ΤΕΛΟΣ

the waves of the land

2012-01-27T17:03:00.004+02:00

2012-01-25T23:10:00.004+02:00

accidentally i came across the word: talvi
winter
we say χειμώνας.
seems we have to find our way through this
that means to evolve

kiitos! ευχαριστώ

2012-01-24T17:10:00.005+02:00

kiitos, my dear friend Ritva
all around you and your generosity are

kiitos, dear Hannna!

kiitos, dear Niina!

these are the gifts unexpected thoroughly
from the northern friends i make

2012-01-09T21:11:00.001+02:00

the river has flooded

2012-01-04T23:14:00.002+02:00

Happy New Year,
friends!
May we live well

2011-12-18T18:46:00.004+02:00

this is for the time being
counting the days out
and the days in
regarding the weather state
It is a handsome way to spend time
regardless of everything else.
We look forward to this Christmas
and have our fire lit up.

2011-12-15T22:30:00.003+02:00

old houses

2011-11-17T14:18:00.003+02:00

2011-11-08T19:53:00.003+02:00

here

2011-11-01T21:25:00.003+02:00

our existence relies on
the land
but there is always the danger
of bad weather
but there is also the hope of
love

2011-10-24T20:43:00.001+03:00

2011-10-19T21:45:00.002+03:00

the end

2011-10-17T00:58:00.000+03:00

2011-10-06T08:45:00.005+03:00

every step i take is an old step
my chair is old
and the people who sat on it for years
have moved on
on a daily afternoon
it will be my day of surprise

2
how strange
to be punched on the face now
but the ache should be old
and it is forever

2011-10-04T19:13:00.000+03:00

2011-10-03T01:02:00.005+03:00

Τραγούδι Α'

η νύφη
Είναι μαύρη αλλά είμαι ωραία,
θυγατέρες της Ιερουσαλήμ,
σαν τα τσαντήρια του Κηδάρ,
σαν τα σκηνώματα του Σολομών.
Μη βλέπετε που είναι μαυρισμένη-
μ' έκαψε ο ήλιος.
Οι γιοι της μάνας μου μού θύμωσαν-
μ' έβαλαν να φυλάω τ' αμπέλια,
όμως τ' αμπέλι το δικό μου δεν το φύλαξα.

Α! πες μου εσύ που αγάπησε η ψυχή μου,
πού βόσκεις το κοπάδι σου;
πού ξαποσταίνεις το μεσημέρι;
Για να μην τριγυρνώ κρυφά
μες στα κοπάδια των συντρόφων σου.

...

ο άντρας
Τα δοκάρια του σπιτιού μας κέδρο
και τα φατνώματά μας κυπαρίσσι.

...

2 Οκτωβρίου 2011

2011-09-27T19:13:00.005+03:00

once upon a time
people made stories out of imaginary creatures
details that they had pictured in their minds
during the long hours

note

2011-09-22T07:37:00.004+03:00

the first autumn rain
it goes on since last night

after the rain
before night

2011-09-20T19:05:00.002+03:00

2011-09-13T20:49:00.001+03:00

2011-09-01T17:57:00.003+03:00

I ask-
does music
change
who we are?

2011-08-31T22:38:00.002+03:00

i ask-
how will my generation be documented
in history

2011-08-27T17:26:00.003+03:00

2011-08-14T20:50:00.002+03:00

today it is the most mysterious moon of the year

the only planet which gets closer to us
so close that we can see the human face
reflecting on its dry-land

-do you see?

2011-08-14T20:02:00.002+03:00

in my mind, silently, i have made several comparative pairs

i have jointed Picasso with Le Corbusier

and Karolos Koun with Manolis Andronikos

also, Halepas with Theofilos
and many others, less identifiable.

