Saturday, May 16, 2015

Louie CK season 5, episode 2, 'a la carte' (scatological)

Louie wants desperately to poo right at the time he is checking out at the super market in the company of his kids. At the moment he can no longer control his sphincter, he cries out with utter desperation to his daughters "run, go, i love you!" A little death in the streets of New York that ruthlessly denies him access to its toilets in order to free himself. His girlfriend, later, is constantly challenging his humor, that the severity of circumstances is not allowing him to 'pass' in order to defend himself and consequently, leaving him entirely impotent to do what is normally coming out of him on stage: be authentic. Constipation outside his natural environment..The pathetic young man who tries desperately to 'pass' his miserable truth as satire and asks from Louie for advise in late hours, takes up to his mentor's polite, evasive comment and relieves himself by becoming a tv star. Louie is constantly suppressing himself, keeping it in. Even in his 'ernest' relationship, in order not to be accounted as a romantic and lose the little that he has, even if it is not what he wants. Nothing comes out 'a la carte' for him. He can't always have what he wants, but at least he can have what he needs. Woody has possibly found his successor, whom he probably did not want, but he certainly did need. At last.

Ο Λούι θέλει να κάνει κακά του την ώρα που βρίσκεται στο ταμείο του σούπερ μάρκετ με τα παιδιά του. Τη στιγμή που δεν μπορεί πια να ελέγξει τον σφιγκτήρα του φωνάζει με ύστατη απελπισία στις κόρες του "τρέξτε, φύγετε, σας αγαπώ!" Ένας μικρός θάνατος στους δρόμους της σκληρής Νέας Υόρκης που αρνείται να τον φιλοξενήσει στα wc του, για να ελευθερωθεί. Η γκομενά του στη συνέχεια προκαλει συνέχεια το χιούμορ του, που η σοβαρότητα της κατάστασης του στερεί ολοσχερώς ως αμυντικό όπλο, καθιστώντας τον ανίκανο να κάνει αυτό που τόσο φυσικά 'του βγαίνει' επί σκηνής, να είναι αυθεντικός.  Η "δυσκοιλιότητα" εκτός φυσικού περιβάλλοντος... Ο περίλυπος νεαρός  που προσπαθεί να περάσει ως σάτυρα την θλιβερή του αλήθεια και ζητά από τον Λούι να τον συμβουλέψει τις μεταμεσονύχτιες ώρες, ακολουθεί την απελπισμένα  ευγενική υπεκφυγή του μέντορά του και στη συνέχεια γίνεται τηλεοπτικός σταρ. Ο Λούι καταπιέζει τον εαυτό του συνεχώς. 'Κρατιέται' Ακόμα και στην 'ειλικρινή' του σχέση, για να μη θεωρηθεί ρομαντικός και να μη χάσει αυτό που έχει, ακόμα κι αν δεν είναι αυτό που θα ήθελε. Τίποτα δεν του βγαίνει 'a la carte'. You can't have what you want, but you can have what you need, λέει και το τραγούδι. Μάλλον ο Woody βρήκε τον κληρονόμο του, που σίγουρα δεν ήθελε, αλλά πάραυτα χρειαζόταν. Επιτέλους.

Friday, May 15, 2015


Τhis is not happening. No matter what statistics say, I am sorry,
But I have only faith in my senses. How can numbers tell a true story?
And I know what I know, so it is not happening, their calculations
Are lies, fictitious distortions, control methods, monstrous manipulations.
Life is wonderful, with blue skies, sunsets and birds singing of beauty.
Nothing bad is happening but a magical reality and it is our duty
To say that everything's hunky dory and that our life suits us fine!
In my understanding their estimations don't count and hope is all mine
Numbers are made for car plates, pass-codes, sudoku and doorways.
Not for boats stuffed with souls floating Europeways.
That is just a miscalculation, misinformation, political extortion
Urban myth, non-government organizations' gross distortion.
The seas are clean, and ready for the holidays. I see no floating body,
I play with my children all the time at the beach, ask anybody!
What if Syria is in war? Seriously? All that is away from us,
We do not need to worry. We must have fun, regardless the alleged fuss.
Please do not rock my boat, i am comfortably numb in the midst of all I own
And do not need to know more than what lies beyond my lawn
I am stressed enough already with the monthly payments of my loan.
What if Africa is on dire straits? Each one better look after their own.
Birds are singing lovely tunes about this life of mine.
All is fine, all is fine and all is fine.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

