{"id":402,"date":"2020-10-07T20:41:32","date_gmt":"2020-10-07T17:41:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parospoetrysymposium.chs.harvard.edu\/?page_id=402"},"modified":"2020-10-07T20:50:40","modified_gmt":"2020-10-07T17:50:40","slug":"work-from-paros-poetry-and-translation-symposium-2019-siarita-kouka","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/parospoetrysymposium.chs.harvard.edu\/?page_id=402","title":{"rendered":"Work from Paros Poetry and Translation Symposium 2019: Siarita Kouka"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

DANAKE1<\/sup><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

[1<\/sup>Danake, a rare coin minted in Classical Greece with the specific purpose of having it placed on the mouth of the deceased as payment of the ferryman for portage to the land of the dead.]<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hourglass<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tableau I<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two women sit across each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One elderly, the other young<\/p>\n\n\n\n

almost adolescent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first one speaks steadily as in a monologue<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or a confession.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They are outlined by a soft light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Flag on the top mast is one thing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

handkerchief at the pier something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ll go away on a horse, I said,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a book hero.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I never left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s why I called you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To confide in you so you can pass through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Confession is the dissonance of a monologue<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the road umbilical<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to let the other pass through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And it\u2019s a slippage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because the other certainly will slip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then the confession is an alibi<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for any temper of yours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Accept the hallucinations<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of a dry-land sea-fighter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So that you may cut loose the anchor when you must<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with an island specialist\u2019s perspective<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or something comparable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Often you have to shrink<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because while your space<\/p>\n\n\n\n

remains the same,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

your reserves constantly expand<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a gang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You must learn to sever bonds at the roots<\/p>\n\n\n\n

without a heartbreak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As if subtraction has you in pursuit<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and you are still trying to compose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To compose in order to solve the question,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

so that you may endure the guilt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Afterwards, in front of a consenting audience<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to solve the drama.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Confession frees the myth from exaggeration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And myth is a labyrinth without a thread<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and you get lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the invasion happened<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wore a lion\u2019s skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I defended myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

covering many miles on the same spot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The question was gripping me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and was devouring its tentacles to satisfy itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I barricaded myself in a circle of fire<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a scorpion, so as to sting<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and that to be the end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I fell on the invasion with all my weight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like an anchor,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I was a foreign body on the landscape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And my forecasts were ominous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You still like wooden horses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps because they hint at a conquest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inside their hollow there is<\/p>\n\n\n\n

negation and acceptance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the fine distinction<\/p>\n\n\n\n

between daring and terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You laugh and cry inwardly<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a black-and-white photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ve started to suspect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All adolescents have a sadness<\/p>\n\n\n\n

entirely their own,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because others cash in<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on time\u2019s rivalry against youth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zoephores, in whatever condition, celebrating life<\/p>\n\n\n\n

even if buried in a walled-in ossuary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So then, I am<\/p>\n\n\n\n

an aging spring caroler<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with a swallow fashioned on my head-wreath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because life must protect youth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

even if it has to compromise itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like the boat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on the tombstone of a shipwreck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Strange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So many years have passed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and still in my nightmares<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I see my mother<\/p>\n\n\n\n

sacrificing me like Isaak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the untrodden snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will become a bad angel,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but have some pity on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t want to confide in you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to announce to you two deaths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tableau II<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The young woman raises her hand in greeting as on a tombstone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She advances slowly, but in the end comes back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her silence is relentless<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and she is aware of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She answers in a prehistoric language.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m looking for a trapdoor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Somewhere to lay down this parcel,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and then move away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to avoid the gestures<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and their fall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Except that spasm in my mouth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will betray me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And those metallic things stick out<\/p>\n\n\n\n

even with all my sections healed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In truth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am afraid to be moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have no water-tight compartments<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I leave a trail behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I constantly trace back<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to check for any dripping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometime ashes, other times moisture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In drama<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a peaceful pyrotechnician<\/p>\n\n\n\n

always intervenes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pulls you out<\/p>\n\n\n\n

while later he<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will explode into infinite<\/p>\n\n\n\n

pieces of himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And suddenly<\/p>\n\n\n\n

