Ταυτότητα

     Αργά φτάσαμε στο στούντιο του χορευτή.

Οπάλινη μουσική, περιρρέουσα ατμόσφαιρα

περιτειχισμένος οίστρος. Τα βήματά του περιγράφανε

καμπύλες οι βραχίονες σχηματίζαν γραμμές από

μακρινές χώρες όνειρο δειλό εκεί που κατευθύνονταν

ο χορευτής με το παράξενο χαμόγελο αξία φύσης

που δεν αναλυόταν στη χημεία δυο φρύδια υψωμένα

σε συμφωνία με κάποιο ουράνιο βιολοντσέλο

λεπτοί μηροί που δημιουργούσαν το αιώνιο

αίνιγμα που προσπαθήσαμε πολύ να ξεδιαλύνουμε

όμως μετά `πό χρόνια πολλά διαισθανθήκαμε πως

σημασία δεν είχε πια καμιά. Εκείνος θαύμασε

τις κινήσεις του κορμιού μες στον αγέρα και

του αγέρα τους αναστεναγμούς γύρω απ’ το κορμί

και προσφώνησε δυο μούσες, μια για το χορευτή

και μια για τον Υπεράνθρωπο που ήταν ο χορευτής.

Affinity

We slowly arrived at the dancer’s studio:

opaline music, secluded inspiration, ambience.

His steps wrote contours, his arms morphed

elliptical lines from faraway lands; to the timid

dream he was headed, the dancer, with the peculiar

smile, value of life never explained in chemistry;

two eyebrows raised in symphony with celestial

cello, thin legs that created his eternal enigma

that we had tried so much to decipher, yet years

later we understood it wasn’t as important.

He admired the movements of the dancer

in the air and the air’s sigh around the dancer’s

body and He evoked two Muses, one for the dancer

the other for the Übermensch the dancer was.

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Poem by Sissy Doutsiou

LEVIATHAN

The black sea

thick unexplored bottom

big waves, exulted sea froth

the only ones who survived Leviathan

dark

fearful

powerful

the peace of its seafloor

passage to Hades

you won’t need to bribe with bronze coins

trembling before the dark endlessness is enough

your relatives won’t need to feed death

under your tongue: nothing

Acheron is sorry

Cocytus wails

Phlegethon explodes

Lethe forgets

Styx hates

lives tied

to various places

you haven’t imagined

pirates

construction sites

sailors

breaths of men chained on gigantic anchors

they put aside skates and red fishes

to report a full cargo to the port authorities

cosmetics and accessories for women

last breaths of mammals

with their eyes pulled by the metal net

plastic colorful hands

disembowel schools of fish

they just have time for a cigarette

the sea is angry

tyrant and at the same time

savior of the earth

industry sounds and

the cries of Atlantic

buzzing

and the rough unfamiliar

Leviathan

details give you vertigo

the magenta’s light is low

about thirty five per cent

each instrument in its place

for its hanging

for its underwater killing

chains, hooks, pipes.

A load of blood

the blood of sea weed

dried exotic conches

wrinkled star fishes that shed tears

and dried up corals —

wrinkled memories of a sea floor

plastic blue gloves

remind you the color of dawn

stow beauty in orange plastic pails

souvenir from Portugal, mom,  

buy me that sea horse,

it’s so nice

Dead.

Men like machines

with no emotions

frozen eyes

cold

the wind that makes you

think only of hunger

wine

cigarettes

a chubby cunt to fuck

repeated movements

repetition kills tenderness

repetition

cynic words

and survival.

A trap door that spits blood

and pieces of rotten sea meat

twenty four degrees and fifteen minutes north latitude

seventy six degrees west longitude

alone

in the ocean.

Parts of the ship

rectangular shapes

square and multi-angular

with schisms

the heavy and salty sea water

goes through

fills and

empties

rocks

when the rusted shapes fill

with men near death

the sea

washes them clean

freshens them

until they die of asphyxiation

a load made of corpses

their fate was common

to stop

running inconceivably in the sea floor

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TIME FOR A PERSON IN LOVE

Time is different for a person in love;

who’s not practical

moments come to an end with no results

future is planned with the most beautiful images

of yesterday’s love

separation is regarded as death

when the feeling die

he doesn’t recognize himself.

When I meet him at the grocery store

we greeted each other

then the dialogue

with you starts

euphoria of the first encounter:

I feel light as I leave

if you had the chance to touch me

eyes on the ground if the horrible

glance of separation appeared again.

I let go of everything

the moment from the present

and I enter into a different moment

thick and undivided

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