25.3.16
25 Μαρτίου
Χρόνια πολλά ελληνικό έθνος!
Χωρίς τη Φιλική Εταιρία, τον Υψηλάντη και άλλους θαμμένους από τη λαϊκή ιστορία ανοιχτόμυαλους ανθρώπους, δε θα υπήρχες.
Και ούτε θα μπορούσαν να αναδειχθούν οι προσωπικότητες που σήμερα ξέρουμε και παπαγαλίζουμε. Η επανάσταση θα αποτύγχανε όπως απέτυχαν και οι προηγούμενές της.
Χωρίς τη Φιλική Εταιρία, τον Υψηλάντη και άλλους θαμμένους από τη λαϊκή ιστορία ανοιχτόμυαλους ανθρώπους, δε θα υπήρχες.
Και ούτε θα μπορούσαν να αναδειχθούν οι προσωπικότητες που σήμερα ξέρουμε και παπαγαλίζουμε. Η επανάσταση θα αποτύγχανε όπως απέτυχαν και οι προηγούμενές της.
22.3.16
15.3.16
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
“Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.”
“We fucked a flame into being.”
“It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.”
“She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.”
“The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.”
“It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. ”
‘if I had him inside me as a child!’
“We fucked a flame into being.”
“It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.”
“She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.”
“The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.”
“It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. ”
‘if I had him inside me as a child!’
10.3.16
9.3.16
Ex
Exploring does not necessarily mean that you will reach your goal.
It just means finding new paths.
You may succeed, you may not.
But you will be richer and wiser.
It just means finding new paths.
You may succeed, you may not.
But you will be richer and wiser.
5.3.16
1.3.16
Back seat
Older people driving the car.
Not family.
But caring.
Child again.
Safety inside.
Dream outside.
Wide open eyes.
Sleeping.
Not family.
But caring.
Child again.
Safety inside.
Dream outside.
Wide open eyes.
Sleeping.
29.2.16
20.2.16
14.2.16
2.2.16
Χέρι
Και ένα ακόμα.
Κρατήθηκαν.
Αμήχανα.
Αλλά σταθερά.
Για δυο λεπτά.
Αρτσούμπαλα.
Αποχωρίστηκαν.
Οριστικά.
Και πέρασε καιρός.
Ερωτηματικά.
Γιατί ήταν τόσο καλά.
23.1.16
2016
2015:
Year of selecting.
Passions, exits, breaks, life blowing travels, meetings, hurricanes and dances.
2016:
Year of commitments.
Year of selecting.
Passions, exits, breaks, life blowing travels, meetings, hurricanes and dances.
2016:
Year of commitments.
16.1.16
The house not on fire
No escape.
Only towards it.
No escape.
Only towards.
No escape.
Accept it.
No escape.
Just take a deep breath.
No escape.
And jump.
No escape.
And don't think.
No escape.
Freeze your mind.
No escape.
Keep it busy.
No escape.
You can.
No escape.
Others could.
No escape.
You can also.
No escape.
Just drive.
No escape.
Drive.
No escape.
Drive.
No escape.
Drive.
No escape.
Keep moving!
The nightmare becoming a daymare.
Disappeared once.
This split second, after I woke up and before I remembered.
Disappeared twice.
No escape.
I took me out.
Today was the morning I was looking forward to.
I am printing:
"Hello world!"
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Only towards it.
No escape.
Only towards.
No escape.
Accept it.
No escape.
Just take a deep breath.
No escape.
And jump.
No escape.
And don't think.
No escape.
Freeze your mind.
No escape.
Keep it busy.
No escape.
You can.
No escape.
Others could.
No escape.
You can also.
No escape.
Just drive.
No escape.
Drive.
No escape.
Drive.
No escape.
Drive.
No escape.
Keep moving!
The nightmare becoming a daymare.
Disappeared once.
This split second, after I woke up and before I remembered.
Disappeared twice.
No escape.
