Κάποτε (Αγγελική Ελευθερίου)

Κάποτε
θα παρακαλέσω
- όπως δεν παρακάλεσα ποτέ -
θα πέσω στα γόνατα κάποιου θεατρώνη
με βαμμένα μαλλιά
να με πάρει κι εμένα 
στον πλανόδιο θίασό του
Θα μου ζητήσει άδεια
και προϋπηρεσία
και συστάσεις
Δεν έχω τίποτα
Ο αόρατος θίασος
που αφιέρωσα τη ζωή μου
δεν είχε τέτοια πράγματα
Όμως -τώρα- κάπως πρέπει
να πεθάνω κι εγώ
Έλεος δηλαδή.

Communication (the Cardigans)

For 27 years I've been trying to believe and confide in

Different people I've found.

Some of them got closer than others

Some wouldn't even bother
and then you came around

I didn't really know what to call you,
you didn't know me at all

But I was happy to explain.

I never really knew how to move you

So I tried to intrude through the little holes in your veins

And I saw you

But that's not an invitation

That's all I get

If this is communication

I disconnect

I've seen you, I know you

But I don't know

How to connect, so I disconnect

You always seem to know where to find me and I'm still here behind you

In the corner of your eye.

I'll never really learn how to love you

But I know that I love you through the hole in the sky.

Where I see you

And that's not an invitation

That's all I get

If this is communication

I disconnect

I've seen you, I know you

But I don't know

How to connect, so I disconnect

Well this is an invitation

It's not a threat

If you want communication

That's what you get

I'm talking and talking

But I don't know

How to connect

And I hold a record for being patient

With your kind of hesitation

Oh, I need you, you want me

But I don't know

How to connect, so I disconnect

I disconnect

eulogy to a hell of a dame- (Charles Bukowski)

some dogs who sleep at night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you
drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.

darlings (Charles Bukowski)

a world full of successful people’s
sons
on bicycles
on the Hollywood Riviera
at 3:11 p.m.
on a Tuesday afternoon.

this is what some of the armies
died to save
this is what many of the ladies
desire:
these stuffed fractions
non-beings
pedaling along
or stopping to chat while
still seated upon their bikes
gentle breezes touching
undisturbed faces.

I understand very little of this
except maybe the armies killed the
wrong people
but they usually do:
they always think the enemy are
those they are directed against
instead of those who
direct them:
the fathers of the
darlings.

AGAPITOS LINES (Περικλής Κοροβέσης)

Είχες χαθεί από μέρες. Ούτε ένα μήνυμα στον τηλεφωνητή ούτε κάποιο σημείωμα κάτω από την πόρτα. Κατέβηκα στο λιμάνι και έψαχνα για την άγονη γραμμή. AGAPITOS LINES, με τις βρόμικες τουαλέτες και τα χυδαία φαγητά. Περίμενα πως κάπου εδώ θα σε έβρισκα. Ανέβαινα και κατέβαινα σκάλες. Γύριζα στα σαλόνια και τις κουπαστές. Τίποτα. Και φτάναμε στα λιμάνια μέσα στη νύχτα. Χάζευα τα φώτα. Ξαναφεύγαμε. Και σε ξανάψαχνα. Μου πήρε πολύ καιρό να καταλάβω. Δεν ταξίδευα. Βούλιαζα.