I imagine, for the ones i cannot find their proper pair,
the crowds of people i have never heard about,
the millions who have lived and created and i know nothing about

2011-08-12T20:48:00.003+03:00

the moon is almost full
it gets yellower outside and only darker inside
as if for the greater importance of
land to be imposed on the human cave

and then, shortly after,
blue fires are twisting onto our heads

2011-08-10T23:29:00.005+03:00

names
and days and numbers

2011-07-19T19:31:00.002+03:00

i wouldn't have guessed
-never-
this kind of life was out of range
i wouldn't have guessed it would be mine
and it would flow so rapidly

i thought of many lives
but only i thought of them
i could see better in the past
than in the present
now i see i have not seen but guessed

when we depart

2011-07-16T23:13:00.004+03:00

in turn
we become
the shadow of acts

ii
thus it means
repetition would resist
personal differentiation

iii
would that always then
exist?
i surrender

the following dawn
i need to see
the sun arising
and afterwards
the moon arising from the same point;
the same movement
from different bodies

attraction is a kind of gravity
in order that one should finally root

but it takes always an observer

to admit the existence through love.

2011-07-15T20:17:00.002+03:00

2011-07-13T20:18:00.003+03:00

'το σταμνί που δεν ήθελε να στερέψει στο τέλος της μέρας '

ταιριάζει ο στίχος του Σεφέρη

σε κάθε ψυχούλα
σαν μικρή πνοή που κατοικεί στο χρόνο

monologue

2011-06-28T01:19:00.003+03:00

what are blogs for?
we put in these places of ours
the things we like
to create the image of the life we'd
like
and try to share it with
more
so,
something is missing
something is wrong
and we try
to fix
and remember
keep track
of the slippery
time
we were writing
on that day
we saw
then
we did
we were
now we are
thinking of
something that was said
by someone on the other end
of the planet
where it might not be night nor summer
we move towards there
we like that
don't we?

the sound of life
for someone who appears through the mist
could it have been us?
he sounds familiar
could we have met? certainly not!
but yes,
these blogs were for him

2011-06-26T22:23:00.000+03:00

2011-06-24T18:03:00.010+03:00

there are indefinite solutions to a strictly defined problem
there is no solution where there are no restrictions

where there are no corners, no solid things
shadows
methods
get disguised as ideas

2011-06-23T01:14:00.002+03:00

a long way
long way

up here
to there
to us to them

2011-06-21T17:41:00.002+03:00

tomorrow
is here

hello!

storm

2011-06-09T16:51:00.004+03:00

one day it's misty and vague
one day it's clear, all shapes are strongly defined
it puzzles me i cannot make up my mind
who am i

2011-06-08T19:36:00.005+03:00

how quickly does it turn into night
the wisdom of the window in silent paths it leads
through the mirror of time
our hands turn into wood and small stuff like
threads and shadows
we swallow the dirt that arises on the fall of water

Mothers cry inside the memory
On the way home we are led into flying
above the earth
we are light and light
and alone

2011-06-06T21:32:00.004+03:00

at once
at a glance
all over

2011-06-02T20:00:00.001+03:00

2011-05-30T20:11:00.003+03:00

at the rear
white

2011-05-04T23:35:00.003+03:00

2011-05-02T19:05:00.004+03:00

Η εις Άδου Κάθοδος του Χριστού (Ανάσταση), τμήμα νωπογραφίας, περ. 1290. Άγιον Όρος, Πρωτάτο (Μανουήλ Πανσέληνος). Από τη 'Βυζαντινή Ζωγραφική: Η βυζαντινή κοινωνία και οι εικόνες της', Ν. Πανσελήνου)

2011-04-30T21:01:00.001+03:00

my dreams are around me in the colors and shapes of nature and the stony history and the people's heart
i salute you
i am one of you in the suffering
i see no other way but to collect the last pieces of us