I took me out.
Today was the morning I was looking forward to.
I am printing:
"Hello world!"
\3.1.16
21.12.15
Απλές απολαύσεις
Το φεγγάρι που κοιτώ,
η φρέσκια γκουρμεδοσαλάτα,
το σπίτι γεμάτο σαγηνευτικούς ήχους, άδειο,
τα pc σε full λειτουργία,
ένα ποτήρι κρασί
και η πληρότητα που νιώθω.
Από τους ανθρώπους που γνωρίζω.
Τις πολύτιμες ιστορίες τους.
Τις πιο ακριβές εικόνες τους.
Και τη χαρά του μοιράσματος.
Η θέα της ζωής από το παράθυρο που κοιτώ.
Αν μου λείπει κάτι... να γράφω μουσική.
Έχω την τύχη να είμαι καλλιτέχνης.
Και να αγαπώ το άδειο.
Όσο και το γεμάτο.
Όσο το σκέφτομαι, τόσο πιο όμοια μου φαίνονται.
15.12.15
For the sake of fears' fun
A little bit. Bipolar.
Victimizer or a victim?
For the sake of the fears' fun.
Where am I opening to?
And why?
Can I?
Why?
Will I die?
Victimizer or a victim?
For the sake of the fears' fun.
Where am I opening to?
And why?
Can I?
Why?
Will I die?
11.12.15
Μεσόγειος
Your mediterranean spirit of the night devastates my soul.
With the desire to meet the children you bred.
My ancestors.
West and East melt down into your liquid curve in the middle of the earth.
Μεσόγειος...
Ya leili and mare nostrum.
We are all being poured into your vast tank that digests cultures and centuries.
Embarrassed present haunted by the past.
People proud and ashamed at the same time.
Christians and Muslims at different sides.
Life and death at your circle.
The curvity of convergence.
We are all smashed into your dark prehistoric motherhood.
Cursed to be eternal by your spirit of the night.
The one who eats my soul.
Μεσόγειος.
Will you digest me?
Will you be my destination to my beginning?
And spit my spirit to your timeless plate so that I meet my ancestors?
Greeks, Latins, Ottomans, Byzantines, Turks, Arabs...
I am part of you.
Of your history and your space.
5.12.15
4.12.15
Time density
These days have been thick.
I only live.
One after the other experience.
I run out of capacity of memories.
I don't have the time to wonder.
Is it reality or dream?
At least I know I am not crazy.
By sharing.
1.12.15
Failed scenario
Midnight walking in the city centre.
Grabbed a posna pizza feeling like at home.
Cut it into two.
One piece for now, the other for tomorrow.
A vivid young man passed me and walked towards a small park.
Picturesque.
Meeting his girlfriend, I guessed.
I photographically followed him.
He headed towards some waste bins.
Searching.
Picking up empty pizza boxes.
For food.
No!
"Hey! Please have this", I gave him the second piece.
Astonished.
He took it.
Then, he asked me for 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 dinars.
0,8 cent of a euro.
Counting in English.
I refused.
He thanked me.
I smiled and left.
Behind me I heared a voice.
"You are mother Maria!"
"No, I am not."
I turned to see him.
He was leaving the park.
No, I am not.
I just wanted to take the beauty away from the garbage.
Immediately.
For the sake of my failed scenario.
The table
Today I lived my Youth.
No thermal bath.
No Alpes.
No Sorrentino.
Just a kafana.
In Beograd.
By life.
At the one side of the table, me.
At the other, two original men.
Table or life?
30.11.15
To north
I am somewhere.
Where I sleep, I see the stars above me.
And I hear the horns of the ships crossing the river.
24.11.15
Ακόμα;
Ψηφίσατε Τσίπρα.
Λύσατε το οικονομικό.
Θέλετε να λύσετε και το μεταναστευτικό.
Και όποια άλλη φαεινή έχετε στο κεφάλι.
