February 9, 2003, 09:25
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I sincerely hope I wasn't the reason you suddendly felt all sleepy
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no, I realized that arguing about a dead greek poet at 1:30AM is... well, lame.
Axi: I just name them like I see them. I only made my impression of the poem without previous knowledge. And from that poem, what I can see is that he's was a pessimist ( but that only means that he's didn't like what was going on at the time. ).
I can also see that he thinks that jews are bad.
Of course, we claim that the rest of the poem puts important things on the table, but that doesn't change the fact that the guy was prejudiced against jews.
Anyway, is he your national poet or something?
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February 10, 2003, 10:03
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No the guy was totally overlooked for more than 50 years, because romantism went out of fashion by 1930. He, along with Kavafis, was overshadowed by a generation of surrealists, including Seferis and Elytis.
Only in the latest years have we begun to give him recognition.
Btw, a pessimist never ever becomes a national poet.
Although I have read most of his poems, this is the only mention of Jews I ever found...
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February 10, 2003, 10:08
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example of his writing: "So I went back to my hotel, and a student came to tell me she liked my books, so I ****ed her"
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Incomplete. You forgot to say that he had only 3 bottles of wine that evening, so at least he was not so drunk as to not have an erection. However, the next morning he found out that he had a terrible headache and that he got pissed in his sleep. That didn't stop him from going gambling to the horsetracks though.
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February 10, 2003, 15:46
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Originally posted by Azazel
Anyway, is he your national poet or something?
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Nah, that would be Dionysios Solomos.
He's the guy who wrote the national anthem (158 verses long ) called Hymn to Liberty.
Speaking of which here's two different translations of the same first verses in Greek.
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I know you by the sharp blade
of your terrifying sword,
I know you by the form you made
taking the earth as victor lord.
Sprung from Grecian bones scattered
hallowed on every vale,
with your old valor unshatterd,
Liberty, hail to you, hail!
Yes, but your sons, your offspring
now fight with all their breath,
and unseasingly are seeking
either victory or death.
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I shall always recognise you
By the dreadful sword you hold,
As the earth, with searching vision,
You survey, with spirit bold.
'Twas the Greeks of old whose dying
Brought to birth our spirit free.
Now, with ancient valour rising,
Let us hail you, oh Liberty!
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As said, poetry is not translated but rewritten
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February 10, 2003, 15:53
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Originally posted by axi
Incomplete. You forgot to say that he had only 3 bottles of wine that evening, so at least he was not so drunk as to not have an erection. However, the next morning he found out that he had a terrible headache and that he got pissed in his sleep. That didn't stop him from going gambling to the horsetracks though.
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Yep. The guy is so ****ed up
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February 10, 2003, 16:25
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didn't you just say that he was great at page 1?
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February 10, 2003, 16:32
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err no...?!
unless you consider that great...
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BTW Bukowski is one sick old porn man.
I read two of his books. There are all about screwing and a faux sence of "escaping" the microastiki (lower middle class?) mentality of security, order and conservative values.
example of his writing: "So I went back to my hotel, and a student came to tell me she liked my books, so I ****ed her"
And that theme (even written exactly the same) seems to encompass 90% of the 2 books of him I read.
Better go with Vocacius - more diversity and more interesting
Didn't know he wrote "poetry" too
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February 10, 2003, 16:36
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Bukowsky!=Karyotakis
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February 10, 2003, 16:38
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February 10, 2003, 16:42
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That doll in the background is about to kill the pretty underage girl, that looks like a boy in the picture, right?
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February 10, 2003, 16:45
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Nope. It's her toy which she leaves behind but still haunts her and a symbol of her youngfulness
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February 10, 2003, 17:20
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BTW if you think she looks like a boy you're the second pedophile after Drake in Poly
and now a sample by Elytis
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DEATH AND RESURRECTION OF CONSTANTINOS PALAEOLOGOS
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Odysseas Elytis
As he stood there erect before the Gate
and impregnable in his sorrow
Far from the world where his spirit sought
to bring Paradise to his measure
And harder even than stone
for no one had ever looked
on him tenderly - at times his crooked teeth
whitened strangely
And as he passed by with his gaze a little
beyond mankind and from them all
extracted One who smiled on him
The Real one
Whom death could never seize
He took care to pronounce the word
sea clearly that all the dolphins
within it might shine
And the desolation so great it might
contain all of God
and every waterdrop ascending steadfastly toward
the sun
As a young man he had seen gold glittering
and gleaming on the shoulders of the great
And one night
he remembers
during a great storm the neck of the sea
roared so it turned murky
but he would not submit to it
The world's an oppressive place to live through
yet with a little pride it's worth it.