you\u2019ll have to learn to stand by one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019d like to have a description<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that later I\u2019d be able to paraphrase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But your monologue<\/p>\n\n\n\n

was cleverly cold,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as was proper<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ahead of an incendiary testimony<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and pointless<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as a veneer before the hammering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019d like to have an overlapping voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the night is deafening<\/p>\n\n\n\n

it doesn\u2019t synchronize its bawling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pretend<\/p>\n\n\n\n

so as to endure its performances<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and hear only<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the bracelets of the hierophant<\/p>\n\n\n\n

whenever he points at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You have the metronome of your walking stick<\/p>\n\n\n\n

your collections<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the quotations<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and you erase the marks<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with the patience of an engraver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Give me a gambler\u2019s excuse,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because there is no justice<\/p>\n\n\n\n

nor any sympathy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only the total indifference of infinity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have two live coals<\/p>\n\n\n\n

intended for your pyromancy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Their glow illuminates<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a gilded tree outlined<\/p>\n\n\n\n

through a crumbling wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And at the root<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the losses and the omissions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the pursuit<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I always escape<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with a free fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or with a vertical takeoff.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the air inside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m constantly pursued<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and always escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fixed idea<\/p>\n\n\n\n

it\u2019s the only thing that rules me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You charged me then<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with the worst sentence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the fixed idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It will act inside me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like sedative before the operation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And when I wake up<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will be someone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How many boat trips will I forget<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the pixie at the ship\u2019s wake<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that I had always taken for a dolphin <\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the handkerchief at the flow of the wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cry and the echo of a cry<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the pain and the memory of pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the plunderings of joy<\/p>\n\n\n\n

etching a mark on you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as if you were committing incest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n

writes and erases me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I slowly change from shape to shape<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a letter of insanity,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or like the bark of a fallen tree<\/p>\n\n\n\n

which had written on it<\/p>\n\n\n\n

two names.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now dust is a mask on me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

from this earth that didn\u2019t hold me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and from a sea<\/p>\n\n\n\n

noose of a fishnet,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

veil on the figure-head mermaid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under the mask nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because sorrow has no face<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like love in a one-person stage show.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Danake shines<\/p>\n\n\n\n

witness of a confession<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that constricts like an umbilical cord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And my veins<\/p>\n\n\n\n

red hourglasses<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will empty at the same booby trap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Danake<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tableau III<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two men sit drinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes the glass is heard<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on the marble surface of the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not with vehemence, nor out of habit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But as a confirmation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The younger one speaks first,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

pouring a little of his wine on the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I waited for you reversing the terms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would have liked to lift you on my shoulders<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as an Olympic champion,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

not to end up being laid over you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Indelible fate<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ll strike you out, I used to say,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ll shine inside myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a blind man in a torchlight procession.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When they gave me the crutch<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I said that I\u2019d been marked by the Gods,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

otherwise<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would have killed them with my feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even contrition has its measure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fate to the furnace then<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and its ashes to a box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I assumed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the imperceptible agility of marble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the white<\/p>\n\n\n\n

which exposes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I was fastened to the bundle of decay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted the extractor<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to turn his face<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to the sun three times<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to stand against the weather.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted a bonfire<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with seaweed for kindling<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and that night<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to be brief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brief like this encounter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this place,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

social gatherings are not allowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And as always<\/p>\n\n\n\n

privileges are no concern of mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes I invoke<\/p>\n\n\n\n

other decisions, already taken,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

other pretexts,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

other particulars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Offerings to an arbitrary faith<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and certain innocent expectations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wear my laurels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on my vulnerable parts<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I confess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At other times I seize the times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Any absolution bores me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And my generosity deceives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This acquaintance-making<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is a parody<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like splicing bones<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a meaningless confrontation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My feelings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

are not exchangeable<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I don\u2019t partake in enthusiastic expectations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I climbed up<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the arrogance of promise<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I became impenetrable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some unintentional instinct<\/p>\n\n\n\n

was always helping me escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I never defended<\/p>\n\n\n\n

