FROM OBLOMOV’S JOURNAL
Rainy day in the afternoon
It’s getting more and more difficult to get started,
to start again, to make myself do it
and get it over with.
I am becoming more and more alienated from
youth,
like the one who is alienated from
what he is not anymore, from who he was.
It’s not a betrayal, I’m just forgetting;
I’m busy with others or not
and I forget.
Another day, in the morning
I look at my body as if to an alien planet
on which I settled.
I immerse myself into the peace and dreams with it,
I procrastinate because of its moods, I always
procrastinate.
It’s a kind of symbiosis
between me and the flesh planet, which sees, hears,
feels, sleeps and rests.
Together in some kind of love and death.
Me or it, one of us has to give in.
Manolis Aligizakis 