I take something and place it somewhere else. I don’t know why perhaps I don’t like something; seconds later the cloth; then the paper which screams a whisper when its position is changed. Does this imperceptible sound perhaps expresses discomfort or relief for this new relation of the soulless to infinity? or perhaps the subject longs for its old place? A small imperceptible movement a glance, a spark of light and look, the internal-self springs out and moves freely in the abstract now. Then something as an erotic murmur is heard or a little whining of an unfed dog. matter will act as such, I say before my own silence takes control of me.
and people had already found their shelter and the forgetful ones or late sauntering souls were drenched in a matter of minutes when exposed to the elements. Rain fell in wide bands occasionally very strong as if wanting to cleanse all sins from the souls of sinful men or as if to purify all guilt some people carried in their hearts such was the duty of rain this November evening. While the tempest raged outside the walls of the mausoleum, the children had had their evening meals; George the Cretan cook had prepared bean soup for them merely enough to fill their small stomachs. Marcus as always made sure he was put on kitchen duty, his teachers hadn’t yet smelled his scheme, and soon after all other children left for their sleeping quarters Marcus went to the kitchen where his evening boss, George, allotted to him tonight’s duty: to scape clean two big cauldrons which were used for the soup. The youth, having a perpetual smile on his face, one would say he had planned this kitchen duty, stood by the sink and leaning over the huge vessel he started to scrape and clean which he did bit by bit and stroke after stroke while George supervised making sure the vessel would be spotless for next day’s use. And it came to be, spotless as the supervisor would want it and as Marcus the Indian youth who had a good sense of commitment knew which resulted in him being worthy of his reward: an extra bowlful of bean soup, a slice of bread and a small piece of apple pie. The youth was sitting at his regular kitchen table meant for the cooks and their helpers and relished his reward up to the last morsel; George was observing the youth who was enjoying his pie. Yet he sensed the heaviness weighing on his heart and reflecting in his eyes. “What is it, Marcus? What’s bothering you?”
IV Logos is residing far from the headmaster’s reasoning. The untouched Kore smiles at the breeze when the corn stalk stands firm and blushes while the poet throws his diaphanous love to the four corners of the earth identifying his brightest future. Ecclesia’s leader dresses his thoughts with heavenly perfumes and incenses myriad names and terms for the immovable turned into a commodity. Ape’s mind is always up to a new task and with appropriate fanfare with all required zeal replaces the ancient priestess with a new male code of conduct and the free-spirited became the slave of a malicious system using methods always decreed by the modern shaman.
Manolis Aligizakis 