The Unquiet Land

excerpt

“In one way they were right,” Michael interrupted.
“Yes, that’s true enough,” Caitlin agreed. “The doctor tried to tell the people it was epilepsy, but they said that epilepsy was just a doctor’s big word for seizure by the Devil. Then a fishing boat went down in a storm with the loss of all hands. The people in the fishing village blamed Padraig. They dragged him from the doctor’s house, but on the way to the harbour, where they might have drowned him, he suffered another seizure. He was writhing on the ground and foaming at the mouth when my father rescued him. The doctor agreed with my father that the best thing for his own safety was to let Padraig go.”
“What a terrible life that poor man has had,” Michael observed.
“Only the first dozen years,” Caitlin said. “He was twelve when he came here.”
“So he lived with the doctor and his wife for three years?”
“About that, yes. But he was mostly confined to their house. Children stoned him one day when he went outside.”
“Imagine being stuck in a house for three years.”
“It was a lot better than the house he came from. The doctor continued his education.”
“Padraig’s education?”
“Yes.”
“What do you mean, ‘continued’ it?”
“His mother, the school-teacher, educated him herself as best she could under the circumstances in her brother’s house. She did a good job of it too. Padraig is a clever man. A very quick learner.”
“You should know, shouldn’t you?” Michael said. “You spent a lot of time over his books too, as I’ve heard.”
“I learned as much from Padraig as he did from me,” Caitlin said modestly, but honestly. “Old Shaughnessy, the schoolmaster, didn’t know what to make of Padraig. I did. I taught him what I could. Except for theology.”
“Theology?” This was a new word for Michael.
“The study of religion.”
“I see.”
“Padraig was quite well versed in that. The doctor or his wife must have known a lot about it. Padraig actually taught himself, Michael, in between the odd jobs he did for my father. He did well enough to get to university. After that there was no stopping him.”

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Nikos Engonopoulos – Poems

Double Checking the Signals
on the corners of the shadow
the eyes got burned
in the most unbelievable ferocity
of the walls of the zodiac Roxane
lust that charges
as if the result was
never mentioned
hope, curse and flesh
put together the awe
of sleep
they hold the lips
tightly shut
they forget of trickery
in lustful mysteries
the dual salvation
commands
to the dusk the winds raise
the spinning wheel hides us
attracts us
wants the stranger’s passion from us
the pain of the material world
in the honeycombs
of yesterday
the rose, like a true styptic
the secret serenity of the day
the fast symbolic tissue
band of light,
of silence
they feel nostalgic
for the escapee who
will be released
and steal and hide
among the leaves
the body
that was truly loved

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Medusa

Cyclamen
With the first sliver of sunlight, cyclamen unfolds petals in the rock’s schism, the breeze chants a hymn before the virgin light, and the bluish window, like the verse of a faint poem, observes the dawn as I courageously try to balance life after your death
—Get up to gather the leaves of the big oak. They won’t go into the recycling bag on their own
Rose in the vase leans like a star on the right crest of the sky, the lock of the door remembers of all the little songs it has locked outside, and I pray to His majesty to bring you back to me
—If you need three recycling bags, I have more in the storage room
Closer to my retina, I discover a tear that will flow like a ripened fruit, rebellious molecules dancing in a frenetic mode as if to redefine Terpsichore’s flow, the brownish finch discovers our birdfeeder and takes control of his hunger
— Tell me what is on your mind, and you ignore me today?
The colourful dawn paints idols and symbols onto my retinas, and I can almost hear your footsteps, my beloved, echoing on the gleaming floor of the terrace, reminding me of the need to have you
— You don’t care whether I talk to you or not, do you?

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