March 12, 2014 § 2 Comments
For whom had these people carved their names? Who was their reader?
March 7, 2014 § 1 Comment
8th March marks the International Women’s Day as the Google doodle will keep reminding us for a day or so. Should we celebrate our femininity and feel good and proud of it for a day, but then go back to being the children of the lesser god we’ve been since thousands of years?
I won’t bother answering this question, sisters.
And yet, this doodle did make me wish to join the community of my sex for a while, share experiences and exchange knowledge and strengthen each other for… life.
So here is my poor advice, alas, just five pieces of it. You see, I’ve only come till my forties so far and sequel advice is uncertain, but if circumstances allow it, I’ll keep you posted.
1) Read lots of books and poetry while you’re a teenager. As years go by you will gradually develop quality criteria, so don’t worry and don’t be too ashamed for ‘bad’ choices of your youth. You’ll never be that emotionally open and thirsty for knowledge and experience in your whole life again – well, you will, but your soul will never again be so fertile for those literary seeds. Although I’ve forgotten now more than I wish to admit, these readings have formed me and are the ground I now plant my thoughts and verses.
2) Go out, travel, and have lots of fun and sex as soon as you’re old enough to hopefully know how to protect yourselves, dear sisters, and trust nobody to be better qualified or more willing to protect you. If you’re living under religious, political, or other restrictive conditions, then do not miss those sensualities either. Use your fantasy! We humans are gifted with an incredible mental power, our imagination. Travel and sexual experiences by the book? No problem at all!
3) But fight for your rights too! Use your voice or pen, your name or a pseudonym, the street or the internet, use what you can to make circumstances better for you and others in your society, because no freedom that you wish to have is illegal, or immoral, or an illusion as long as it doesn’t restrict the freedom of others. Period.
4) Don’t dismiss, or accept, the idea of motherhood too soon. I won’t lie to you: it’s not easy to be a mother. You do give up precious personal freedoms, sleep and solitude, and against what you were told we are certainly not well equipped for this job just by being a woman. But there is wisdom about our own humanity that derives from parenthood. And there is love. Both are to find in other places in life too, but I thought I should mention.
5) And. Age. With love. But. Be loved. Too.
What? This all is not advice solely for women?
Oh, sorry. My mistake.
February 21, 2014 § Leave a comment
Photo by Giorgos Moutafis who has dedicated the last years to a long-term project on immigration, focused on the European paths – gates of immigration.
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January 15, 2014 § 1 Comment
Change: there is chance and there is age in that word.
Earthed: too heavy.
Train: long sound in the early morning hours or a tired head leaning on a window, the late afternoon sunbeams on and off on the closed eyes.
Journey: we are our suitcases.
Departure: two parts: one here, one somewhere.
Travelers: divided; not whole but when on the way.
Way: way more than one.
Arrival: not a time, not a place; a pace, a phrase, a face.
In January 2013 I started writing a private dictionary searching for a personal meaning of words, accepting its flux.
The year started with ‘big’ words; there has been a death in the family, heartaches and failures, unfulfilled but also fulfilled longings.
I’ve repeated, redefined, some of the words more than once during the year documenting the Heraclitean flux of their meaning.
In the last days of December 2013 I returned to the very same words I started the year with. What has changed, what not?
A year in words’ motion.
Love: always disproportionate. #Jan13
Love: always out of date. #Dec13
Death: three lines, three photographs, a hundred days, a lot of numbers. #Jan13
Death: a name on door bell that we need not to read. #Dec1
Promises: Promised not to give any lately? #Jan13
Promises: The not given can torment one more than the ones broken. #Dec13
Death: likes numbers. #Jan13
Death: ignores Logic. #Dec13
Love: can have a body or no body, and sometimes nobody. #Jan13
Love: takes a body, leaves a body, changes body. #Dec13
Dream: am #Jan13
Dream: My dear, in our dreams we whisper all the secrets denied by daylight. #Dec13
Loss: the one gone won’t be there and you fear that you’ve never been there for the one gone. #Jan13
Loss: one missing is not a loss but the one missed is. #Dec13
Snow: without class consciousness; egalitarian beauty maker. #Jan13
Snow: ? #Dec13
Tenderness: to apply onto the deeper skin after we’ve peeled off our first; still pink and all thin and diaphanous. #Jan13
Tenderness: these light steps when the sick child sleeps; these new words; that love, this love #Dec13
Age: too much life and not enough of it. #Jan13
Age: our body’s cage. #Dec13
Death: after time.
Sleep: no time.
Sex: extra time.
Appreciation: true time. #Jan13
Memories: equally adored and feared for being our future. #Jan13
Memories: at the end of the year they hang together like grapes, some sweet , some sour, and wait for us to taste. #Dec13
Memories: they live in photographs, in scents and tastes, in suitcases. But some of them are also homeless, forget-me-nots under the stars. #Dec13
Time: more, less, enough, never, always, again, gone. #Jan13
Time: the last night train, with its cargo of thoughts, that always says goodbye in the longest way. #Dec13
Soul: What we leave behind at places for others to find when wondering alone. Sometimes we find it ourselves too. And so on. #Jan13
Soul: we know where to look for. #Dec13
Friend: the one in the end. #Jan13
Friend: We touched each other on that photograph, now we’ll always touch each other. #Dec13
Snow: slow. #Jan13
Snow: no. #Dec13
Fate: the game we play. #Jan13
(But fate certainly taught me better through the year.)
Fate: an ongoing debate between us and now, then, or if. #Dec13
Inspiration: that tab dropping in the middle of the night; you just want to shut it off but find yourself writing on the kitchen table. #Jan13
Inspiration: Oh how we dread its expiration. #Dec13
Light: the idea of a tomorrow. #Jan13
Light: where shadows move with great delight. #Dec13
Sleep: the invisible door to an empty room. We put down our luggage, next to the stairs. Upstairs, there are people talking. #Jan13
Sleep: that house has become more quiet; but a wind still howls outside, and whenever it slams a door shut, there, I’m awake. #Dec13
Home: this now. #Jan13
Home: anniversaries of how. #Dec13