Αναρωτιέμαι.
Πότε θα το αυτοβουλώσετε;
Πότε θα σας πάρει η ντροπή από τα μάτια;
Οι υπόλοιποι είμαστε δημοκράτες.
Δεν θα σας το βουλώσουμε.
Please.
Κάντε το μόνοι σας.
Γλυτώστε μας από τη βλακεία σας.
17.11.15
Στο πεζούλι της Ιστορίας κάθισα
Έγραψα, έγραψα, έγραψα...
Και οι ανακαλύψεις απαιτούν κόπο.
Πνευματική υπερπροσπάθεια.
Άδειο κουρέλι το μυαλό.
Το σώμα άρρωστο.
Επιστρέφω στη θεραπεία του οικείου.
Της γλώσσας, του σπιτιού, του εδώ.
Ο ήλιος με ζεσταίνει.
Η ηρεμία με ταξιδεύει.
Δίνει χώρο στη στιγμή.
Την αίσθηση.
Είδα ένα όνειρο.
Ινδικό.
Ντελίριο.
Έξαψη και ηρεμία.
Τι ασυμβατότητα.
Θυμήθηκα.
Τον ποιητικό αναγνώστη.
Πόση ηρεμία.
Κοινές ώρες ηλιόλουστης ακινησίας.
Χαμογελαστά μέτωπα, μάτια πουλιά.
Οικεία αίσθηση επιστροφής.
Ξέγνοιαστη αλάνα παιδικής χαράς.
Μακρινές μνήμες.
Η ερώτηση "υπήρξε;" αναπόφευκτη.
Ο χρόνος εκπτύσσεται κι άλλο.
Μνήμες, πάθη πιο μακρινά,
ξεπιάνονται μετά από στρίμωγμα.
Άμεσο επακόλουθο μιας πλούσιας ζωής.
Διαδοχικοί πολιτισμοί,
καλύπτουν τον προηγούμενο.
Τα τραγούδια τους με περιμένουν να ξαποστάσω για να αναδυθούν.
Από το ιστορικό βάθος.
Το μνημειακό πλούτο.
Το ασίγαστο ταξίδι.
Στιβαροί στρατιώτες,
ασκητικοί βυζαντινοί,
άπιαστοι γλάροι,
εξωτική ανατολή.
Υπήρξατε;
Υπάρχετε;
Ή σας φαντάστηκα;
The outcome
Understanding the world makes me love it.
Understanding the origin of its cruelty makes me fair.
Understanding its problems makes me able to solve them.
Understanding the origin of its cruelty makes me fair.
Understanding its problems makes me able to solve them.
And exploring keeps me alive.
Correlating Islam with terrorism
The answer I was seeking:
The solution is a separation between religion and state.
West could do that. And did.
East can't.
...Secularism and the democratic rule of law are principles that Islamist reject.
Democratic elections put the laws of man before the laws of God, according to the Islamic State’s Sharia and is therefore apostasy, which is punishable by death. Obviously, not all Muslims reject secular government. This is especially true in the West where an overwhelming number of Muslims prefer secular government. But the number of Muslims throughout North Africa, the Middle East, and on into Pakistan and Afghanistan that believe Sharia law is the inspired word of God is well over 50 percent...
http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/11/islam-religion-of-peace-or-institution-of-violence/
Counting the virgins
The controversy about the 72 virgins and the Koran.
http://wikiislam.net/wiki/72_Virgins
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2002/jan/12/books.guardianreview5
Understanding ISIS
My understanding:
Isis puts into force a socioeconomic system with territorial requirements as dictated by the earliest and most cruel Islamic core texts and traditional teachings which are disregarded or even unknown to the vast Muslim community. Isis regards not only non-Muslims, but also mainstream Muslims as apostates needed to be killed. Even arabic countries without the full range of Sharia into force are regarded as betrayors.
The most seriously informative and demanding article I've recently read.
