Tuesday, 29 June 2010
tha edina a3ia sta pragmata, oxi gia auto pou a3izoun, alla gia auto pou simenoun..
tha koimomoun ligo, tha onireuomoun pio poly
giati kathe lepto pou kleinoume ta matia, xanoume e3inta defterolepta fws ....
tha synexiza otan oi alloi stamatousan, tha 3ypnousa otan oi alloi milousan ..
Thee mou an ixa ena komati zwi...den tha afina na perasei oute mia mera, xwris na pw stous anthrwpous pou agapw, oti tous agapw ...
Ematha tosa pragmata apo sas tous anthrwpous...
Ematha pws o anthrwpos dikaioute na koitaei ton allo apo psila mono otan prepei na ton voithisei na sikwthei...
Na les panta auto pou niwtheis kai na kaneis panta auto pou skeftese...
An i3era oti simera ine i teleutea fora pou tha se evlepa na kimase..tha s agkaliaza sfixta kai tha proseuxomoun
ston kyrio gia na mporesw na ginw o fylakas tis psixis sou..
An i3era oti auti tha itan i teleftea fora pou tha s evlepa na vgeneis apo tin porta,
An i3era oti auti tha itan i teleftea fora pou tha akouga ti fwni sou ..
tha ixografousa kathe sou le3i..gia na mporw na tis akouw 3ana kai 3ana...
An i3era oti autes ine oi teleftees stigmes pou se evlepa tha elega ''s agapw'' ...
kai den tha upetheta aneta oti to 3ereis idi .....
Yparxei panta ena aurio kai i zwi mas dinei k alles eukairies gia na kanoume ta pragmata opws prepei..
alla se periptwsi pou kanw lathos kai mas menei mono to simera tha ithela na sou pw ..poso s agapw...
kai oti pote den tha se 3exasw ...
Krata autous pou agapas konta sou, pes tous psithirista poso poly tous xriazese, agapa tous ..fersou tous kala...
vres xrono gia na tous peis....''signwmi'', ''sygxwrese me'', ''se parakalw'', ''euxaristw''
Kaneis den tha se thymate gia tis kryfes sou skepseis.. Zita apo ton kyrio ti dynami kai ti sofia gia na tis ekfraseis ...
Di3e stous agapimenous sou ti simainoun gia sena ......
Monday, 28 June 2010
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Blue..Strange colour blue, Coming back to you
Pushing through, Pouring rain
Nearly there, Nearly there
Blue,Strange colour blue
Sixteen tons on the moon
Hey little mister driver man, Keep your head up
We are nearly there
I am racing,Outside and below myself
Nearly forgot myself there, Nearly there, Yeah
Oh everybody's sleeping now..
Now there's a blue, blue strange colour blue
Let me dream of me and you
Oh how the rain keeps hammering down
Pour Oh running down the window, Like a vein on my arm
Oh running down the window
Like a vein on my arm..Yeah
This is how we do it..Nearly there
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,
sad and gentle doll, so that you will not be sad.
A swan, a tree, something far away and happy.
The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season.
I who lived in the harbour from which I loved you.
The solitude pierced by dream and silence,
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.
Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
The way the nets cannot hold water.
My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling.
Even so, something sings in these fugitive words.
Oh, to be able to celebrate with you all the words of joy.
Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.
My sadness tenderness, what comes over you all at once?
When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit
my heart closes like a nocturnal flower.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Sunday, 20 June 2010
There once was a man without a spine.
He was a very likable guy. The advantage of not having a spine was that he could fit himself to anyone, and he frequently did. He could flex this way and that.
But he couldn't stand up ...
...and being kinda mushy and flat most of the time, people often walked on him without realizing he was there.
So he got sad, having this dreadful absence of a spine, and he was resentful too. He wondered why other people couldn't fit themselves to him the way he fit himself to others, but that was silly because he never felt he had the right to ask anyone directly to fit themselves to him. He was formless, what was there to fit to anyway? In cyberspace he talked tough as if he had a spine, but people could clearly see by his rage and resentment that he didn't have one in real life, and he perished in the flame wars he provoked and only came out feeling more ashamed and ineffectual.
