George Seferis-Collected Poems

GEORGE SEFERIS-COLLECTED POEMS

ΕΠΙ ΣΚΗΝΗΣ//ON STAGE

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Ήλιε παίζεις μαζί μου

κι όμως δεν είναι τούτο χορός

η τόση γύμνια

αίμα σχεδόν

γι’ άγριο σχεδόν δάσο,

τότε —

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Oh sun, you play with me

yet this is not a dance

this much nakedness

almost blood

for some wild forest;

then—

Tasos Livaditis-Selected Poems

Ο ΑΤΕΛΕΙΩΤΟΣ πυρετός των δρόμων, οι μεγάλες απόπνοιες απ’

     τις πυρκαγιές,

και πάλι παλιές διηγήσεις, ενώ το ήρεμο αδράχτι των γυναικών

οδηγούσε μυστικά τις ώρες. Κανείς δε μας αναγνώρισε όταν γυρί-

      σαμε,

καθίσαμε κι εμείς μες στην ανωνυμία μας, σαν τον ξυλοκόπο

μες στη συγνώμη των δέντρων, ώσπου σιγα σιγά μας ξέχασαν,

δεν είχαμε ούτε όνομα, ούτε προσδοκία. Όπως τ’ αγάλματα είναι

      αθάνατα,

συντηρώντας μια θνητή μας ώρα.

THE ENDLESS fever of the roads the strong smell emitted

      by conflagrations

and again the old stories, while the women’s serene spindle

secretly guided the hours. Nobody recognized us when we

      returned

so we dwell in our anonymity like the lumberjack

in the forgiveness of the trees until slowly they forgot of us:

we had neither name nor expectation. Like the statues that are

      immortal and

they preserve our mortal hour.

Swamped, a novel by Manolis Aligizakis

SWAMPED, a novel by Manolis Aligizakis

(Excerpt)

          A little later, he said goodbye to Jonathan, asked him to make sure Alex got up on time for school, and drove downtown. He spent the morning looking after purchase orders and answering calls. One of them, as he expected, was from Herbert.

          “Good morning, Eteo.”

          “Good morning, Herbert.”

          “Give me the quote.”

          “45 to 48 cents, 260 thousand.”

          “Good. How does it look? Good buying below?”

          “Yes, plenty of orders. What should we expect now?” Eteo asked.

          “Not much until they get at least a verbal from the exchange”

          “Right, how long?”

          “A few days, not longer.”

          “Thanks a lot, Herb.”

The stock looked very good at this level, but once it started going higher, Eteo was certain many more shares for sale would show up and no one could know how it might develop from there on. However, Eteo had developed a good sense from years of doing this. He could feel when the buying was ready to dry up and it was time to unload. He was confident this sixth sense would not let him down in the Platinum Properties venture.

The morning unfolded smoothly. He was reading a mining report when Helena brought in Richard Walden. They shook hands and Eteo asked whether Richard would like to have a coffee. The older man said no and Eteo waited for him to start the conversation.

“I’m headed to the Prairies, first to Calgary to meet a few brokers and then to Saskatchewan to run over the property with the mining engineer and the two inventors. We’ll explore where to drill.”

“Sounds good. Keep me in the loop.”

“Don’t let it go below 50c. I need a good market to show the new brokers.”            

“What have you got prepared? What will your big broker at Canarim Securities do?”

“He’ll do his part, don’t worry about him; just don’t let it go below 50c.”

“As long as he plays ball, I will too,” Eteo replied. He had never liked the Canarim fellow. He was the type of person who could get up on the wrong side of the bed and throw a bunch of shares in the market expecting Eteo to chew them, and since that guy was a bigger broker, he could support his own selling with equivalent buying. Eteo had never liked the idea of supporting a market price if he was the only one doing the supporting. It was a fool’s game when everybody else was a seller.

“Eteo, can I count on you? I wouldn’t like it to go below 50c. I have to have a good market to get the new brokers on board, you know what it takes.”

