α lovely video which touched me- ενα υπέροχα γλυκό βίντεο που με συγκίνησε

Σύγχρονη Ανατολή- Παύλος Ξιούτας

Γιομίσαμε τις σκοτεινές
αποθήκες, κατω απ’ τη συνείδηση μας,
με απωθημένες επιθυμίες.
Μη αυτό...Μη εκείνο…αχ!ετούτο.
Όχι…Όχι…Όχι
Γίναμε νευρωτικοί ασκητές
αυτοτιμωρούμενοι,
χωρίς καν να νιώθουμε κοντα μας
την παρουσία του Θεού.
Επιθετικοί τύποι,
ενώ λαχταρούμε το ξέσπασμα
αγγαλιαζουμε τη μελαγχωλία
και τη μόνωση
και σχεδιαζουμε τις πιο απίθανες
εικόνες, για τον εαυτό μας.
Ο αυτοέλεγχος δεν μας πυρώνει
την περηφανια
και η αρνησή μας
κουρελιαζεται απο τους πόθους,
που μας προβαλλει το ασυνείδητο.
Αχ! Θεέ μου, πως θα πεθανουμε έτσι,
μ’αυτή τη θλιβερή συνοδεία
των δεσμωτών της θελήσεως
και της ευτυχίας μας;

ΕναΣ ΚΗΦΗΝΑΣ ΠΕΘΑΙΝΕΙ ΕΞΑΝΤΗΜΕΝΟΣ,
Απο τον ΕΡΩΤΑ ΜΕ ΤΗ ΜΕΛΙΣΣΑ,
ΣΤΟ ΓΛΑΥΚΟ ΧΑΟΣ Τ’ ΟΥΡΑΝΟΥ

Ασυνήθιστη αγαπη - Παύλος Ξιούτας

Ασυνήθιστη αγάπη
αγαπω τον ανθρωπο
και τον φοβαμαι.
Σε λατρεύω
και τρέμω
μήπως αρχισεις
το μέτρημα του χρόνου
και δεν καταδεχτείς
τα άχραντά μου.
Δεν θέλω τον οίκτο σου.
Λαχταρώ την ανάσταση
της ψυχής μου.
Τα δώρα μου για σένα
είναι ασυνήθιστα
για τα κοινά μέτρα
των ανθρώπων,
γιατί αυτοί μετρανε
τον έρωτα,
με την άδεια κλεδψύδρα
του χρόνου,
κι όχι με την αδάμαστη
αθανασία της ψυχής.

19/11/1974
Παύλος Ξιούτας

recording 5

γι’ ατέλιωτες θαλασσες -----for endless seas
χανόμασταν ------------we were losing ourselves
σαν μεθυσμένοι γλαροι --------like drunk seagulls
βουτώντας στη πυρα ---------diving into the fires
μιας πορφυρής σελήνης.---------of a bloodshed
------------------------------------ moon.

Καterinα
21 οκτ.08

a Photograph of an ecstatic sunrise in Cyprus, Paralimni (July 2008).
The first words that managed to come up: Rising with the SunRise

Plymouth ου μ’ εθέσπισεν- in Plymouth where my fαte dropped me.

Open up this window
and welcome his fresh warm fingers
feel
the boiling running blood,
through Aeolos* hands
run
bright around your neck
behind
your ears
and get lost
in your seaweed hair!
Look!
a lemon-fire leaf
surrenders in his arms.
How beautifully rests
upon
the wet precious
grass.

Katerina
25 Oct 08

*Aeolos:the Greek God of wind and air

Wrote this poem at a Poetry workshop run by an amazing acclaimed performance poet
Kat Francois (to who I am grateful for reminding me to use my rich Greek background)
at the Barbican Theater in Plymouth.

more information about Kat Francois:
http://www.myspace.com/kat_francois">

for my sister- friend Marietta

love you
with more melodious stomp colors
for what you taught me
without being aware.
For what I ‘ve learned
without acknowledging.
Now the sea breeze
fresher than ever
runs and whispers
sings and dances
alongside a rhythm
we have never met before!
no need for names
Lets dive in 'amora'
and then we‘ ll count
how much mystery
can we drink.

Katerina
25 Oct 8


here is a spontaneous recording we did :

the first real artist i' ve ever met ! how charming!

Ειν’ όμορφη η μέρα

φωτεινή,
παρόλα τα σκόρπια συννεφακια...
γλαροι περνούν που και που
ακριβώς μποστα μου...
Στο βαθος πολλύ πρασινο
σε χιλιαδες
αποχρώσεις,
εκεί στο κεντρικό πaρκο του Πλυμουθ.

Οι δρόμοι,
φαινονται ακομa
βουρκωμένοι
απ΄το κλαμα
που ποτέ
δεν ακούω τα βραδια,

ή... δεν θυμαμαι σαν ξ-ημερώσει
ίσως παλι
να’ ναι
απομειναρια
ιδρώτα
καποιου πρωινού
ερωτα

ποιός ξέρει...

KαTERINα
24 oKTWMBPH 2008

let it come with the day
we' ll drift away
riding the ethereal sheets
among the sea of our sorrows

katerina
6 Oct

photo by Katerina
at Cornwall

DIES SLOWLY by PABLO NERUDA

Dies slowly anyone who becomes a slave of his habits, following every day the same journey, who does not change the way he walks or does not take any risks and does no change the color of his clothes, the one who does not speak to someone that he doesn’t know/
Dies slowly…
The one who avoid the passion, the one who prefers black instead of white and the distinction marks at ‘i’ instead of a group of touching words that give a glow to the eyes, that turn a yawning into a smile, that make the heart beat at the fault and at the feelings.

Dies slowly anyone who does not turn the table up side down, the one who is not happy from his job, the one who does not risk security for the insecurity in order to hunt a dream, the one who does not allow himself at least for once to avoid following well-given advices.

Dies slowly the one who does not travel, who does not read ,listen to music nor find peace in him heart.

Dies slowly anyone who destroys his love, who does not allow to be helped by others. Who spends his time complaining for him luck or for the non-stop raining.

Dies slowly the one who abandons an idea before even stating it or the one who does not ask for what he does not know.

We avoid death in small doses, when we remember that being alive needs much more attempt from the simple fact of breathing.

nature whispers through photos

let thee
flow with the wind
till the eyes will be shattered
through his blinded eyes he will touch
the million colors of the sky!

Katerina
8 Oct 08

a photo of Yvan Rytz

...this picture screamed over me a full-star sky of words

your hair
as if a spider's well-crafted web
Sucking out a hurricane of not-said farewells
live it for an eternity
till no breath will dare to dive
and you 'll forget
the reason your stand
where u are.

Katerina
17 Oct 08

photo by Georgia Karaoli