Moderator’s comment: The reader (and/or perhaps, writer) is kindly instructed to sashay over to Cinquor's PDF Corral where our Noble Rider Huuk probably picked up his misguided, asinine idea of trying to harness the sound of words. I tell you if Stevens were alive, he’d be kicking some bad ass and picking up the insurance benefits to boot!
Even after so much travail (over 10,000 km under his saddle and still going strong), the question remains unanswered: Has he the write, will he prevail? Perhaps he will but alas, alas my dark knight, to what avail?
(Hint: Make his quest easier. Send in your answers to his giveaway poetry contest before the 31st of December 2011 deadline—without fail. Who knows? You may be getting his card ……..eh, that should be book……in the mail!)
It’s a time of gifts and as there is no Saint Nick
over here in charge of distributing them (we have our own Saint Basil who does
this job quite nicely on January 1st) and since yours truly is named
after him, I’ve decided to spread some cheer in the midst of all this dire talk
of impending Hellenic bankruptcy. Here’s the deal (please don’t beware of
Greeks bearing gifts)—I’m going to give away two autographed copies of my first
book Sentences (only 300 copies were published)to the first two
people who can answer the following question:
What was my first girlfriend’s name?
Hint (but not much of one): It’s not of Greek origin.
All entrants can enter only one name and they cannot
enter more than once; if by the end of the contest (12.00 midnight December 31st,
Greek time) there are no winners (or only one), the names of the remaining
participants will be put into a Mexican straw hat (idea courtesy of William
Michaelian) and on the evening of January 1st, 2012, the soberest
guest at my name day party will be asked to draw the first two (or one) names out
of the hat. A photograph commemorating the occasion will be taken and duly published
on my blog together with the names of the lucky, soon-to-be well-heeled winners,
as a signed copy of Sentences is now
selling online at over $35 (just think of all the things you could buy for that
very special person if it were 1950 and you were six years old).
Please send your guesses to firstname.lastname@example.org together
with your snail mail addresses—good luck (unless you’re psychic or have a pint-sized sphinx in your pocket, you’re going
to need it)!
UPDATE: 12/23/11. Hey, guess what--I don't expect anyone to guess the right answer--all you have to do is send in any crazy name to enter. So let's send in those entries!
Moderator’s comments: Not having heard from Huuk for ages (so to speak), I thought he’d finally shot his wad. Just goes to show you shouldn’t count geezers out—not even after you think they’ve wheezed their pathetic last.
The sea, the sea, who will be able to drain it dry? —George Seferis, from “Mythistorema”
In this small house On the bluff that is being Inexorably eaten away In front of the large bay windows That let in the light, Pray your eyes take in As much as they can Before running out and down To the strand, your hands cupped Round your ears so you can hear clearly The world’s beckoning, inexhaustible