βοήθειά μας

Ως αρχηγός κράτους και απόλυτος ηγέτης,
το ιερό διαμελισμένο σώμα ευλογεί τους ελπιδοφόρους απέλπιδες
διασχίζοντας τους σκοτεινούς διαδρόμους του Αγίου Σάββα
σε πέντε περίτεχνα σκαλισμένα κουτάκια, ευλαβικά τεμαχισμένο.
Πριν χίλια χρόνια οι πιστοί έτρωγαν τις ίδιες τις εικόνες.
Δραματική θρησκευτική πρόοδος ζωγραφίστηκε στο διάκενο.
Είναι συνετό να επινοείς εναλλακτικές μεθόδους στη χημειοθεραπεία,
εφόσον τα φάρμακα θα είναι πλέον πιο δυσεύρετα από τα λείψανα
και την ανθρώπινη απελπισία, που τα εξουσιοδοτεί (τα λείψανα) ως εφάμιλλη θεραπεία.
Γνωστή λαϊκή αηδός, ντυμένη με εορταστικά ρόζ-μπεμπε συμπληρώνει υπομονετικά
την άτακτη, καμπυλωτή ουρά, ως κοινή θνητή με τσάντα Λουί Βουιτόν του παρεμπορίου,
για να προσκηνήσει τα θαυματουργά -κατά το δοκούν- υπολείμματα.
Έξω, οι άπιστοι αμφισβητούν ακόμα και τον ήλιο και τις προθέσεις του.
Στην κεντρική πλατεία της πόλης, το βράδυ θα συρρεύσουν οι οπαδοί των ψυχοτρόπων
χοροπηδώντας διονυσιακά και ελπίζοντας στην αποποινικοποίησή τους.
Είναι αναπόφευκτο να απαιτείς εναλλακτικές μεθόδους στη θεραπεία του νηφάλιου λόγου,
εφόσον η κάθε σκέψη και λογικός συνειρμός πρέπει να διαμελίζονται ως νέο σκήνωμα,
για να διατηρούνται αρτιμελείς η ελπίδα και η πίστη, πάση θυσία.

Ας τεμαχίζουμε τα πτώματα θυμάτων
για να κρατάμε ακέραια την πίστη μας.
Ας τεμαχίζουμε μνήμες και ειρμούς
για να κρατάμε ακέραια την ελπίδα μας.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

that time

His few inches more that he brags
Are your few spare you abhor.
You can never be on the same page,
Let alone, the same shore.
And it is time now to be thrown on stage,
Under the judging sun and his dissecting rays
Revealing flabby tummy, varicose veins,
Cellulite, to the tiniest imperfection
-gravity unwilling to let you grow another direction.
Cause that is the way it is, I am afraid.
None cares how many of them you've laid,
Carried and breastfed. Irrelevant detail.
Put the skinny cloth that outlines your ripe peach
And pretend you are having loads of fun at the beach.
Lie down, lie still, do not breathe much,
And loathe the teenage girls swaying their tiny ass.
And when it is time for the heroic task
To cross the endless, hostile desert patch
-The barren land between your towel and the sea-
Make it snappy and make sure none will see.
Inhale deeply, hold breath, make your belly look thin,
Do not exhale before you are safely in.

It makes no difference if you know nobody.
Everyone is a self-acclaimed critic of your body.
Because it is this time and that's the way it is,
For women to be self-aware and never at ease.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

2h walk

 the neighborhood. With the patina of time (that is so much Roman and so utterly dignified) and the patchworks of different tones of terra-cotta. Always a terrazza on the top to remind you the one in 'La Grande Belezza". Do not look down though. There is garbage everywhere.

A beautiful, ten meter eucalyptus tree with a trunk as white as old bone, in the middle of one of the innumerable parks, also full of garbage. I will never forgive the Romans.

A classy local caffe that becomes the pitstop for caffeine and alcohol and a bite of something delicious. Hope is looking to you in the eye. Give him a bite and he will guard in return the area from trespassers. No? You can't blame a do for trying.

The bills that are too photogenic and they do not stop to amaze me. In Athens, a delicious sandwich, a beer and a coffee would cost double, at least. I will never forget the Greeks.

