Returning

My mum, Pissuri - Pafos,  nearbu Aphrodite's birth-place.

Performance: Temple of Nothing

Would like to share with you some information about the performance I am taking part this summer.
'On a blank-white-canvas, glamorous, stunning, cheeky, real, raw and true. 15 women writer/performers/artists all sculptured in white merge and intertwine to create the first of a series of earth quaking performances, giving birth to new myths, and exploding conventional icons and traditions. Its time. It's showtime...' as Belinda says.


On 16th July 2009
Tickets from Exeter Phoenix 
Here is the official site for the company:
http://www.templeofnothing.com


This is a video of the team while photo shooting . :)

Saviours

You’ll save the world
with a baton,
a costume
and a laptop in the hand.
Fuckers!

Yeah. Much you care whether he is drunk or stoned.
Together we share the supermarket dance.
At least this lad knows how screwed he is
And tries to get himself drawn
Not to see the shit-hole you've turned all this into.

A closed loop the alcohol
Enough mold.

Hey you! Everything has been offered to you. Without you.
And you are thrown into the arena
A shadow fighting
Bleeding ghosts
Where? Don’t ask me!
I got used to drinkingblood and live with it!
Bless God!

Uneasy why do you feel?
As if you haven’t seen
Any dead person today.
Ha! Try to remember.
Have you seen any alive?
No, he got sold yesterday.
Tell me! Anybody Alive have you seen?


Written for Angelo who i met last night in the street dressed as a cop. no he hadnt been to a fancy dressing party.

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Θα σώσετε τον κόσμο μ΄ενα ροπαλο,
Τη στολη σας
Κι ενα λάπτοπ στο χερι.
Μαλάκες! Ναι και πολύ που σας νοιάζει
αν είναι μεθυσμένος ή φτιαγμένος.
Κι εσύ μαζι μας στο χορό του σουπερμάρκετ.
Ετούτος τουλαχιστο ξέρει το χαλι του
Και θέλει να πνιγεί μες το μπουκάλι
Μπάς και δεν βλέπει πως τα ρημάξατε όλα.

Θηλεία το αλκοόλ.
Μες σε σαπια μαγειρεύουμε.
Ρε! στα δινουν όλα
Και σε ριχνουν στην αρένα
Σκιά να πολεμάς
φαντάματα που αιμορραγούν-

Που? Mη με ρωτάς εμενα!
Εγω συνήθησα
να πίνω αίμα και να ζω,
Κάπως.

Δόξα σοι ο Θεός ομως!

Τι κομπλάρεις?
Λες κι εσύ δεν εχεις δει νεκρούς σήμερα.
Χα. Για θυμήσου.
Είδες κανα ζωντανό?
Οχι, κι αυτός πουλήθηκε προχτες
Ζωντανό ρε!
Ειδες κανενα?

Για τον Αγγελο
που έγινε μπάτσος.

painting of Klimt, Death and Life

Dead end or a push forward

In your ignorance we pay the fees for misery
Our milk and bread feeds slaughters.

Tomorrow, in your bloody ignorance
you’ ll murder more kids than yesterday.

But you, don't worry. Keep on living
like an obese  fashionable rat
under your fat others suffocate poisoned by gazes, famine, abuse.

Tonight, sweet dreams my dears.
But let me go first.
_________


Ok.

Dreaming & poetry is good.
But I promise I want do any more

No more
until the actions take place.

Its so early but i feel exhausted.
exhausted rat.

Poetry, feathers and flowers

Totnes is an inspiration!

The poetry crew

My eyes a valley of pedals



Tim, looking like a veggie


Cameron, what a youthful old chap!


Cameron drawing to us the musical instrument he created on his own.

A year later or so, Cameron's instrument was created.

You can get a poor-quality sample of the beauty of this exquisite instrument here:

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xac1XnyFCeM

Feel so much like home there. Home, meaning the place where your heart can easily rest and smile.
a feeling controversially very different to the one that my literal home, Cyprus often evokes in me.


Tonight I met up with some lovely people and passionate artists.
along with reading and chatting we played. In the game in which each of us was given a swan's feather and the only direction we had was to as write something descriptive about the feather.
Walking alongside imagination I wrote the above:

Oh, thats the fairy that appeared while i was trying to write...:)
she came very handy.

Swan's feathers

The air runs
through your soft
white legs
and your shiver.

The water sings
wavy melodies
upon your royal pathways.

Your basis, transparent,
the higher it gets
the stronger
the opaque smell becomes.

While falling
I saw you transforming
into a dove-fairy
whose dance
colored red
the icy surface.

You dived in
But still, still
the water
remembers
when you rested
in it's cold arms.

Million spasms,
cracks in the dream
when you shot at the heart
of the crystal reflections.

Katerina

Όπου αγαπάς μη πολυ πάς__

Όπου αγαπάς μη πολυ πάs __ at the place you love, don't go too often
κι αν πολύ πας __ and if you go too often

μην πολυ κατσεις __ don't stay for too long
κι αν πολυ κατσεις __ and if you stay for too long
να μην πολυμιλείς __ don't talk too much
κι αν πολυμιλείς __ and if you talk too much
να κατέχεις να τα λές. __ be very aware of what you say.


Λουδοβίκος των Ανωγείων Loudovikos ton anogion

i tried to give the closest translation possible

Lay & dive

... lay upon some silver-gold leafs...
..its so beautiful down here...
we don't need to go...hush...
listen the to the walking ...daffodils
hush...feel_____
we don't need to go
penetrate__ the silence
and sing with me.