II
Dear God what now
Who had to battle with thousands
and not only his loneliness
Who?
He who knew with a single word
how to slake the thirst of entire worlds
What?
From whom they had taken everything
And his sandals with their criss-crossed
straps and his pointed trident
and the wall he mounted every afternoon like
an unruly and pitching boat
to hold the reigns against the weather
And a handful of vervain
which he had rubbed on a girl's cheek
at midnight
to kiss her
(how the waters of the moon gurled
on the stone steps three cliff-lengths
above the sea...)
Noon out of night
And not one person by his side
Only his faithful words that mingled
all their colors to leave in his hand
a lance of white light
And opposite
along the whole wall's length
a host of heads poured in plaster
as far as his eyes could see
"Noon out of night - all life a radiance!"
he shouted and rushed into the horde
dragging behind him an endless golden line
And at once he felt
the final pallor
overmastering him
as it hastened from afar.
III
Now
as the sun's wheel turned more and more swiftly
the courtyards plunged into winter and once
again emerged red from the geranium
And the small cool domes
like blue medusae
reached each time higher to the silverwork
the wind so delicately worked as a painting
for other times more distant
Virgin maidens
their breasts glowing a summer dawn
brought him branches of fresh palm leaves
and those of the myrtle uprooted
from the depths of the sea
Dripping iodine
While under his feet he heard
the prows of black ships
sucked into the great whirlpool
the ancient and smoked seacraft
from which still erect with riveted gaze
the Mothers of God stood rebuking
Horses overturned on dumpheaps
a rabble of buildings large and small
debris and dust flaming in the air
And there lying prone
always with an unbroken word
between his teeth
Himself
the last of the Hellenes!
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February 10, 2003, 18:37
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didn't you just say that he was great at page 1?
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That comment was for me. I am a Bukowski fan. And yes, I like him exactly because he's decadent.
You're rather te patriotic type, aren't you paik? I was going to say that our national poet is Palamas and of course I could find a more meaningful sample of Elytis's poetry somewhere in "Aksion Esti" or in "O Ilios o Iliatoras"...
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February 10, 2003, 20:50
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Originally posted by axi
You're rather te patriotic type, aren't you paik?
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Ka8olou. Aplos me diaskedasei na tous trollaro (wow ti lexi!) pou kai pou
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February 10, 2003, 21:35
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Ores ores to parakaneis...
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February 10, 2003, 21:37
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Nai, exeis sigoura dikio. Kai pairno sto lemo mou ki allous
ostoso den nomizo oti einai ekseretika sovaro...
plaka einai kyrios; oi perissoteroi to xeroun.
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February 10, 2003, 21:40
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autos eskalou den einai ki enas kyrios logos yparxis tou OTF?
omos einai axiosimioto oti otan milame sovara kaneis, i toulaxiston elaxistoi - oi gnostoi ypoptoi - trolaroun
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February 10, 2003, 21:49
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Nope. It's her toy which she leaves behind but still haunts her and a symbol of her youngfulness
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Auto den to eixa prosexei...
- Ti ixo kanei to pipini?
- Kanei squick! - squick!
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February 10, 2003, 21:51
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mpa, malakies egrafa, oti mou katebaine sto myalo
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February 10, 2003, 21:53
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How about this,
Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth:
but I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.
And if any man will sue thee at the law, and take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also.
And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain.
Give to him that asketh thee, and from him that would borrow of thee turn not thou away.
Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbor, and hate thine enemy.
But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;
that ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.
For if ye love them which love you, what reward have ye? do not even the publicans the same?
And if ye salute your brethren only, what do ye more than others? do not even the publicans so?
Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.
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