painless obligations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I invoked<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the authority of myth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and other idolatries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But pain cannot be assimilated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It assimilates like a duel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And afterward all gestures<\/p>\n\n\n\n

are superfluous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tableau IV<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The table is cleared<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the young man walks away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

while the other man<\/p>\n\n\n\n

traces a circle on the stage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

around himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is a strangely dim light<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like dusk or dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In my amnesia<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I learned by heart a childish smile<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and that sadness from the time of the Occupation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The one and only pair of shoes I had<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saved for celebrations<\/p>\n\n\n\n

those times when I was the best dancer<\/p>\n\n\n\n

throughout these parts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took an oath by hunger<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to keep singing to the end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then in my silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I carved birds on my crutches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the markings of my times<\/p>\n\n\n\n

tattooed in the bodies of young men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You wanted an authentic journey<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on maps I was constantly changing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My fates were three<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and they had said<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that I would have protectors to the end<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and they considered that as amulet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The only thing I wanted was<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to test my potential<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on my own,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I was never able to do that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is no way to express<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the apology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I charged you with the defense<\/p>\n\n\n\n

without fortifying you position.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And you discovered<\/p>\n\n\n\n

all the heresies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After my bout of spitting blood<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I showed my chest<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the decoration<\/p>\n\n\n\n

pierced all my body-cells.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Obsessions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You point at me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with a dorian glance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I have to endure<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the penance,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with an unconfessed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

anemic bravery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And my wounds<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like those of the Diaspora.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I kept on showing my wounds<\/p>\n\n\n\n

trying to control your boundless conquests<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and other involuntary ploys<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for my self-esteem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You stormed my hide-out<\/p>\n\n\n\n

accidentally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I retreated then<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when I felt inadequate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Exactly when<\/p>\n\n\n\n

we should have competed with each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I found a sanctuary<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In my storytelling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would have liked to be a prodigal son<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to have exerted no authority<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to have asked for no recompense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Youth cannot be sustained<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with ghosts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It constantly changes directions<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because I had constricted<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the horizons<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and how could they contain you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And time piles up<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and always unloads in the void<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as if in an hourglass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then an arbitrary motion<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and memory as action<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the action as memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The word then as a piece of holy bread<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and how can you forgive<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and forgiveness and its mandates<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and then after forgiveness<\/p>\n\n\n\n

alone again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tableau V<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man goes away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the same direction as the young one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The light that gave to time<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a sense of duration<\/p>\n\n\n\n

suddenly goes off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE TIP OF THE ARROW<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

AND<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

ORION<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the waters of Delos<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the arrow of Artemis<\/p>\n\n\n\n

finds Orion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just before his hand<\/p>\n\n\n\n

breaks the surface of the water<\/p>\n\n\n\n

his voice is heard<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like the screech of a passing seagull.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could narrate to you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a story<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with a beginning, middle and end<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a safe composition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are clear speech sounds<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and others that are traps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then I could find a motif<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to bring you back<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to original repetitions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Certain conduits to my depths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps we could form a single body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

spontaneously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With no purpose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No experience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the synopsis of your quiver<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would place wings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019d be pronouncing your name<\/p>\n\n\n\n

simply so you wouldn\u2019t take fright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You and your prey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In your name<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the infinity of names.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to travel over you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as on a constant past<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with its consequences<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in your variations<\/p>\n\n\n\n

you\u2019d take me by surprise<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as if I was constantly<\/p>\n\n\n\n

falling into a trap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the midst<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of your ambush<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my zenith<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as if I had penetrated<\/p>\n\n\n\n

into your folds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, I would save myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by proclaiming you innocent<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with a holy passion<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of sacrifice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And again I would hide myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the absolute of sacrifice<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In your deep forests<\/p>\n\n\n\n

dry branches<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and your vacillation<\/p>\n\n\n\n

after stopping<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and before flying away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A dry branch<\/p>\n\n\n\n

small swing for winter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a voyeur of good-byes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with a smile<\/p>\n\n\n\n

falling from my mouth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like bread crumb from a frightened beak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And when you were taking too long in your forests<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would talk<\/p>\n\n\n\n

