Month: April 2025

Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Disposition

And I tried to name the nameless

describe it to the beasts with images

of my kin and they laughed at my expense

so cheap was the guilt those days

that I bought a lot with my tears

and I devoted my energy to reach

the unreachable, dreamer that I was

trying to unclasp my innocence

from the talons of the void

the sweet voice of the poet yelled

from deep within my essence what

you save during the length of a lightning bolt

diaphanous it will remain forever

I stood speechless before the wise statue

and pondered on the meaning of little

whitewashed houses by the bay

and the metal cross of the little chapel

that crucified my inheritance

black stigmata and my disposition

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BKHW4B4S

Fragment for Yorick

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

With Eyes Closed
Beautiful as the wilderness
is tamed by pagodas
as the fourth eye weeps the nectar,
as on the artificial turf
the boy is dribbling between two lightning bolts
Here swallows guard the summer,
our fading, lean summer.
They zigzag tirelessly and
and as long as they are here, they don’t let
the molecules of summer disintegrate.
Reading cloud-books
the unflappable windmill,
grinding its letters into flour
that the bread may not be only earth and water,
but blue sky too.
Today I have no reason to flee,
yet I remember. Somewhere
there’s a hidden door, I’ll smoothen
the wall. I close my eyes,
to make it easier to find.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1926763645

(Mario Vargas Llosa: Για τον Γκυστάβ Φλωμπέρ

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment
[Mario Vargas Llosa: Για τον Γκυστάβ Φλωμπέρ

Robert Creeley, Μια μορφή προσαρμογής

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment
Robert Creeley, Μια μορφή προσαρμογής

Entropy

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Time and Light

We are unborn

all of us and each of us

in the consciousness of timelessness

the embryo of the abyss

coiled in the wrath of nostalgia

fingerprints of loneliness

the sob of tomorrow

the cell of nothingness.

The time and light choke

they dream of a leap into the unknown

they gather the winds that burst

an arrow by an unknown hand aims

at the origin of the young age

and the innocence of destiny becomes history.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DPCRLJC6

Ken Kirkby, A Painter’s Quest for Canada

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Excerpt

“That’s an awkward and difficult subject,” she said. “I don’t want to talk
about it right now.”
Miloo became the central focus of his life and as their friendship deepened,
Ken confessed that he liked her – but far more than the word implied.
He liked her very deeply.
“You can’t like me that much,” she said. “You come from one world and
I come from another and there is no hope that we could ever be more than
just passing friends. It would be nothing but trouble for everybody.”
Ken felt a familiar rebel anger stirring in him. “Why? Did somebody
make a rule?”
“Yes,” she said. “Those are the rules.”
“But if the rules are bad, do you still accept them?”
“It’s everybody,” she said. “It’s everywhere you turn. That’s the way it is.”
“Well, I don’t accept it.”
“You’ll get into a lot of trouble.”
“I don’t care. It seems that all the best things in my life are trouble and
I just won’t accept it.”
Ken’s father noted the growing friendship between his son and Miloo.
Perhaps thinking to distract him, he asked him one late summer day what
he would like for his next birthday. Ken opened his Michelangelo book to
the photograph of David. “I want to see that,” he said.
“Why that?” his father asked.
“It’s probably the most perfect thing I have ever seen. It has only one
flaw.”
“And what’s the flaw?”
“Look at his hand,” Ken pointed to the picture. “He’s holding a stone in
his hand and that’s the stone he was putting in a sling to throw at Goliath.
Everything else is perfect but this hand is weird. Why would he do that?
Why would he make such a strange hand on such a beautiful body?”
“I don’t know,” his father admitted. “So, that’s what you really want to
do?”
“Yes. I want to go to Florence.”
On the morning of his thirteenth birthday, he and his father boarded
the train to Italy. In Florence, they stepped into a line that seemed
to stretch to infinity outside the gates of the Accademia delle Belle Arti.
Slowly the line inched its way to the spot where the colossal 17-foot statue
towered over the crowd. Ken wanted to feast his eyes, but the relentless
throng forced him to walk by it after only a passing glance.
As they left the museum, his father asked, “Did you like it?”
“How can you look at something that way?” Ken asked. “I want to
spend a lot of time there.”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/0981073573

The Basil Poledouris MASTERPIECE

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Life is a Poem

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

WAITING FOR MY SON
At the beginning of the season you must know
I am waiting for you
and I entrust you with an area
next to which
there will be an orchard of Jonathan apples.
For three days after your birth
it won’t rain
in order the grandparents
can give their great souls to their descendant…
I’ll leave you long distances
until you elope with your girlfriend
to a small island,
only the two of you to play around on a golden beach.
I will be far away
and the words I leave behind
you should abandon there among the pine trees in
the snow

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C7KT7ZFV

UGGA

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

23

The first genome of religious wonderment

is coded in the DNA of man

the magician gathers them around the fire

are you, not the one

with imagination, oh Leader?
It’s someone else, there, you see him?

With stories other than hunting

he enchants them

with stories that haven’t taken place yet

about men who aren’t born yet

about men who haven’t died yet

about animals that talk

hey, why are you waiting?
He tells them about a gleaming god.

Do you listen to him?

Start talking before he usurps you.

Harry, or else work with Him.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/192676370X

Το παλιό και το νέο – Il vecchio e il nuovo

On By vequinoxIn UncategorizedLeave a comment
Το παλιό και το νέο – Il vecchio e il nuovo