2011-04-26T12:35:00.001+03:00

2011-04-20T19:53:00.000+03:00

to increase the number of bees

2011-04-12T23:57:00.001+03:00

the dance

2011-04-05T17:17:00.002+03:00

2011-04-03T15:16:00.001+03:00

2011-03-29T20:06:00.006+03:00

2011-03-25T14:17:00.004+02:00

if we had to find our way into the landscape

please, join us,
sign the petition here

2011-03-25T03:47:00.002+02:00

are we asleep?
we see it is too late
yet, in our dreams, it is still dawn
we began to talk about the news
yawning in between
never, we say
our mind cannot hold reality
as a fork
we cannot dine the truth
but the truth is a non-place
a place in our dreams
we are too common, we might say
to be excused
and we are
we really are
ignorant

2011-03-22T21:05:00.002+02:00

αυτοί που ξεχωρίζουν

2011-03-17T01:23:00.001+02:00

the world is shaken

whose arm are we to lean on now

that our parents are gone?

इन white

2011-02-21T00:14:00.002+02:00

द्रिप्पिंग व्हिते कोलोर्स इन फ्रोंत ऑफ़ थे

our new kind of vocabulary
introduced by the roots

2011-02-20T21:48:00.004+02:00

2011-02-16T10:41:00.004+02:00

the same thought in the daylight

good morning
white-lighted, sung and unstopped

once i put my mind on the case of language
i feel i am floating on a piece of land which moves
on a world of flowing water
maybe because i do not know so much
maybe because i have excused myself from the task
of creating

nice morning
greyishly shaded with the smell of tea gathered in the mountains

ps. the swans who can talk

again, thank you Ritva

2011-02-15T22:59:00.005+02:00

i have seen the only possible -perceivable- time
the movement of the clouds the suns and the moon
mine has been a thought for seeing for moving for suffering the
existence of the humankind

communicating the thought presupposes a language in common
as swans could have -i think- conveyed the experience of their journey
by forcing the sea to reveal the essence of waves

2011-02-13T19:17:00.005+02:00

to my friend T and
to my friend Ritva
with my best wishes

2011-02-12T22:42:00.005+02:00

following

2011-02-11T19:35:00.002+02:00

intuition towards love
framing the world

2011-02-03T21:48:00.003+02:00

moving

2011-01-27T19:58:00.004+02:00

the dream throughout time's pass
(oh it's gone)

very few people have a clear vision of their goal that is not to be achieved
but is to make them want to get better
during the whole time of their lives.
For others, if they once discover such a goal, it is something they have to keep on shaping and letting go
and finding again, not pursuing and not stopping being worried about its evolvement.

so the seasons pass.
each reappearing either as a form of wonder or as a distant reality that has no beginning and no end.
we can teach ourselves to refine the thought and to be open by claiming a time of touch, a part of land when our senses and our thoughts are no longer separated.

we shall then have formed the kind of relation which we might recall as our freedom.

so much is going on that we don't even have the time and the strength to think of. How can we relate to all this that is happening so fast and so far away and not bound ourselves to the mundane of repetition? how can we stop finding pleasure in those repeated acts which form a kind of certainty and reassurance and an excuse for our lack of time and energy? every morning every noon every night

they said there has been a rebellion in egypt, leading to several deaths and thousands of injured people and a new formed government by the very same person the people have turned against to and some new promises
some 2000 people lose their jobs in greece everyday, according to an article of a newspaper left on a table i passed by; i find it hard to accept. My neighbors' dad is in the hospital and tomorrow is 9 months since my grandmother passed away. In real time that is.

2011-01-26T15:57:00.003+02:00

the plant loses leaves
they fall to the ground one by one
there is not enough light
the house looks empty
i stare at it all puzzled
suddenly there is the sound of falling
the mere sound of touching something unchangeable

2011-01-25T22:22:00.000+02:00

2011-01-24T18:04:00.004+02:00

going again and again
to the same place
through the same route
the chairs bring back memories of people once greatly loved
walls portray the shadow of the hand
the yellows smile at me with all the grandma's lively shine!
i said having lost everything from sight
seeing through a dreamt insight

2011-01-23T21:50:00.007+02:00

gifts for the memory to withhold
the oranges, the fruit, the flower
the eye and all that are doomed and free
such captures are our gifts
the trophies for our journey.

