August 18, 2011

Θέλω να γνωρίσω όλους αυτούς που σκύβουν, Γιάννης Αγγελάκας

Θέλω να γνωρίσω όλους αυτούς που σκύβουν
Πάνω από ένα καθαρό κομμάτι χαρτί
Μέσα σε βρόμικες διαλυμένες κάμαρες
Γεμάτοι οργή κι απόγνωση
Αποφασισμένοι ωστόσο
Να το λεκιάσουν με λέξεις
βρόμικες λέξεις
άγιες λέξεις
λέξεις κλειδιά
ιδέες φαντάσματα
λυτρωτικές φράσεις
Θέλω να γνωρίσω όλους αυτούς τους μανιακούς του λόγου
Να γλείψω το μελάνι από τα δάχτυλα τους
Να φιλήσω τα παραμορφωμένα τους μέτωπα
Να συμμαζέψω τις τσαλακωμένες τους ονειρώξεις
Να διορθώσω τα ορθογραφικά λάθη του έρωτα τους
Να τους καθησυχάσω
Να τους πείσω πως δε χρειαζόμαστε άλλο αίμα γι' απόψε
Πως χορτάσαμε
Κι ύστερα να τους βάλω στο κρεβάτι
Και να τους νανουρίσω


Από τη συλλογή Πώς τολμάς και νοσταλγείς, τσόγλανε; (1999)
πηγη

Prison Song - Graham Nash

One day a friend took me aside
and said I have to leave you
for buying something from a friend
they say I've done wrong
for protecting the name of a man
they say I'll have to leave you,
so now I'm bidding you farewell
for much too long.
And here's a song to sing,
for every man inside,
if he can hear you sing
it's an open door.
There's not a rich man there,
who couldn't pay his way
and buy the freedom that's a high price
for the poor.

Kids in Texas
smoking grass,
ten year sentence
comes to pass
Misdemeanor
in Ann Arbor,
ask the judges
Why?

Another friend said to her kids
I'm gonna have to leave you
for selling something to the man
I guess I did wrong
and although I did the best I could
I'm gonna have to leave you
so now I'm kissing you farewell
for much too long.
And here's a song to sing,
for every man inside
if he can hear you sing
it's an open door.
There's not a rich man there
who couldn't pay his way
and buy the freedom that's a high price
for the poor

August 17, 2011

Sam Cooke - A Change Is Gonna Come

I was born by the river
In a little tent
And just like the river
I've been running ever since

It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change gonna come
Oh, yes it will

It's been too hard living
But I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's up there beyond the sky
It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change gonna come
Oh yes it will

I go to the movie, and I go downtown
Somebody keep tellin me "don't hang around"
It's been a long, a long time coming,
But i know a change gonna come
Oh yes it will

Then I go to my brother
I say brother help me please
But he winds up knocking me
Back down on my knees

There's been times that I thought
I wouldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh, yes it will

Ειμαστε κατι παλια ποδηλατα

Οι ανθρωποι δεν
μπορουνε μαζι.Σφαζονται
μεχρι να
βγει αιμα
ειτε απ τη ψυχη
ειτε απ το σωμα
Κανενα απο τα
δυό
δε γλιτωνει.

Δε μπορουνε μαζι

Παρατανε
ξαφνικα
ο ενας τον αλλον
σαν να ηταν παλιο ποδηλατο
χαλασμενο,
αχρηστο,
αχρειαστο.

Θα θελα να τους δω
να αγαπιουνται

μα τοτε
δεν θα χω χρονο


θα μιλω με τους ποιητες
καπου.

Κ.Τ

August 16, 2011

Τι περιμένεις όταν περιμένεις το Τίποτα;

Τι περιμένεις όταν περιμένεις
το Τίποτα;
Το Τίποτα δε θα 'ρθει
Το Τίποτα είν' εδώ σε περιβάλλει
φοράει λαμπρή στολή κι ωραία πλουμίδια
και τον θαυμάσιο κόσμο προσποιείται
Το Τίποτα είναι χρώματα και λάμψεις
σχήματα και μορφές
κενά και όγκοι
Μάτια που φέγγουν στοχασμό και ρέμβη
Χείλη που στάζουν ηδονή και λήθη
Σώματα που θροούν φωνές που ανθίζουν

Το Τίποτα είναι το χαμόγελό σου
το βλέμμα σου το σιωπηλό σου δάκρυ
Η δίψα τής ψυχής σου που δεν σβήνει
Το άλλο σου πρόσωπο το βυθισμένο
που σε κοιτάζει από την καταχνιά του

Το Τίποτα είσαι Εσύ Το μαύρο σου αίμα
Της ύπαρξής σου το βαθύ πηγάδι


Ορέστης Αλεξάκης 



Από τη συλλογή Το άλμπουμ των αποκομμάτων (2009)

August 14, 2011

"THE GARDEN OF LOVE" by William Blake


I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
 
1794

August 13, 2011

Onar - Να σκεπαστώ με τα φτερά σου

Να σκεπαστώ με τα φτερό σου
να ονειρευτώ να κρατηθώ
κουράστηκε η αγκαλιά σου
με προσωπεία από πηλό

Θα τρέμουν μέσα σου οι λέξεις

ξεθώριασαν με τα πολλά
οι λύπες βάψαν τους χειμώνες
με γκρίζα χρώματα θολά

Μη μου πεις πως μετανιώνεις

όλα γίνονται για μας
Κι αν καμιά φορά λυγίσεις
θα 'μαι δίπλα σου θα ξέρω τι ζητάς

Μπροστά μου στέγες χιονισμένες

παλιές μελωδίες θ' ανάβουν το χθες
θα ρθω ξανά αν με προσέξεις
ο χρόνος σβήνει ξεχνάει τι θες
 

Omnia - The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Presently, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
Merely this, and nothing more,'

Out into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of arice just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on this Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Now the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only,

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have gone before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Once more, on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -

Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert isle enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven streched above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -

`Get thee back into the tempest of the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Now the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of arice just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Will be lifted - nevermore! 

August 12, 2011

Heaven isn't too far away RIP Jani Lane



I've got a picture of your house
And you're standing by the door.
It's black and white and faded,
And it's looking pretty worn.
See the factory that I worked
Silhouetted in the back.
The memories are gray but man they're really coming back.

I don't need to be the king of the world
As long as i'm the hero of this little girl

Heaven isn't too far away
Closer to it everyday
No matter what your friends might say

How I love the way you move
And the sparkle in your eyes
There's a color deep inside them
Like blue suburban skys
When i come home late at night
And you're in bed asleep
I wrap my arms around you
So I can feel you breathe

I dont need to be a superman
As long as you will always be my biggest fan

Heaven isn't too far away
Closer to it everyday (Ah, ah)
No matter what your friends might say
We'll find our way, yeah

Now the lights are going out,
Along the boulevard
Memories come rushing back and makes it pretty hard
I've got nowhere left to go
And no one really cares
I don't know what to do
But I'm never giving up on you.

Heaven isn't too far away
Closer to it every day
ohhhh ohhh
No matter what your friends say
I know we're gonna find a way

Jazz Music

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