Εξωγήινες μούμιες του Περού …

Κατερίνα Καριζώνη, Ιστορικό εκστρατείας

The Incidentals

Shepherd

Old Manousos, the back

in a day young shepherd boy

upon the mountains of Sfakia,

proudly stood in his pew

while the priest read the Gospel

and the chanters sang

Christ is Risen and he

always with reverence

he bowed his head

old Manousos with his snow

white hair thinned by the years

with his strong belief that

he too, is a descendant of

the Minoans, would one day

rise and go meet his

predecessors in Heaven

especially his most glorious

great grandfather Minos

his primeval ancestor

until the night came when Hades

paid a visit to him and his

pew became an orphan, none

of the villagers dared stand

in his spot, none ever learned

whether old Manousos met his

relatives, especially his great

Grandfather Minos, none ever

stood at his beloved pew when

one time during the Christ is Risen

eulogy his buddy Kostas put

his thin hair on fire to

the congregation’s amusement,

such tricks were very common

in the church and to the father

Theodosios who’d smile vaguely

and keep slowly chanting

the appropriate Easter psalm

Μαρία Πανούτσου, Η Οφηλία δεν μένει πια εδώ

Έφη Καρασμάνη, Σατυρικό

Vangelis–Monastery of La Rabida

Ugga

Twenty-Eight

Two hundred and eighty thousand years before zero

in the cave of Denisova

rip the hunting skin

sew furs

you lose your body hair.

Human, the beginning of shyness

invention of shamelessness

as a game of attraction

your wooden spear

pierces the first human rib

you see the flowing blood

you fantasize

you see huge spears piercing the earth

and an unknown fluid spring out

to use and wash your clan.

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Pyotr Kropotkin – Η ιδέα του καλού και του κακού

luliana Irimia – one of Literary Revelations’ most beloved and wonderful artists

Twelve Narratives of the Gypsy

Yet despite all your efforts

you don’t ever fool my eyes

all you wild winged beasts

nor you birds, neither horses.

I’m the one who runs not you

you’re rooted in the ground

soon as the rider will stop

you too become immobile

grandiose adventures

of the immortal gods

wherever you may exist

oh, you shadows of ghosts

all you illusionary giants

oh, to all you gods, alas

from the moment a man

will ride a horse before you

and will stand to observe

how you behave like the oak

or like ferns and will notice

you are hanging from his hand

and knowing that you hide

from their view

the airy face of the deep sky

he’ll forever separate you

from the sun you hide too

he’ll take the fire to light

and warm his humble home

and he’ll burn you with it.

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