Love in the Time of Monsters

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This is a story about the
monsters and lovers
and the gory pawns in between.

This is a story about how
they become the same thing.

How my ribs break themselves
to let her scrape her way between
the flesh of my lungs.
How I bleed.
How she screams.
How mouths only know how to bruise.
How the moonlight bathes
us in the brightest kind of light.
How nerves electrify.
How hearts terrify.
How she shows her teeth
and the spine quivers.

How she is the most tender lover
I have ever known.

Gently,
we howl at the stars together.
Gently,
we swallow each other whole.

— Emily Palermo, Love in the Time of Monsters

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Φως Υπερούσιο

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Φως υπερούσιο
Απρόσιτο φως
Από ποια ύφη κατεβαίνεις
Σ’ αυτή την καταματωμένη γη
Όπου σέρνονται ακόμα οι άνθρωποι
Ανάμεσα στον τρόμο και την ελπίδα

Άσπιλο φως
Που δεν έχεις ούτε αρχή ούτε τέλος
Και που η μέρα παρατείνει την ηγεμονία της
Για να σε διαφυλάξει
Πότε λοιπόν θα κατορθώσεις
Ν’ αποδιώξεις το βαθύ
Βαθύ σκοτάδι αυτού του κόσμου.

Τάκης Βαρβιτσιώτης, Δέκα ποιήματα τη οργής και του χρέους (1972-1973)
Στον Γιάννη Ρίτσο

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Αντάρτικο στο μικροαστισμό και την υποκρισία

To Koskino

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Γράφει ο Δήμος Χλωπτσιούδης

Δημήτρης Γκιούλος & Κωνσταντίνου Παπαπρίλη-Πανάτσας, Αντάρτικο
Ελευθεριακές Εκδόσεις Κουρσάλ, 2016

Η αναρχική ποίηση από την εποχή του Τόλη Νικηφόρου και της Κατερίνας Γώγου, τους επιφανέστερους εκφραστές της, έχει αλλάξει σημαντικά μέσα στις δεκαετίες και έχει κυλήσει αρκετό νερό στους χείμαρρους των πολιτικών μηνυμάτων και των συναισθημάτων. Αν και τα χαρακτηριστικά του πεζοδρομίου και των συγκρούσεων δεν έχουν εξαλειφθεί, καθώς αποτελούν εγγενή στοιχεία της αντιεξουσιαστικής προσέγγισης, εντούτοις αυτά σήμερα πια ενσωματώνονται σε ένα συναισθηματικό πρίσμα και το μαχητικό στοιχείο αποκτά και συμβολική διάσταση.

Σε ένα τέτοιο κλίμα σύγκρουσης, ειρωνείας και πολιτικής αντίδρασης εντάσσεται και η νέα ποιητική συλλογή των Δημήτρη Γκιούλου & Κωνσταντίνου Παπαπρίλη-Πανάτσα, «αντάρτικο2» (Κουρσάλ, 2016). Άλλωστε, όπως αναπροσδιορίζεται ο Γκιούλος αντί να γίνει αστροναύτης έμεινε να κυνηγά τις ουτοπίες του στη γη, ενώ ο Παπαπρίλης-Πανάτσας παρουσιάζεται ως κυνηγός παραμυθιών που τώρα πια τα γδέρνει.

Πρόκειται για μία ποιητική παρωδία που τόσο καίρια πληγώνει το φίλαυτο…

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I Disappear

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Hey Hey Hey
Here I go now
Here I go into new days
Hey Hey Hey
Here I go now
Here I go into new days

I’m pain, I’m hope, I’m suffer
Yeah Hey Hey Hey Yeah Yeah
Here I go into new days

Hey Hey Hey
Ain’t no mercy
Ain’t no mercy there for me
Hey Hey Hey
Ain’t no mercy
Ain’t no mercy there for me

I’m pain, I’m hope, I’m suffer
Yeah Yeah Hey, Hey no mercy
Ain’t no mercy there for me

Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear

Hey Hey Hey
And I went
And I went on down that road
Hey Hey Hey
And I went on
And I went on down that road

