» Ιστορία.

Ο Galeano ήταν φίλος της Ελλάδας και είναι χαρακτηριστική η δήλωσή του το 2011, με αφορμή την κρίση: «Η Ελλάδα θα γνωρίσει τώρα αυτό που πάντα γνώριζε η Λατινική Αμερική: ότι ο κόσμος κατευθύνεται από υποτιθέμενους διεθνείς οργανισμούς, οι οποίοι ασκούν τη διεθνή δικτατορία τους και κάθε φορά γίνονται όλο και λιγότερο ορατοί. Να ξέρετε, όμως, πως η ελευθερία τού να υπακούς δεν είναι ελευθερία. Το έθνος που υπακούει δεν είναι πια έθνος: είναι η ηχώ ξένων φωνών, είναι η σκιά άλλων σωμάτων».

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Sneak Preview: ‘Vortex’ by Manolis

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The following poems, ‘Adagio’ and ‘Myrtle’, are a part of a new collection of poetry by Manolis titled ‘Vortex’. View the two poems in English and Greek.

Adagio

Breeze came again with soft
lashes and tender unshaven
beard to caress your cheek

resting on opaque pillows
as the nightingale lilts
of lust and feathery

fingertips design a
contour around
your right breast standing

like a thunderbolt in Zeus’
hand ready to light dark
corners of a mind shadowy

pleats of focused attention
demanded by your breast’s
poetic persona

Αντάτζιο

Η δροσια γύρισε πάλι μ απαλα
ραπίσματα λεπτο αψύριστο
γένι να χαιδεύει το μάγουλο σου

που ακουμπα στο μαλακό μαξιλάρι
καθως το τριζόνι μονολογει
για συνουσίαση και φτερωτα

ακροδαχτύλια να ζωγραφίζουν
αόρατη καμπύλη γύρω
απ το δεξι σου στήθος

κι ίσταται σαν του Δία
τ αλεξικέραυνο έτοιμο να φωτίσει
γωνια του νου μου και

τις σκιαιρές πτυχές της προσοχής
που η…

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ΕΝΑΣ ΓΕΡΟΝΤΑΣ ΣΤΗΝ ΑΚΡΟΠΟΤΑΜΙΑ/An Old Man On the River Bank

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George Seferis_coverAn Old Man On the River Bank

 

    For Nanos Panagiotopoulos

And yet we have to consider how to proceed.

To feel is not enough, nor to think, nor

to move

nor to risk your body in the ancient embrasure,

when the boiling oil and molten lead groove

the walls.

And yet we have to consider to what direction we go ahead

not the way our pain desires it and our hungry

children

and the chasm of our comrades’ call from

the opposite shore

not even the darkened light whispers it in the improvised

hospital,

the pharmaceutical shine on the young man operated

on at noon

but in some other way perhaps I mean to say that

the long river that emerges from the great lakes enclosed

deep in Africa

and at sometime it was god and then it turned into road and

benefactor and judge and delta

that…

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Θυσία, πόλεμος, ήττα..

Αέναη κίνηση-moto Perpetuo

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Βουδιστής Μάρτυρας που αυτοπυρπολήθηκε για να διαμαρτυρηθεί για την πολιτική της φιλο-αμερικάνικης κυβέρνησης του νοτίου Βιετνάμ..

Τι έχει να σκεφτεί αυτός που ξεκινάει τη μάχη ενάντια σε έναν αντίπαλο που έχει υπεροπλία και πολλές εφεδρείες; Σίγουρα θα πρέπει να σκεφτεί πως θα εκπαιδευτεί, με τον ίδιο τρόπο που εκπαιδεύονται όλοι οι μαχητές όλων των μαχών και όλων των σκοπών, στα μέσα της μάχης που έχει να δώσει. Ποιά είναι αυτά τα μέσα; είναι στρατηγική, τακτική, προσωπική και συλλογική σωματική και ψυχική-ιδεολογική δύναμη, ικανότητα χρησιμοποίησης μέσων σωματικού και ψυχικού-ιδεολογικού καταναγκασμού κ.α .