just to hear my voice<\/p>\n\n\n\n

over the whispers<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the creaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had my voice<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and that was my only<\/p>\n\n\n\n

identification<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but a native one<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and it contained the whole of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You liked at that time to listen to<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my voice<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and my voice strings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on your fingers<\/p>\n\n\n\n

just like the string of your bow<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or of your brother\u2019s lyre,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

exalting you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now how will I solve<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the dissonant spans<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Constructions and shapes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in molds and out of place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Accumulated void<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and suffocation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am inscribed totally<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like the day<\/p>\n\n\n\n

after the rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without any promises<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or any appeasing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

constellations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It would be great at the bottom of my sea<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with the water sparkling<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on my body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like on your own<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and that of your maidens<\/p>\n\n\n\n

after your bathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You have prescribed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the euthanasia of guilt<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with a firmament<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to envelop me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your divine arbitrariness<\/p>\n\n\n\n

has made of love a myth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In your own firmament<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I won\u2019t be myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but traces or fragments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I won\u2019t be nature<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I won\u2019t be a body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It would be great at the bottom of my sea<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and a slow liquid friction<\/p>\n\n\n\n

would serve justice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How does the backwash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

left behind by my spasms<\/p>\n\n\n\n

runs into<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the lines of your tunic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I become transfused<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by my very pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And how can I exorcize you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just like your animals of prey,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will remember you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as long as their eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

contain water<\/p>\n\n\n\n

you being carelessly half-naked<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and merciless<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and your heartbeat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

under your garment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then continuity is lost<\/p>\n\n\n\n

peculiar memory<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in a timeless mourning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The centuries and<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the points in time<\/p>\n\n\n\n

write lines<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and ideograms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cave art<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the motions of medulla<\/p>\n\n\n\n

slow<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a live shellfish<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remember<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and yet I\u2019ve never spoken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And an unfamiliar body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And you at every moment<\/p>\n\n\n\n

unrecognizable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How will I recognize you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the sounds<\/p>\n\n\n\n

vowels consonants symphonies<\/p>\n\n\n\n

consistent echoes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel sorry<\/p>\n\n\n\n

this pain is not a living one<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but an incinerated pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A lava of rage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and then it was extinguished<\/p>\n\n\n\n

creating layers of rock<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and immobility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Broken pieces<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the same projections<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as of your face<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in a shattered mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The extent<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of the extent of the iris<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in your eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will foretell everything<\/p>\n\n\n\n

without magic spells<\/p>\n\n\n\n

completely naturally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I change color<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to adapt myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a wild rodent<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to a gallows trap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the edge of the fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a red trace of blood<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is a private matter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in bloody weddings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and in transfusions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could treat you to<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a glass of red wine<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and to the name of my desire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A supercentenarian desire, a pearl<\/p>\n\n\n\n

from the deepest ocean<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and then<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a fissure<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the dangerous leakage inside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And you keep dancing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

all through the smoke<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the forms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beautiful forms<\/p>\n\n\n\n

genuine<\/p>\n\n\n\n

they laugh at sleeping matter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the signals of danger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the sign of the gorgon<\/p>\n\n\n\n

looped on your neck<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like something of mine<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like mortal fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I see the blood<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I remember caravans<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and nomads dancing,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the goddess violence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of a contemporary mythology<\/p>\n\n\n\n

along with the emissaries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beautiful words<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that describe you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I\u2019m engraved<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on body cells<\/p>\n\n\n\n

so I may fit inside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can hear a deep sound<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like an anchor that breaks<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the water\u2019s continuity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before diving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now this water<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will become mine too<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my own boundaries<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my own fortification.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like the scorpion of your arrow<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like your devastated maidens<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the edge if your garment<\/p>\n\n\n\n

which fatefully I touched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love will be lamenting<\/p>\n\n\n\n

inside your temples<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and only art<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will appease you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And your soothsayers<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of all the generations<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will be decoding<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the same supplications<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the catastrophies you bring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The unequal self-denial<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that tears to pieces<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the one in love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I find sufficient neither the air<\/p>\n\n\n\n

nor the abyss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am compressed by the abyss<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and so make myself equal<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but the wind<\/p>\n\n\n\n