I’m pain, I’m hope, I’m suffer
Hey Hey Hey Yeah, And I went on
And I went on down that road

Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear

Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear

Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear

Do you bury me when I’m gone
Do you teach me while I’m here
Just as soon as I belong
Then it’s time I disappear

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The Ocean

Sarah Tyler

The Ocean has its silent caves,
Deep, quiet, and alone;
Though there be fury on the waves,
Beneath them there is none.
The awful spirits of the deep
Hold their communion there;
And there are those for whom we weep,

The young, the bright, the fair.
Calmly the wearied seamen rest
Beneath their own blue sea.
The ocean solitudes are blest,
For there is purity.
The earth has guilt, the earth has care,
Unquiet are its graves;
But peaceful sleep is ever there,
Beneath the dark blue waves.

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The rainbow

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Lots of people like rainbows. Children make wishes on them, artists paint them, dreamers chase them, but the Aquarian is ahead of everybody. He lives on one. What’s more, he’s taken it apart and examined it, piece by piece, color by color, and he still believes in it. It isn’t easy to believe in something after you know what it’s really like, but the Aquarian is essentially a realist, even though his address is tomorrow, with a wild-blue-yonder zip code.”

― Linda Goodman, Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs

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I am the Highway

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Pearls and swine bereft of me.
Long and weary my road has been.
I was lost in the cities, alone in the hills.
No sorrow or pity for leaving, I feel, yeah.

I am not your rolling wheels – I am the highway.
I am not your carpet ride – I am the sky.

Friends and liars don’t wait for me,
‘Cause I’ll get on all by myself.
I put millions of miles under my heels;
And still too close to you, I feel, yeah.

I am not your rolling wheels – I am the highway.
I am not your carpet ride – I am the sky.

I am not your blowing wind – I am the lightning.
I am not your autumn moon – I am the night… the night.

Yeah!
I am not your rolling wheels – I am the highway.
I am not your carpet ride – I am the sky.

Well,
I am not your blowing wind – I am the lightning.
I am not your autumn moon – I am the night… the night.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

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My Aquarius

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My love for you reaches beyond the borders of continents,
so vast in scope that I would cross oceans to be with you.

Yes, but does that same love penetrate so deep
as to dare thee to sink to the oceans’ depths to find me?

Richelle E. Goodrich

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Atlantis

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Στο νησί τις γαλάζιες νύχτες
μεσ’ τα BAR αγκαλιά ξωτικά καθάρματα
μου ‘χες πεί πως θα ‘ρθείς και ήρθες
Ατλαντίς στο βυθό
φωτισμένα άρματα

Μπρός στα μάτια μου περνάνε
φωσφορίζουνε και πάνε

Στο νησί τις γαλάζιες νύχτες
μεσ’ τα BAR τα παιδια σε κοιτάν ανύποπτα
με ρωτάν από που να ήρθες
δεν θα πώ ποτέ σε κανέναν ΤΙΠΟΤΑ

Στις βιτρίνες που μου φέρνουν ζάλη
στις οθόνες που χτυπάνε τα κομπιούτερ γράμματα
καθρεφτίζεσαι μπροστά μου πάλι
Ατλαντίς στο βυθό φωτισμένα άρματα

On the island with the blue nights
In the bar the thieves and the elves are embrassed
You told me you would come and you did
Atlantis at the bottom of the sea
And shiny sea horses

On the island with the blue nights
In the bar the children look at you unsuspected
They ask me where did she come from
Don’t worry i wont tell anyone anything

The windows that make me dizzy
The screens that computers type in letters
I see your face in the mirror again
Atlantis at the bottom of the sea
And shiny sea horses

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Higher Love

I can taste more than feel
This burning inside is so real
I can almost lay my hands upon
The warm glow that lingers on

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul’s on fire
Moved, by a higher love

I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole
Leads me by the hand to infinity
Lies in wait at the heart of me

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul’s on fire
Moved, by a higher love

Heaven bound on the wings of love
There’s so much that you can rise above

Moved, lifted higher
Moved, moved, by a higher love
By a higher love

I surrender heart and soul
Sacrificed to a higher goal

Moved, moved by a higher love
By a higher love

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