The Circle

excerpt

He sits down and looks around the office; the lieutenant catches his eye and
says, “Well, it’s as functional as any other, I suppose.”
The Admiral smiles thinking of his own office, which is very similar.
“Yes, I suppose so, lieutenant. Well, tell me what we know so far; do you have
an autopsy report?”
“Yes, it arrived a little earlier,” Bonetti gives him the written report of the
autopsy.
The Admiral reads the half-page brief and hands it back to the officer.
“It appears to be a clear-cut case, I suppose. Anything else on your mind,
lieutenant?”
“It’s strange that, when we got the phone records from the house, we
determined the widow had made a few calls when she discovered the body. The
first call was to a lover, then to the daughter, then to us third. Then to her
girlfriend.”
“To a lover? There is another man in the picture? I never expected that from
Emily. Are you sure?”
The lieutenant looks him in the eye and says, “No doubt, Admiral. She calls
him “sweetheart” and he says to her, “I’ll be there shortly.” I have seen this
scenario many times, however we cannot place him at the crime scene at the time
of death. The evidence is crystal clear, ballistics, prints, etc.”
“That means the third person has no involvement, I presume,” the Admiral
says. “Who is he, anyway?”
“A person named Talal Ahem, an Iraqi chemist, presently unemployed.”
“I have met this man, Talal Ahem. He is a friend of Hakim Mahdi,
boyfriend of the deceased’s daughter?”
“Yes, Admiral. He was the one with the limo, when I got there.”
“Yes, I know him as well. He’s the nephew of Ibrahim Mahdi, an Iraqi
billionaire, here for cancer treatment. I wouldn’t think these two boys would
have anything to do with this,” he admits to himself aloud.
“Well, it seems you know these people. Now I have something else for you,
Admiral, and this is most strange. When I conducted my examination at the
scene, I noticed signs of tears on the cheeks of the deceased; the medical
examiner confirmed it. The examiner says this man was in a blissful state of
mind when he took his own life. I find that very difficult to follow. Yet the
autopsy confirms that; as you read in the report they found traces of serotonin in
his bloodstream. On the other hand, there was plenty of adrenaline in his
bloodstream also, which means this man had been quite unhappy and angry
before coming to the state of blissfulness, as the examiner put it.”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/0978186524

Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume IV

Phemonoe
What they didn’t understand enchanted them the most,
especially if it didn’t refer to them — those general and
vague that relieved them from most of the difficulties —
those words that hid and referred to one of their locales
(barren and unknown lands),
a place of quietness and freedom.
The priestess Phemonoe
(it was said) understood the bird chirps, the water trickle,
the stirring of leaves, and after she’d drink three gulps from
the spring of Cassotis*, and after she’d sit on the high tripod,
she explained them (with inarticulate cries) and holding in
her mouth a laurel branch.
The prophets, around her, wrote
down her cries hastily. After, the decipherers explained, with
clearness and exactness, the exegesis of her words.
Until, one day,
they showed her the written exegesis of her cries, Phemonoe
couldn’t understand them “who said these?” she asked.
And when, “You” they said to her, she smiled ambiguously
and added: “Yes, but I meant something else too”
This “something else too” fifty years later (or even eons) none
of our decipherers has explained, and perhaps for this reason
the poets still continue to write with the secret suspicion that
even Phemonoe doesn’t know what that else is.

  • Naiad who lived in the spring at the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F9X3VPN4

Troglodytes

II
Eros caresses the ephebe’s heart as the Muses
sing delights to the senses and an ethereal
conscience suffuses under the citadel
of Athena, where thoughts create a man
and infinite splendor spreads over every
pleat of the insignificant, and in which
the lyre fills the air with its diaphanous
euphony. The dark blue Aegean is in consonance
with Eros when the freest mind
succumbs to the freeing poison as
the glaucous sky sheds tears and the
agile goat climbs the rocks licking the salt
of its sweat. The body is hardened like
a stone. The crest of the eastern sky
shivers from the taste of blood
as under the shining marbles
the furies unleash macabre lamentations
and the vision of an analytical mind ascends.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/0978186583