2011-01-17T01:28:00.003+02:00

on reflection
about direction
and limit

2011-01-13T20:16:00.004+02:00

this is from Finland, of course.
I could almost reach the untouchable surface between me and my reflection.

Το ενθυμούμαι ζωηρότατα, καθώς και το εξής παράξενον, επιτρέψατέ μου, μοναδικόν ούτως ειπείν: σε κάθε σεισμική δόνηση, εσείοντο, ως ήτο φυσικόν, και οι πάμπολλες μουριές, και βλέπατε τότε να πίπτουν συγχρόνως χιλιάδες κατακόκκινα μούρα. Μια θαυμασία εικών, έπιπτον όλα μαζί, χιλιάδες γινωμένα μούρα, θαυμασία εικών ενθυμούμαι...

Από το Μνήμην άειδε θεά της Κικής Δημουλά (Εκτός Σχεδίου, Ίκαρος, 2005)

2011-01-11T11:24:00.003+02:00

everything sits under the sun.
Kindly resting before diving into darkness.
Showing its features: the shape, the imaginative color
the implications for the human mind.
Slightly absorbent
as an old sponge.
Carrying some load for the human perspective.

2
a strange thought just came to my mind:
whoever lives closer to the archetypes of tales
might live closer to life, i am sorry i cannot use the term real one.
There is some definite truthfulness in the shape of circle,
you know,
sometimes i think that the irregular protesting and provoking shapes
are handsome
sometimes i think of them as mere dangerous.
I am sure this doesn't make any sense but to myself. Just a note, then. Hello.

2011-01-09T13:23:00.005+02:00

outside there is the most silent cold and a bright sunlight. One might almost feel suddenly sad to drink coffee next to the fireplace, holding pieces of wood, wearing light clothes, smelling pies, singing along with little birds, moving from page to page, almost guilty for feeling content and warm and safe.

2011-01-08T11:57:00.006+02:00

it's already the 8th day. Nothing much seems to have changed with the change of the calendar. The same views are out of our windows, the same chores are to be done, almost the same words we can think of, we have not yet discovered one new. Still, you know,
some new people are around us now,
and some known to us people are gone.
Like in the river's waterway, there is water all right, but even the idea of stableness does not apply.

2
but most of us need a kind of a reassurance. Temporariness is a way to cut time into tiny pieces. And if we remember the little, we are safely keeping some pieces of the whole.

2011-01-07T21:24:00.005+02:00

time,
where are you? might you be behind those rocks?
no,
no,
it has not even reached the shore
water is so cold
we have to follow a route of rocks
where to? where to?

2010-12-19T13:17:00.005+02:00

snow has almost melted
the sun is out
stone and wood
and light
the morning's cold breath
the music
eyes travel
behind the hills
beneath the wells

2010-12-18T22:26:00.005+02:00

we like Tim Buckley's music a lot in the house, especially my little bird.
We can leave the cat out, though

2010-12-16T19:49:00.004+02:00

going to school

2010-12-16T10:19:00.006+02:00

every day that goes by I go older.

This note makes me feel almost like

Tarkovsky.

i may stroll through heavy snow

bearing the silent torture

of the human load

2010-12-15T21:01:00.006+02:00

our day full of whites and browns and at some point some greens

perhaps for the first time in my life i realize
i have to respect and rely my well-being on
everything and everybody else but myself.
And for the first time in my life
my glassy solitariness is probably broken.

the fruits in the kitchen are shining
and sweet
singing to me what's not real

I am

ps. even in this fictional non-place

up

2010-12-14T18:28:00.006+02:00

it is miracle to see
new leaves growing out of your thought-to-be dried out little plant!

this is not the place nor the time to talk about such things;
to wish
for my country
come alive again
no matter how doomed and small

what shameful end for this country's long and great history
would be
the total extinction in those incapable hands

but i am telling you there are seeds
in this heart of land

2010-12-13T15:54:00.004+02:00

it has begun
:)

maybe you listen to the same music
now

2010-12-12T12:46:00.003+02:00

today is one of those seemingly infinite days that do not last for long
one of the days you feel there is nothing you would mind doing
even the most trivial chores of the house could make you happy
Sunlight penetrates all just like cold does
and you are finally awakened
in the middle of December
with all the storms awaiting to burst over the land you inhabit
but you do not get discouraged
you enjoy this moment's peace with an accurate perspective over the plain.