...Muslims can say that slavery is not legitimate now, and that crucifixion is wrong at this historical juncture. Many say precisely this. But they cannot condemn slavery or crucifixion outright without contradicting the Koran and the example of the Prophet. “The only principled ground that the Islamic State’s opponents could take is to say that certain core texts and traditional teachings of Islam are no longer valid,” Bernard Haykel says. That really would be an act of apostasy.
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/03/what-isis-really-wants/384980/
15.11.15
Biology
In Syria it is civil war.
Is it civil war in Paris, too?
So, why should I compare them?
I have been disgusted by pollitically correct declarations lacking any common sense.
If we don't adjust our way of thinking, we are codemned to fail.
And this is not an opinion.
This is biology.
Wanted: a free Muslim's help
I cannot stop correlating Islam with terrorism.
If any in the world kills in the name of a religion, it is always Islam.
Why Islam?
Why only Islam?
I really need the help of a Muslim.
A Muslim.
Not an outsider who interpret Islam.
But not any Muslim, as well. Not a common Muslim.
A free Muslim.
A free Muslim who is first concerned with this correlation.
A concerned Muslim who respects reality. as well as his god/her God.
I want the explanation of the situation as seen through his/her eyes.
His/her free eyes.
Is there any?
Can it be there any?
Not biased trying to protect his religion?
With a clear view towards reality and religion?
I really need his/her help.
If any in the world kills in the name of a religion, it is always Islam.
Why Islam?
Why only Islam?
I really need the help of a Muslim.
A Muslim.
Not an outsider who interpret Islam.
But not any Muslim, as well. Not a common Muslim.
A free Muslim.
A free Muslim who is first concerned with this correlation.
A concerned Muslim who respects reality. as well as his god/her God.
I want the explanation of the situation as seen through his/her eyes.
His/her free eyes.
Is there any?
Can it be there any?
Not biased trying to protect his religion?
With a clear view towards reality and religion?
I really need his/her help.
12.11.15
11.11.15
Out of curiosity
I don't know
if I'll ever have grandchildren,
I know
I will have stories to tell,
I don't know
how they will end,
I know
how they start.
9.11.15
My Youth and its Perils From the Sea
As heard in the poem of life, Youth by Paolo Sorrentino.
Life, Youth, Death.
Life, Youth, Death, Life, Youth, Death.
Life, Youth, Death, Life, Youth, Death, Life, Youth, Death.
What a circle...
And I’m so happy to be alive
To have these people in my life
8.11.15
On the verge
I am on the verge.
Closer to edge.
Outside where I am.
Standing near lines.
Am I the one who defines?
My end and my start?
My fall and my up?
On the verge.
If you are on the verge of something or come to the verge of something, you are very close to experiencing it:on the verge of collapse/success/tears/death/disaster/war
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Acrobats walking on limits
Unluckily, not just like you.
I drove us to fall.
Will you teach me?
I drove us to fall.
Will you teach me?
Cause I'm just like you,
I don't know what to do,
I'm searching pieces of truth.
Cause I'm just like you,
I am broken and untrue,
I don't know what to do.
7.11.15
6.11.15
But the Goddess will not
She holds his hand.
He is a brave man.
Besides, he does not need them.
Separating and punishing invented male gods...
The God Abandons Antony
When suddenly, at midnight, you hear
an invisible procession going by
with exquisite music, voices,
don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now,
work gone wrong, your plans
all proving deceptive—don’t mourn them uselessly.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all, don’t fool yourself, don’t say
it was a dream, your ears deceived you:
don’t degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
as is right for you who proved worthy of this kind of city,
go firmly to the window
and listen with deep emotion, but not
with the whining, the pleas of a coward;
listen—your final delectation—to the voices,
to the exquisite music of that strange procession,
and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.
- Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)
Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard
1.11.15
The world
Try to be inspiring.
Try to be beautiful and give.
Give freedom and wisdom to people.
The world misses you.
The best you.