makes me different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Are these fishnets for the seafoam<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or for the bottom of the sea<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and that shimmering<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is it my imagination<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or is it a mermaid?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For just a moment<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when I looked up<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw two wings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

transparent at the edge<\/p>\n\n\n\n

from sunlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I liked the sea-wave in your hair<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like panic<\/p>\n\n\n\n

between the seaweed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the sculptures<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was making in the sand<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the ones soon to be lost<\/p>\n\n\n\n

very naturally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And you were testing me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a sweet winter grape<\/p>\n\n\n\n

one hand of yours<\/p>\n\n\n\n

smelled of laurel<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the other of wild mint<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the one that grows<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in house courtyards<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and also by the graves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted the sea sedated<\/p>\n\n\n\n

so I could fit in<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the way you fit<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in your own things<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the people who resemble you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in any memory you charge<\/p>\n\n\n\n

only to yourself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And something fixed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to be my characteristic<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a solitary palm tree<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in a desert island.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same untrammeled sequences<\/p>\n\n\n\n

absorb me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like an anchor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes I sink in<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At other times they pull me out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Easy as when you squash<\/p>\n\n\n\n

half a grain-shell of wheat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the tiniest vessel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even though it contained germination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the bonds<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the ties<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the enigmas<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You were here<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and absent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now<\/p>\n\n\n\n

how can I remember<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and redeem<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the violation of the myth\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The clear light of Delos disappears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pleiades will be rising soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the point of Orion, the same rock<\/p>\n\n\n\n

receives contemporary arrows<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the hymn to holy mother, our champion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE PRETEXT<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tableau I<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Interior of an empty house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the back of the stage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the windows can be seen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

all walled up, on the right the door,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

also walled up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As if they had walled them in a frenzy<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the mortar slapped-on<\/p>\n\n\n\n

stands stiff like lava.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A woman wearing black<\/p>\n\n\n\n

walks about holding a<\/p>\n\n\n\n

large sack filled with a hodgepodge of things<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that she empties out in unexpected moments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yellow lighting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I cannot stand<\/p>\n\n\n\n

certain dates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eves and the days themselves,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

also the ceremonies<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and my offerings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In my dreams<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was always the jester<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and would be wakened by a tragic fate<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and something over and done inside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A broken<\/p>\n\n\n\n

little wax doll<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in a<\/p>\n\n\n\n

garbage dump.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yesterday I dreamt that a weighing scale<\/p>\n\n\n\n

was projected on the horizon. I was<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on the one plate, on the other a yellow bird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the Scale shouldn\u2019t tip. Otherwise<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would be sacrificed. And I kept<\/p>\n\n\n\n

taking my clothes off to empty my weight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lest I\u2019d be saved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was always careful about my baggage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some archetype<\/p>\n\n\n\n

made me always check<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in case I had forgotten something,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

while I knew from the start<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that nothing was forgotten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How could it be otherwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Memory\u2019s a vortex<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and it has swallowed me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the baggage is the bridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in every bridge<\/p>\n\n\n\n

someone had to be walled in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So that it will be strong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Therefore the voices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under these wings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I existed once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each one<\/p>\n\n\n\n

has adorned a hostage situation<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and a stormy vision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The morphology of a feather<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or even its color<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is a certain elevation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even of a feather<\/p>\n\n\n\n

disconnected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every disconnected feather<\/p>\n\n\n\n

an unfulfilled flight<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a parody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So then I carry around<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my baggage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to my own Atlantides<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and to an endless<\/p>\n\n\n\n

line of eucalyptus trees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the eucalyptus trees<\/p>\n\n\n\n

change their skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like snakes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

they change their marks<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I can no longer recognize them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to return the votive offerings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I scrape with my nail<\/p>\n\n\n\n

whatever is left over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under many layers<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of skin and color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the immunity<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the rage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that rage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a weathervane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During the day I vilify<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my sour-tempered nights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the baggage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is a consolation<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the tedium.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because it is the same<\/p>\n\n\n\n

both in feast and in mourning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I showed to be robust<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because it was necessary for me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to be able to handle<\/p>\n\n\n\n