He wished he could be with a woman, to help him the way a spine would. If he clung to a woman with a spine, he could stand up, but women didn't like it when he did that. He often called them "bitches" for the women with spines coldly asked him to let go of them, or unceremoniously shrugged him and his issues off onto the ground telling him to get his own spine.
If he fancied a spineless woman, on the other hand, he couldn't get her interest because they were looking for men with spines that they could cling to. But the spineless women would hang around with him for sympathy, and he'd be their platonic male friend and play "therapist" though he was as sick as they were. He'd often call himself a "feminist" and lecture these spineless women how to stand on their own when he had no idea of how to stand for himself.
With all the bending and flopping around he did, a spine never could get a chance to grow.
Then one day he had a brainstorm, he decided he'd make himself a spine.
He took a long stick.... and he put it far up his ass.
It was an improvement, though uncomfortable. It was the first time in his life he could walk tall, if not a bit stiff. He found he could have opinions at odds with others, and stand for them. He found out that he didn't have to be liked, that the world didn't end if he pissed someone off. He didn't want to fit easily with other people anymore, in fact he became inflexible.
People commented on the change, some people didn't particularly like him with the stick up his ass but they did notice him more. Some people felt that at least they could respect him, even if they didn't always like him because he did less whining. At least nobody stepped on him by accident.
However relationships still didn't come easy, it was hard for a woman with a spine to love him with the stick up his ass. He was stiff, cold, brutally opinionated, condescending, and self-righteously hostile. But eventually he did attract a very pretty woman without a spine who saw him as a tower of strength to cling to.
At first he loved this woman, he thought the stick up his ass was the answer to his dating problems. He was finally being loved the way he once loved others. At first it was great, and then it was good, and then it was ok, and then it was uncomfortable, and by the end of a year it was infuriatingly suffocating. The spineless woman clung like a straightjacket. The horror!!! The horror!!!
But the stick up his ass made him so inflexible he didn't know how to get the spineless woman off of him, If only he could bend. He was trapped, upright in his "obligations", "duty to her", "guilt", "pride in his commitment", he spent months with his arms helplessly flapping about trying to get her off of him and trying not to look like he was doing that.
He was hoping that she would leave by hinting her indirectly, he used sarcasic tones, said mean things that were "just a joke", neglect, "constructive" criticism intended to insult. He only made the spineless woman feel more insecure, so she clung HARDER.
Spineless men envied him, called him a jerk for the way he was treating her, just the way he remembered how he used to envy other men before he had the stick up his ass (when he'd play consoler to their teary-eyed spineless girlfreinds). If only they knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of a spineless person's embrace they'd understand. He wished she'd leave him for one of the spineless men who envied him. He felt ashamed for the way he must have made women feel in the past when he was trying to cling to them, he knew that they weren't so evil after all.
One day he decided that there was only one way to be free of the spineless woman once and for all, the stick up his ass had to go.
So he pulled the stick out, and to his amazement a miracle happened: he was still standing! All of the years of inflexibility allowed him the chance to grow a spine. At first he was still a bit stiff but eventually he had the flexibility to contort a bit and yet maintained the firmness to struggle, push, and wriggle from the spineless woman's grasp (though she protested much). He stayed far out of her reach and the reach of other spineless women so that he could never be grasped by one again.
He was overjoyed with his new-found freedom; he could bend sometimes like he used to (but not too far) and also he could stand tall. He went out, partied, enjoyed life to the fullest, and eventually found a woman with a normal spine like his.
They stood together as separate individuals giving mutual support and enjoying time alone too, and lived (relatively) "happily ever after"...
The end :)
[By John Russell]
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Και θα χαθώ θα χαθώ θα χαθώ ένα πρωί
σε μια ελεύθερη ιδέα αναρχική εκεί που ο έρωτας
θα είναι πάντα γιορτή θα χαθώ, θα χαθώ ένα πρωί