Eteo’s teeth clenched and his breathing quickened. His eyebrows created the canal of anger he always felt between them when he didn’t like what he was hearing, but good politics taught him to just play along. It was one of those situations when he needed to go against his own instincts, which were telling him to throw this man out of his office. Instead Eteo just smiled at the promoter.

“I’ll keep an eye on it, and I’ll play ball, no worries,” Eteo reassured him. This seemed to pacify Richard. He offered an insecure smile, shook Eteo’s hand, and left without another word. Seconds later Logan walked in with wonder written all over his face.

“What did he want?” he asked his father.

“He’s on his way to Calgary and wants the stock to stay firm. Around the 50c level. He’s talking it up to new investors, or so he says.”

“Bullshit. He’s full of it. I knew it. He used the same line all last year.”

“I know. We filled his accounts with money and got precious little back. I wonder what his broker at Canarim is thinking now, after getting over two million shares of the shit at 65 cents, and now they’re headed nowhere but down. If he had held his position, there might have been an exit somewhere.”

“Not necessarily, Dad. Maybe that broker could afford a loss, who knows?” Logan’s tone was blasé, but his eyes reflected his disappointment that nothing better had come from Walden.

Αλεξάνδρα Μπακονίκα, Παραστάσεις

Βίκυ Παπαπροδρόμου: ό,τι πολύ αγάπησα (ποίηση, πεζογραφία & μουσική)

Παραστάσεις

Φωτογραφίες με γυμνά νεανικά σώματα
στην πρόσοψη του σινεμά,
μέσα σε γυάλινες προθήκες
πιο κάτω στη γωνία,
αλλά και πιο πέρα σ’ όλο το μήκος
της εμπορικής στοάς.
Οι γυμνές παραστάσεις
έστηναν μπλόκο σ’ εκείνο το πέρασμα,
κανείς δεν έφευγε αλώβητος.
Δύο ή τρία τετράγωνα παρακάτω
ακόμη με κυνηγούσαν
κι όλο ρωτούσαν για το σώμα σου,
αν είναι σφριγηλό και χυμώδες
αν κατέχει μυστικές, απρόσμενες,
αδίστακτες κινήσεις.

Όσο επέμεναν, εγώ φοβόμουν
κι έτρεμα ακόμη και να σε φανταστώ.

Από τη συλλογή Το γυμνό ζευγάρι και άλλα ποιήματα (1990) της Αλεξάνδρας Μπακονίκα

Οι ποιητές της Θεσσαλονίκης τον 20ό αιώνα και ως σήμερα (ανθολογία) / Αλεξάνδρα Μπακονίκα

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Γουίλιαμ Φώκνερ, Η βουή και η μανία

Ενύπνια Ψιχίων

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Καθότι τόσο ντελικάτες, τόσο μυστηριακές οι γυναίκες, είπε ο Πατέρας. Μια λεπταίσθητη ισορροπία περιοδικού ρύπου ανάμεσα σε δυο φεγγάρια σ’ εκκρεμότητα. Σελήνη. Σελήνες, είπε, φεγγάρια στη γέμιση, κίτρινα όπως η σελήνη του θερισμού και του Αυγούστου οι γοφοί της οι γλουτοί της. Έξω έξω απ’ αυτούς πάντοτε πλην όμως. Κίτρινο. Σαν πατούσες ποδιών απ’ το περπάτημα κάπως. Ύστερα πληροφορείσαι πως όλα αυτά τα μυστηριακά και τα επιβλητικά κάποιον άντρα έκρυβαν. Πως όλα αυτά τα εσώτερα σχημάτιζαν μία εξωτερική τρυφερότητα που προσδοκά ένα άγγιγμα για να. Υδαρής σήψη σαν πνιγμένα αντικείμενα που επιπλέουν, σαν ξεπλυμένο ελαστικό μισογεμισμένο, και αρχίζει να κολλάει μυρωδιά από αγιόκλημα όλα μαζύ ανάκατα.

Γουίλιαμ Φώκνερ, Η βουή και η μανία, σελ. 153, μτφρ. Παύλος Μάτεσις, εκδόσεις Καστανιώτη, Αθήνα 2002

Artwork: Daria Petrilli

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