2010-12-11T17:32:00.002+02:00

little signs here and there
small arrangements before Christmas
I like them this way, not being pompous
or too celebratory

2010-12-10T20:04:00.002+02:00

it's our first real night in winter

cold winter morning

2010-12-06T20:49:00.003+02:00

first monday of December
I heard it's going to be snowing during the weekend
no sign of white yet.

2010-12-04T19:43:00.004+02:00

life

2010-12-01T21:35:00.006+02:00

first day of December
strangely hot weather
great for long walks

2010-11-29T23:40:00.004+02:00

we are left to see using two eyes
and our hands are enclosed in our pockets
it is cold, indeed.
every breath evaporates the common thought:
it is cold and dark. We have to lit and switch.
We hold on to the hope of the coming fire.
We spread the news. It shall soon be noon
and the cattle on the fire will steam the eye.
And the fire will heat the hand
and the hand will hold on to the one besides us.
And we will be then so happy.

we are let to believe that our lives are not to be governed
by us. Sun and clouds interfere with our needs.
We have to compete with the wind
and we have to fight one another.
Yet it is useless to struggle against The reality. It is done.

That human creation is done.

We can only abide by the rules.
We are left to struggle with the wind
which spreads the seeds for the following spring.
After all, we do need an enemy, said Cavafy.

2010-11-28T21:56:00.002+02:00

these are the colors of now
pale and dark browns and blues
some greens and grays
but mostly brown.
these are the colors of our mood
in search of the scarce light green

rising and descending

2010-11-25T20:25:00.003+02:00

everyday, as a vivid clock

colors everywhere

2010-11-22T21:24:00.005+02:00

Στεκόταν σ' ένα λόφο όχι πιο μεγάλο από σπίτι, αλλά το λιβάδι χαμηλά κι η αστραφτερή λουρίδα του ποταμού φαινόντουσαν τόσο μικρά, σαν ο λόφος να είχε γίνει βουνό και ορθωνόταν πάνω από ένα φύλλο και μια σταγόνα νερό. Τα δέντρα γύρω από το αγροτόσπιτο έγιναν πυροτεχνήματα. Κι οι βουνοκορφές Τζάρβις έμοιαζαν λοφάκια από χώμα και σκιές από πέτρες, μες στην ήρεμη μοναδική απεραντοσύνη που απλωνόταν ως πέρα μακριά. Από τον κοντινότερο ίσκιο το αγόρι κοίταξε κάτω το ποτάμι που εξαφανιζόταν, το σιτάρι που ο αέρας το έγερνε στο χώμα, τα εκατό δέντρα του σπιτιού που μίκρυναν κι ενώθηκαν όλα μαζί σ' ένα μίσχο και τις τέσσερις γωνίες του κίτρινου λιβαδιού να σμίγουν σ' ένα τετράγωνο που θα μπορούσε να το σκεπάσει με το χέρι του. Είδε την πολύχρωμη κομητεία να ζαρώνει σαν φόρεμα που μπαίνει στη μπουγάδα. Τότε ένας καινούριος αέρας σηκώθηκε από την τελευταία σταγόνα του ποταμού, φούσκωσε το λιβάδι του λόφου στο πραγματικό του μέγεθος, το σιτάρι ορθώθηκε όπως και πριν κι ο μίσχος που έκρυβε το σπίτι χωρίστηκε σε εκατό δέντρα. Συνέβησαν όλα σε μισό δευτερόλεπτο.