so much baggage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes it sucked me in<\/p>\n\n\n\n

entirely<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a trick<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a swamp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At other times its volume<\/p>\n\n\n\n

was the very substance<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for my selfishness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And its thud<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when I let it fall down hard<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a certain identification.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And its thud<\/p>\n\n\n\n

was Babylon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every article<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with its own language<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I spoke them all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Afterwards I learned a different reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was reading every mark<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because my body was<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a relief map,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I had methodically underlined<\/p>\n\n\n\n

all the routes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moreover, the baggage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is a kind of a fortress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In every conquest<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I demonstrated bravery with ease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In reality<\/p>\n\n\n\n

daring would have been<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for me to run away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The baggage was my farm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There I cultivated<\/p>\n\n\n\n

every vanity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I extended hospitality to mementoes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and to my prey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And baggage was<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a religion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With anointment, votive offerings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and wooden statues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was providing everything<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for its security,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and for all else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A certain ill-defined term<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and my space<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a subject territory<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to other people\u2019s baggage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I devoted myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to be arranging it<\/p>\n\n\n\n

according to instructions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then they started<\/p>\n\n\n\n

rearranging it<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in a vertical order<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and they reached my height.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I learned to be an acrobat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under my feet<\/p>\n\n\n\n

bottomless gorge<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a crater.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

                                                           .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sulfur smell<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in my craters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a leakage inside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That smell<\/p>\n\n\n\n

reminded me of something<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I settled<\/p>\n\n\n\n

at an angle to the apex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the light<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw that I was full of holes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like an abandoned mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shouted<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the echo<\/p>\n\n\n\n

was heard like a kick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day I woke up<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by a burning sound<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was in the dream<\/p>\n\n\n\n

where<\/p>\n\n\n\n

they had thrown my brain<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the furnace<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And my hair<\/p>\n\n\n\n

had suddenly turned white<\/p>\n\n\n\n

as of a fighter pilot<\/p>\n\n\n\n

after the fall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Separated<\/p>\n\n\n\n

since time immemorial<\/p>\n\n\n\n

from my constituent parts<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I had to step aside<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or resist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But compassion<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is a paganistic affair<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and self-pity<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a sweet anodyne<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and it violates you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was constantly telling myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

an anagram.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I assigned strong points<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and concentrated<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a breakwater<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to the end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fragments<\/p>\n\n\n\n

were moving back and forth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

on my cutting edges<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a pendulum<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I the station<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the threshold of the coming tide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the tide<\/p>\n\n\n\n

an accumulation of tears<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will sweep away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and will make visible<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the same untrammeled<\/p>\n\n\n\n

sequences.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the landscape<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will be different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it isn\u2019t the reefs<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the bays<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that change the landscape<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but the tide<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the new moon phases<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that change you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve passed this point<\/p>\n\n\n\n

forty-seven times<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and I have started looking like it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt the same anxiety<\/p>\n\n\n\n

each time I passed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

although from the beginning I knew<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the estuaries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the estuaries<\/p>\n\n\n\n

another labyrinth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An early pain rules there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That pain<\/p>\n\n\n\n

has fiery lips<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and it marks you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

right on the forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the marks<\/p>\n\n\n\n

are a natural projection<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and an insolence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like praise<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and at the same time disapproval.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It would be indifference<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for me to be untouched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turn around inside me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and drift away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tableau II<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The room is in a mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Papers, feathers, clothing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

are scattered everywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman stands in the middle of everything<\/p>\n\n\n\n

without looking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The light goes off<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and a little later<\/p>\n\n\n\n

it goes on again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The room is empty<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and stretched on the floor<\/p>\n\n\n\n

there is a big red cloth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Siarita Kouka<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Translation\/\u039c\u03b5\u03c4\u03ac\u03c6\u03c1\u03b1\u03c3\u03b7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0391ngelos Sakkis\/\u0386\u03b3\u03b3\u03b5\u03bb\u03bf\u03c2 \u03a3\u03b1\u03ba\u03ba\u03ae\u03c2<\/p>\n\n\n\n

NOTE: The translation above is a work-in-progress<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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