Θα κάνω εδώ μια πρώτη παρέκβαση. Δεν πρόκειται να εξετάσουμε εδώ, ούτε αλλού!, την προεργασία αυτή, μιας και δεν είμαστε ειδικοί ούτε σκοπεύουμε προς το παρόν να ξεκινήσουμε, ως πρόσωπα, κάποιον πόλεμο, πέραν φυσικά του αρκετά ψυχοφθόρου, αλλά άκαπνου ιντερνετικού “ιδεολογικού” πολέμου. Στο καθημερινό επίπεδο πολεμάμε τον “μικροαστικό” ή “σταλινικό” εαυτό μας, όπως μας έχουν υποδείξει διάφοροι εργάτες, μικροαστοί…

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Perché ci odiano? Γιατί μας μισούν ;

Αέναη κίνηση-moto Perpetuo

Μετά τις επιθέσεις στο Παρίσι του περασμένου νοεμβρίου στις 13 από πολλές πλευρές αναρωτήθηκαν: γιατί μας μισούν? Αυτή την φορά οι απαντήσεις, τουλάχιστον εκείνες που εμφανίστηκαν στην πληροφόρηση που γενικεύει – που είναι όμως αυτή που διαμορφώνει την κοινή γνώμη και κατά συνέπεια τις πολιτικές απαντήσεις που με την σειρά τους σχηματίζουν την κοινή γνώμη σε μια  loop δίχως τέλος – προσπάθησαν να παίξουν το ψυχολογικό χαρτί. Οι τρομοκράτες δεν θα ήταν άλλο από  “κοινωνικά απόβλητα” με “ένα επίπεδο μεσαίο-χαμηλό κουλτούρας, μια οικογένεια πολύ ενωμένη και σταθερή στις πλάτες και την επικίνδυνη τάση στον θρησκευτικό φανατισμό. Σε όλους τους τρομοκράτες πάντοτε παρατηρήθηκε πως όσο περισσότερο κλείνονταν και απομονώνονταν σε σχέση με την κοινωνία τόσο ελαχιστοποιούνταν η αίσθησή τους για την πραγματικότητα, δίνοντας έτσι τροφή σε δηλώσεις όλο…

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ΤΟ “UNFUCK GREECE” ΓΙΟΡΤΑΖΕΙ !

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Ηλεκτρονικη Αφισα Μπλετα (2)
Η Ελληνική Ακαδημία Τέχνης και Πολιτισμού και οι Εκδόσεις ΑΛΔΕ σας προσκαλούν στην παρουσίαση του βιβλίου της Παναγιώτας Μπλέτα “UNFUCK GREECE”, στις 8 Ιανουαρίου, ημέρα Παρασκευή και ώρα 17:30 μμ, στο ξενοδοχείο Χίλτον, στην αίθουσα ΘΑΛΕΙΑ 4, στα πλάισια του Διεθνούς Οικονομικού Φόρουμ – Money Show Greece.
Για το βιβλίο θα μιλήσουν :
Τάσος Λέρτας -Διδάκτωρ Παντείου Πανεπιστημίου/ Σκηνοθέτης/Ηθοποιός/Συγγραφέας,
Σμαράγδα Μιχαλιτσιάνου -Δημοσιογράφος/Μέλος της ΕΣΗΕΑ
Απαγγελίες θα κάνουν : Μαίρη Γραμματικάκη-Ποιήτρια/Εκπαιδευτικός, Ηλίας Παπακωνσταντίνου-Ποιητής/Συγγραφέας, Μαρούσα Στρογγύογλου-Ηθοποιός.
Θα παίξουν μουσική και θα τραγουδήσουν : Πάνος Μπούσαλης, Theo & The Boogie Sinners, Νίκος Πατσιαούρας -Γιάννης Απόδιακος.
Την εκδήλωση θα προλογίσει ο ιδρυτής της Ακαδημίας , εικαστικός και συγγραφέας Σάντυ Νικολαρέας.
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