Saturday, April 24, 2010


Monday, April 19, 2010



Saturday, April 17, 2010


Where now? Who now? When now? Unquestioning. I, say I. Unbelieving. Questions, hypotheses, call them that. Keep going, going on, call that going, call that on. Can it be that one day, off it goes on, that one day I simply stayed in, in where, instead of going out, in the old way, out to spend day and night as far away as possible, it wasn't far. Perhaps that is how it began. You think you are simply resting, the better to act when the time comes, or for no reason, and you soon find yourself powerless ever to do anything again. No matter how it happened. It, say it, not knowing what. Perhaps I simply assented at last to an old thing. But I did nothing. I seem to speak, it is not I, about me, it is not about me. These few general remarks to begin with. What am I to do, what shall I do, what should I do, in my situation, how proceed? By aporia pure and simple? Or by affirmations and negations invalidated as uttered, or sooner or later? Generally speaking. There must be other shifts. Otherwise it would be quite hopeless. But it is quite hopeless. I should mention before going any further, any further on, that I say aporia without knowing what it means.

Monday, April 12, 2010

lit terature

Friday, April 9, 2010

Πίσω από τη λέπτή σκιά μιας λεμονιάς
κάθησε σταυροπόδι ένα τζιτζίκι
είχε κάπως ζαλιστεί απο τη μυρωδία μιας τηγανιάς από πατάτες
που αναδύοταν απο γειτονικό

Θες να κάνουμε πόλεμο; με ρώτησες
εγώ κοιτούσα έξω από το παράθυρο
ένα κύριο με αδιάβροχα πέδιλα, που μου θύμιζαν
κάποια που είχα αγοράσει κάποτε εγώ,
να περνάει το ζέμπρα κρόσσινγκ

πέθανε ο μάλκομ μακλάρεν
μου είπες κοιτάζωντας με στα μάτια
καθώς ο αντώνης με κούρευε, λίγο
πριν κουρέψει και εσένα

αν η πάνκ είχε πατέρα
τον σκότωσε κάποια στιγμή;
είχε και μητέρα;
τί είναι ένας πίνακας χωρίς την κορνίζα του;