The painting that are on the ceilings of all the buildings, in the manner of Michelangelo. Some habits die last.

A little piazza from the beginning of 19th century that feels like a baroque hallucination in a Disneyland for grown ups. Real people live here. Really. They do.

Just another entrance of a four story apartment building. What's to see here?

Yes. Just like paintings, chandeliers overflow the houses and can be seen decorating the streets, everywhere.

Just another passageway, nothing to write home about.

A street market of all things old, new, artisan, second hand, edible. From white truffle paste, to hundred year old antique furniture, to the most amazing new hand-made suede bag I have ever seen in my lifetime. I left it behind with a pain in the heart.

An old, run-down villa hiding behind rich foliage, in the middle of an enormous public park. And as you think that it is nowadays uninhabited and abandoned, you notice curtains hanging on the open window and a table with four chairs placed in the middle of its overgrown garden. A scene from "Great Expectations" a la romana.

Arcadic gazebo, in the middle of a mystical park. The unicorn is late in yet another scene of lyrical overload.

An cunning old guy photo shooting an innocent young girl, or a photographer and his model at work.

'Dejeuner sur l' herbe', large scale. VERY large.

One block complex with gardens. Originally a nunnery, now a nunnery and an old people's home at the same time, where the nuns are practicing their ideals and are true to their beliefs. One would hope that this will give a nice idea to some greek orthodox counterparts in times of crisis.

All this and much more fit into a two hour walk in the city.  Maybe the most beautiful city in the world, whose beauty its permanent inhabitants seem to take so much for granted, that they do not think twice before filling the generous public spaces with trash.

P.S. Romans, except garbage bins, they also don't appear to use much their turn signals. Just so you know.

Thursday, April 23, 2015


Ένα σύμφωνο φαλτσέτα,
Άκρως επιθετικό και αιχμηρό,
Να καρφώνεται χωρίς μεταμέλεια.
Ένα αδιαπέραστο φράγμα στην
Ελεύθερη κυκλοφορία της μνήμης.
Σκέπη εκκλησίας που κουκουλώνει
Αναίσχυντες λειτουργίες.
Ένα σύμφωνο-συμφωνία που
Συνωμότες μυστικά κλείνουν
ερήμην μας
Για να διαλύει ό,τι δεν πρέπει να ξεχνιέται
και να μας στερεί όλα σε όσα πιστεύουμε.


Ο ήχος από τον πάγο που σπάει σε αλλεπάληλα, άναρθρα 'κρακ'
παραπέμπει σε κόκκαλα που τσακίζονται υπό της πίεση μέγγενης.
Η μεγαλύτερη θερμοκρασία του υγρού φλερτάρει με τον ψυχρό όγκο
που αναπόφευκτα υποκύπτει στις ρωγμές του
και παραδίδεται διασπώμενος σε μικρότερα νησιά που
αποχαιρετούν το ένα το άλλο καθώς απομακρύνονται
προς τα φυγόκεντρα ταξίδια της μοίρας τους,
ενόσω η στάθμη της θάλασσας ανεβαίνει ανεπαίσθητα
κάτω από την ήρεμη επιφάνεια.

Ο Θεός, βυθισμένος σε πολυθρόνα τσέστερφιλντ
απολαμβάνει με κλειστά μάτια τους ήχους του requiem,
ενώ χώνει τον δείκτη του νωχελικά μέσα σε χαμηλό ποτήρι μπακαρά
για να ανακατέψει τα παγάκια της βότκας των 40 βαθμών
και να συνοδέψει τη μουσική με τα αυτοσχέδια, κρυστάλλινα κρουστά,
σιγοτραγουδώντας φάλτσα.

The sound of ice cracking in consecutive consonants
relates to bones breaking under extreme pressure.
The higher temperature of liquid flirts with the frozen mass
that unavoidably succumbs to its fractures
and gives in to its dismemberment into small islands 
that wave farewell to each other as they part
for their lonely centrifugal journeys,
while the sea stirs and expands gradually
under the calm surface.

God, sank into his Chesterfield armchair
enjoying with eyes closed the melody of requiem,
as he dips his index finger lazily into the low
Baccarat glass, stirring the ice of his 40o gin
to accompany the music with the crystalline
percussion sounds and his out of tune humming.


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