Stateless Man Forcefully Exiled
Thus, as he stood, with his nice blonde hair flowing onto his shoulders, handsome, tall, with a helmet, necrophiliac and Aristotelian, with Hermes’s cap on his right hand, he looked exactly like the statue of an ancient god. Each time he was at the square, he always had next to him a beautiful naked girl, with a golden, soft body like amber, her long, black hair touching the ground, with the sun and moon painted onto her breasts, with a small depiction of a nightingale on her mound, and two or three red roses embroidered with artistic style on each of her knees. When it happened and he was on a narrow pathway, next to him, he had a naked blonde girl, sitting, and having a bull’s head while she played a harmonica. At the harbour quay the girl: red-haired, proud, with fine skin and white like snow, with her name F l u t i s t written in a few places of her body with multicoloured oil paints. Next to a lake: the girl with a harp. Close to the forest: the girl with a scarf. Night in the tavern: beautiful girl, proud and almost half-dead, dressed in luxurious green satin, with a fan, shaped like a ravine or a 7 dancing wild and symbolic dances. During the day he or the girl spent time earning a living. During the night they fought the battle of lust. He would take out a long knife that he put deep in her chest and push it straight down. He’d put his hand deep inside, the girl was always lying on the bed, and he would pull out ribbons, green, red, yellow, light blue, multicoloured, all mixed up which he would raise high up, in a
beautiful shape of an offering. From balls of strings, doves flew out, first shyly, uncertain, then flying up to the sky. Now the boat: He would go to the boat, board, take the oars and, standing he would row fast. The girl, always naked, ah, yes: always naked, stood behind him and she had passed her beautiful arms around his neck.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 