το μέσα-έξω

05/20/2012 § Leave a comment

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σκέψου
εκείνη την ελάχιστη στιγμή που ξυπνάς από το όνειρο
-από το υπέροχο όνειρο-
που σηκώνεσαι από το κρεβάτι νομίζοντας πως είναι αλήθεια.
αναλογίσου
πόσο σκληρά πάλεψε το όνειρο να φτάσει ως εκεί,
να γαντζωθεί στα κλειστά σου βλέφαρα,
πόσο υπομονετικά περίμενε ώσπου να τ’ανοίξεις
πόσο πολύ λαχτάρησε να αποδράσει
να γίνει αλήθεια.
πιστεύεις
ότι έστω και για λίγο
έστω για εκείνη την ελάχιστη στιγμή
τα κατάφερε;

Πέμπτη 17.05.2012

Χρέη

05/02/2012 § 1 Comment

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Μου πρότειναν να παίξω σε διαφημιστικό. Ρώτησαν πόσα θέλω. Τους είπα
δε σηκώνομαι απ’τον καναπέ μου για τίποτε λιγότερο απο ενα χαοτικό
λουτρό αίματος.

Τους φάνηκα κάπως υπερβολική. Μου φάνηκαν κάπως τρομαγμένοι.

Τους φάνηκα κάπως αναιδής. Μου φάνηκαν κάπως τελειωμένοι.

flurry

05/01/2012 § Leave a comment

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Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she’s half crazy But that’s why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you’ve always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said “All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them” But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.

 

Her heart on her tongue

04/06/2012 § Leave a comment

Jesus died for somebody’s sins but not mine
meltin’ in a pot of thieves
wild card up my sleeve
thick heart of stone
my sins my own
they belong to me, me

people say “beware!”
but I don’t care
the words are just
rules and regulations to me, me

I walk in a room, you know I look so proud
I’m movin’ in this here atmosphere, well, anything’s allowed
and I go to this here party and I just get bored
until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing
humpin’ on the parking meter, leanin’ on the parking meter
oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
and I got this crazy feeling and then I’m gonna ah-ah make her mine
ooh I’ll put my spell on her

here she comes
walkin’ down the street
here she comes
comin’ through my door
here she comes
crawlin’ up my stair
here she comes
waltzin’ through the hall
in a pretty red dress
and oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
and I got this crazy feeling that I’m gonna ah-ah make her mine

and then I hear this knockin’ on my door
hear this knockin’ on my door
and I look up into the big tower clock
and say, “oh my God here’s midnight!”
and my baby is walkin’ through the door
leanin’ on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge
and oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine
and I’m gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine

and I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name
she whispered to me, she told me her name
and her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is

I was at the stadium
There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me
Marie and Ruth but to tell you the truth
I didn’t hear them I didn’t see
I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock
and I heard those bells chimin’ in my heart
going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.
ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong
counting the time, then you came to my room
and you whispered to me and we took the big plunge
and oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine
and I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine
make her mine make her mine make her mine make her mine

and the tower bells chime, “ding dong” they chime
they’re singing,

“You died for somebody’s sins, honey, but not mine.”

http://www.fileden.com/files/2011/1/11/3056849//Smith-Patti_Poetry-Project_12.25.71_15-Jesus-Christ.mp3%20

Αμανές

03/17/2012 § Leave a comment

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μερικές φορές
αρκεί να τεντώσουν δυο χορδές
– μια της φωνής, μια της ψυχής –
για να σε στείλουν στο ταξίδι
το χωρίς επιστροφή

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120 γιγαελεκτρονιοβόλτ

03/15/2012 § Leave a comment

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“[…] οι γαλαξίες δεν είναι νησιά που πλέουν αυτόνομα μέσα στο διαστημικό κενό αλλά υπάρχει ένας κοσμικός ιστός που τους ενώνει. Οι κοσμικές δομές που αποτελούν αυτόν τον ιστό ονομάστηκαν «νήματα» τα οποία αποτελούνται από συγκεντρώσεις ύλης και οι γαλαξίες συγκεντρώνονται γύρω από αυτά τα νήματα. Γι αυτό και στις «διασταυρώσεις» του ιστού δημιουργούνται τεράστια σμήνη γαλαξιών.”

http://www.fileden.com/files/2011/1/11/3056849//01%20Quelques%20Mots%20Pleins%20De%20Ombre.mp3%20

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το βράδυ, πριν να αποκτήσει η ύλη μάζα, βγες για περπάτημα ακολουθώντας διαφορετική κάθε φορά διαδρομή.
στάσου πάνω στην πρώτη κοσμική γέφυρα που θα συναντήσεις
– μη σαχλαμαρίζεις ψάχνοντας αυτή με την καλύτερη θέα-
και πάρε 120 γιγαελεκτρονιοβόλτ σε μορφή συγκεχυμένη
(προσοχή κατά την κατάποση)
πριν αρχίσει να δρα καταλυτικά και είναι πολύ αργά,
πλέξε έναν ιστό
γύρνα το βλέμμα σου στη διασταύρωση
και πέταξέ τον στο πρώτο σμήνος γαλαξιών που θα ακούσεις να βγαίνει απ’ τα αυτιά σου.

επανάλαβε άπαξ νυχτερησίως έως την απαρχή του κόζμου.

σσσσσσ

02/22/2012 § Leave a comment

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