Month: May 2025

Liquid Labyrinth

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my spice flowers
fűszervirágaim
I use the spice of your kiss
silence melts in the sunset
all here is gold and mist

  • and I feel the warmth of the smoke of existence
    soundless collision of wild petals
    we are plucked out from an earthly flower forever
    now no bad words can reach me no specials
    but the past stitched its links together
    I am ready to accept that your silence is your mate
  • your spice is as a noble moment as a mirth
    all your wishes are joy and to hate
    what was left out of the rebirth
    my kisses won’t stay they whirled
    the buds of gods encased in ice snap
    miracles are torn up by the will of the world
    in the eyes of the night in the shape of the heart’s lap
    because of your fresh kisses I become a crumb
    one learns – one’s emotions cut like a blade
  • I also came for a while to love
    but I am part of the passing away
    no longer I have power over your heart
  • your memory merges into nothing’s space
    and your present also slips through my rampart
  • as the Word into the souls of saints

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Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I

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Old Age

Old women come they fill the house they hold

umbrellas fans small or big black hats

purses with hand-mirrors handkerchiefs lipsticks compacts

they unravel big balls of string they shut the doors

most of them are deaf or dumb One of them shouts

and sock-needles pills and pins fall on the floor

he pounds fragrant cloves and chickpeas in the mortar

he deafens the old women he throws their keys in the well

and I am young Sunday morning with the strong winds

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Erich Fromm – Τίσημαίνει αγάπη;

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Erich Fromm – Τι σημαίνει αγάπη;

Από την αριστερή μελαγχολία στην ποίηση για την κοινωνική δικαιοσύνη

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Από την αριστερή μελαγχολία στην ποίηση για την κοινωνική δικαιοσύνη

He Rode Tall

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Excerpt

As a boy, the dancing waters of Paradise Creek had always
been special to Joel. More specifically the headwaters, the spring
up in the hills was a very special place. It was his place. A safe
place to hide and his place to ponder the possibilities of life. Now
as he crossed over Paradise Creek as a man, for the first time in
thirty-two years Joel could feel that the bridge represented much
more to him than simply a wooden structure that ensured a dry
start to his ride. Joel Hooper was crossing over into a new adventure
in his life. Or at least he sure hoped he was. Sure as heck
something had to change. And it had to change in a hurry.
On this particularly fine Montana morning, Joel was serenaded
by the rustling of the wind through the tall grass of the
thickly matted pasture. Yes, it seemed to be the same wind that
Joel had been meaninglessly chasing for so many years. But he
knew that this time it was different. Joel Hooper was home. It
wasn’t so much the ranch yard with the tiny weathered ranch
house and the dilapidated buildings that Joel thought of as home
but it was the Hills of Serenity that held the Circle H, nestled
close to their western side. Gently rolling, golden hills rose high
out of the flat plains below. He knew he was coming home. The
shrill calls of the meadowlarks were heralding his arrival.
As he crested yet another hill, Joel was greeted by the distant
view of a dozen mares and their foals leisurely grazing on a lush
meadow. They were gorgeous horses and they were his horses,
now that he had inherited the Circle H; amazing as that may still
seem to him, this is what a lawyer named Debra Song in Great
Falls had told him just yesterday. Not that the Circle H was
much by most people’s standards but it was a heck of a lot more
than anyone else had ever given him in his life.
At that moment, Joel was struck by the incredible freedom of
his new equine family roaming the high hills. Yes, he thought.
That is what I want for my life. Reaching back into his childhood,
Joel recalled that horses had always been a bold and beautiful
symbol of freedom. He had so desperately wanted some of
what they had.

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Fragment for Yorick

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Time will Come
Soon my children
will enrol me in the old people’s school,
in the eighth grade,
so that when I come out I can be a freshman,
whose face is still clean, and although
I’m a little anxious, I’m interested in everything,
I want to know, and not forget.

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The Circle

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Excerpt

“How about a cup at the spot?”
“I’m having one right now. Want to shoot some pool?”
“Sure. Meet you there in about half an hour?”
“Yeah.”
He finishes his coffee quickly, eats his sandwich, and steps into the shower.
Today is Saturday, and the rest of his day is free. He puts on his jeans, a t-shirt,
and a light jacket. The days of September are getting cooler; a sign of fall
approaching.
In the elevator he meets the lady from 406, a middle-aged blonde who likes
him and always exchanges a few words with him. Today is no exception.
“Out again?” she asks, with a smile.
“Yeah, for a while.”
“Girls, girls, as always!”
She says nothing more as they reach the lobby and they go their separate
ways.
He walks to the parking lot, gets into his car, and drives to the pool hall. Talal
is already there and has ordered his coffee. Hakim buys a bottle of water and they
start their game.
“Anything on the job-front?” Hakim asks.
“Nothing yet, man.”
“Well, something will come together sooner or later.” He tries to encourage
his friend.
“I hope so, man; I’m getting frustrated.”
Hakim’s phone rings. It’s Jennifer.
“Hi, how are you?” he says.
“Hi, I’m okay. You remember, I promised to call you.”
“Yeah, I know, but—”
“What? You don’t want to go out with me? Is that it?” she interrupts him.
“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m having a game of pool with Talal.”
She hesitates on the other end of the phone, so he tells her, “I’ll see you later,
okay?”
“You promise?”
“Yeah, I promise. I’ll call you and meet you later.”
He puts his phone away; it’s his turn to play.
“She really wants to know where you are all the time, eh?” asks Talal.
“No, that’s not it. She called earlier, and I told her to call me back.”
“Women, you know, they are all the same. That’s why my style is no
commitment, you know? Casual sex as often as possible, but none of this
nonsense!”

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Γεράσιμος Λυκιαρδόπουλος, Από το ‘Υπό ξένην σημαίαν’

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Γεράσιμος Λυκιαρδόπουλος, Από το “Υπό ξένην σημαίαν

Unfulfilled

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Taboo
Touch your right arm
With your left hand… slide
Imagine that I’m
By your side
If you want more…
Soften your lips
Feel them with your
Fingertips
Imagine that I’m…
Kissing you
The rest for these lines
Be taboo

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Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

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Embalming

And the time came to speak the truth

rising through the cracks of the floor

four signs of distress sent

to the four corners of the globe

and I positioned myself

before the wrath of Zeus

when the mistral blew against me

and the terrace creaked

as if agreeing with my anger

at the little people who always knelt

while golden nymphs 

reminded me of man’s misery when

finally, I placed my head on the pillow

to spend my long night of solitude

truthfully, Him I was, the splendorous

loner, the irritable saviour

foolish enough to be embalmed

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