Τα κοράκια πέταξαν και πάλι ξαφνικά απ' τα ψηλότερα κλαδιά σαν σύννεφο σε σχήμα κώνου. Δεν είχε τέλος η μαύρη τριγωνική πτήση των πουλιών κατά τον ήλιο. Από το λόφο προς τον ήλιο, η φτερωτή γέφυρα ανέβαινε σιωπηλά. Και τότε φύσηξε πάλι ο αέρας, αυτή τη φορά απ' την απέραντη θάλασσα και βίτσισε τη γέφυρα. Σαν καταρράκτης από πέρδικες γκρεμίστηκαν φυσημένα τα κοράκια.

Όλ' αυτά συνέβησαν σε μισό δευτερόλεπτο.

Dylan Thomas, A Prospect to the Sea (1955)
Προοπτική της θάλασσας, μτφ. Μ. Σταυρινού, Πλέθρον

ps. no matter how foggy early mornings might be, sun reappears to set the colors free
and then, at night, misty landscapes again, mysterious and magical ones
tonight, the moon was greatly bright and large. The shy stars hid behind this light.
It felt kind of strange, as if the fields had melted into clouds and the sun had risen in blank void
It smelt humid and dark.

2010-11-20T21:06:00.014+02:00

water and trees on red land

there are parts of life
where time seems still
not stopped
slightly moving as one breaths at last
so much rhythm
our senses are too harsh to sense
our consciousness is too narrow to trust
it is there then
hardly now here

there is an eternal reality inside us all
yet this hollow man suppresses his feet
towards the road to spend time waiting
for something new

pasts have not yet been lived
they didn't last
no matter how much they were longed for
a narrow path we only saw and took
which we cannot show or tell
it was just ours
like hours of steep walking
behind the waterfall

2010-11-18T18:18:00.007+02:00

full circles
lines drawn by hand
hands touching
fairies coming back to the lakes
mountain lines
leaves the fragile colorful blossoms
forest creatures in roots
snow falls
sweet voice
sun

music
let's dance!
;)

then, it was night.
red cheeks beneath the dark sparkling of hope. Goodnight
let's whisper

this song

closer

2010-11-17T20:34:00.010+02:00

there is always distance to be covered
between yourself and the other.
somewhere there are points
from where relationships may evolve and survive.
in the past, the distances that farmers could cover on one day
drew the place on map
for the new village.
we are now set on the map
and in search for the right distances between us
and between ourselves and nature.
this effort is to be endless.
still, let us imagine a fresh start, a new beginning for our settling.
we are not who we are
we are not where we are supposed to be
we are
we love.

moving fast

2010-11-16T23:24:00.003+02:00

simplifying, like the way one paints;
like trusting the means and the means
shall indeed bring things closer to one's heart.

the curious mind

2010-11-16T00:58:00.007+02:00

a long way
results in various observations

i randomly combine the images which my mind uses
to come to the same conclusion
always the same one, but enriched

hello again!

2010-11-02T21:35:00.003+02:00

2010-10-30T23:24:00.017+03:00

Life is an exploration.
Suddenly I recall movements from the past
figures and lines which, at an early age, were imprinted in our memory
and i get so furious,
now,
intrigued by the sudden revelation of their insensitivity, their lie and their inhumanity
which they promoted as sensitive and real and human
and by which we were to measure our kind of living and also ourselves
without questioning where did that measurement come from.
And i get so furious
about the despair by which some people
exploit and rule.

-Come on, child. Come on.
Our night and day
are long.

2010-10-28T12:33:00.011+03:00

the best of us now are in war with handmade weapons

there is no freedom nor democracy, but most of us
have no knowledge or remembrance of them.

about this day here

this autumn

2010-10-26T19:05:00.007+03:00

today's companion

2010-10-24T21:09:00.016+03:00

τον τόπο έστρωσαν τα χιόνια της καρδιάς
άσπρα μαλλιά αιώνιο μίλημα κι αντίλαλοι παντού