so long 2014
Τρίτη 30 Δεκεμβρίου 2014
Τρίτη 25 Νοεμβρίου 2014
Παρασκευή 21 Νοεμβρίου 2014
Σάββατο 15 Νοεμβρίου 2014
Παρασκευή 14 Νοεμβρίου 2014
Τετάρτη 12 Νοεμβρίου 2014
Τρίτη 11 Νοεμβρίου 2014
Τρίτη 4 Νοεμβρίου 2014
** LOVE AFFAIR **
There was a time…
Dark and devine…
Exciting and new.
shameful and true…
Free to explore,
we had it all:
Towering trust,
insatiable lust…
Clouding the truth,
both of us knew:
this sordid affair
is ending in tears…
Yes, we would go on,
knowing the wrong.
Until the day,
it was taken away…
Oh, all our love
fell down
to earth…
Here, broken and cold…
With grave remorse…
But for a while
it all made sense…
It might have been just a dark pretence,
but you had me…
And I loved it…
To be with you,
to be the one,
to live a lie,
it really got me all excited…
I felt wanted…
Then in the night,
the sorrow inside,
was taken away,
deliverance came…
Fell from the sky,
heaven replied…
Salvation in streams,
silent and clean…
All that we were,
all that we knew,
faded away,
with tears in the rain…
yes, all that we were,
all that we knew
is fading away,
like tears in the rain…
All that we were,
all that we knew…
…fading away…
All that we were,
all that we knew…
…fading away…
Dark and devine…
Exciting and new.
shameful and true…
Free to explore,
we had it all:
Towering trust,
insatiable lust…
Clouding the truth,
both of us knew:
this sordid affair
is ending in tears…
Yes, we would go on,
knowing the wrong.
Until the day,
it was taken away…
Oh, all our love
fell down
to earth…
Here, broken and cold…
With grave remorse…
But for a while
it all made sense…
It might have been just a dark pretence,
but you had me…
And I loved it…
To be with you,
to be the one,
to live a lie,
it really got me all excited…
I felt wanted…
Then in the night,
the sorrow inside,
was taken away,
deliverance came…
Fell from the sky,
heaven replied…
Salvation in streams,
silent and clean…
All that we were,
all that we knew,
faded away,
with tears in the rain…
yes, all that we were,
all that we knew
is fading away,
like tears in the rain…
All that we were,
all that we knew…
…fading away…
All that we were,
all that we knew…
…fading away…
Δευτέρα 3 Νοεμβρίου 2014
Πέμπτη 30 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Τρίτη 28 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Δευτέρα 27 Οκτωβρίου 2014
"The Battle Of Evermore"
"The Battle Of Evermore"
Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.
Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.
Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
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Κυριακή 26 Οκτωβρίου 2014
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Σάββατο 25 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Truth / Α - ληθεια
«Τι είναι η αλήθεια; Είναι εκείνο που βλέπεις και ζεις, όταν αναδυθείς από τη λήθη. Το α- είναι στερητικό. Η αλήθεια είναι το έξω από τη λήθη, που μέσα της μας βυθίζει συνέχεια η μέριμνα να πραγματώσουμε τους στόχους μας.
Ζώντας μέσα στην οντολογική λήθη ζούμε σαν πεθαμένοι. Τούτη τη ζοφερή πραγματικότητα οι ποιητές την ιστόρησαν ανάγλυφα και ζαλιστικά. Θυμηθείτε τον Έλιοτ της "Έρημης Χώρας". Κάθεται σ' ένα γιοφύρι του Τάμεση, παρατηρεί όλους αυτούς που τρέχουν στη δουλειά τους με τη φροντίδα της, και βλέπει νεκρούς να περπατάνε.
Για την Αθήνα μας, λ.χ., με το ανάλογο μάτι θά 'βλεπες στην οδό Πανεπιστημίου μέρα νύχτα στρατιές από κυλιόμενα φέρετρα.»
Δημήτρης Λιαντίνης - "Γκέμμα".
T. S . ELiot
The hollow men
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
VHere we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
VHere we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Παρασκευή 24 Οκτωβρίου 2014
ΑΙΡΕΤΙΚΟ
«Εκείνος που είναι γνήσιος χριστιανός, πρέπει να ντρέπεται να ανήκει στη χριστιανική κοινότητα. Εκείνος που κατανοεί και ακολουθεί το λόγο του Ιησού, πρέπει να φαίνεται σαν αιρετικός.»
Λιαντίνης
Λιαντίνης
Πέμπτη 23 Οκτωβρίου 2014
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Τρίτη 21 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Σάββατο 18 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Πέμπτη 16 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Η Μυρτιά
Η Μυρτιά δοξαζόταν στις σημιτικές θρησκείες και ήταν το ιερό φυτό της Πάφιου Αφροδίτης, η οποία όταν βγήκε γυμνή από τη θάλασσα κρύφτηκε πίσω από μια Μυρτιά.
Η Μυρτιά ήταν το σύμβολο της Ομορφιάς και της Νεότητας.
Τετάρτη 15 Οκτωβρίου 2014
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Κυριακή 12 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Κυριακή 5 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Τετάρτη 1 Οκτωβρίου 2014
Κυριακή 28 Σεπτεμβρίου 2014
Παρασκευή 19 Σεπτεμβρίου 2014
Πέμπτη 18 Σεπτεμβρίου 2014
Τετάρτη 17 Σεπτεμβρίου 2014
Τρίτη 16 Σεπτεμβρίου 2014
Παρασκευή 29 Αυγούστου 2014
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