little fuzzy black "trees" and termites are as-we-speak growing in and eating up the priceless papers. notes, journals, correspondences. photos, mss drafts, & et ceteras that are in non-acid-free boxes (14 of them) archived in my too leaky, humid shed ....
I'm tellin' y'all now ... RIGHT NOW, that I ain't leaving this Paradise until I get even my 1972 Okeanos Rhoos safely into this comp-yout-her [computer] so's I can unconditional, and finally write a poem or draw an image of She &kiss her ass goodbye
(meanwhile, the all-knowing Doctor Doom says that I have 20-30 more years to go so, I better take these little $33 a pill pills daily to make sure that I reach my 100 th birthday !
then i can say:
" all these cute girls.... my muses.... I'm tired of them" and roll my head away"
Speaking of papers, notes, journals etc., Bob Lax had his one-room house on Patmos full of books and boxes bursting with little memo tablets full of his poems when Eleni and I visited him in 1994; if I remember correctly, he told us some university students were to archive and upload everything onto a computer—a herculean task but I think most of what Bob wrote has been saved. BTW, since I’m a few years younger than your eminence, before you roll your head away from all those cute little girls—your muses—roll them my way. One’s never too old for one more shot of inspirational gratification.
I have Robert Graves’ two-volume edition of The Greek Myths stashed somewhere in my library and could spend an enjoyable hour or two browsing for it but in this day and age of cyber-myths, everybody Googles!
(hey: this google "thing" really works ! No wonder the world's Kulcher is "in the toilette"... everyone is privy (no pun intended) to the same frikin information and use the same tools ...
you got an e-mail address.... not that I have much to say: however these blog-dialogues (suck) .
Ah,
ReplyDeletethe genius of Heraclitus: yes, my friend,
the last time is always the last time
I tend
ReplyDeletetowards
finding
lost
things
in the
last
place
that I
look
Thanks, friends.
ReplyDeleteBefore writing this, I had in mind a dear friend and poet about my age who was told a few weeks back he had a few more months to live.
It's always moving, until it stops.
ReplyDeleteThe spin cycles getting narrower, tighter...
No graceful way to step off the carousel, for all the lies the living invent to console themselves.
("S/He passed peacefully, in her/his sleep..." And that will have been the first time it ever happened.)
My condolences to you and friends, Vassilis...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Conrad.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Vassilis. One would hope to grieve for the world, but there's always the other way, the turning away, as with Williams' grandmother:
ReplyDeleteWhat are all those
fuzzy looking things out there?
Trees? Well, I'm tired
of them and rolled her head away.
One would rather depart like Blake, singing one's songs in a state of ecstasy....
Billy Blake went out in a blaze of fire wheareas it seems as if the good doc's grandma got tired of trying to tell the forest from the trees.
ReplyDeletelittle fuzzy black "trees"
ReplyDeleteand termites are as-we-speak
growing in and eating up
the priceless papers. notes, journals,
correspondences. photos, mss drafts,
& et ceteras that are in non-acid-free
boxes (14 of them) archived in my too
leaky, humid shed ....
I'm tellin' y'all now ... RIGHT NOW,
that
I ain't leaving this Paradise
until I get even
my 1972 Okeanos Rhoos safely into this
comp-yout-her [computer]
so's I can unconditional, and finally
write a poem or draw an image of
She
&kiss her ass goodbye
(meanwhile, the all-knowing Doctor Doom
says that I have 20-30 more years to go
so, I better take these little $33 a pill pills
daily
to make sure that I reach my 100 th birthday !
then i can say:
" all these cute girls.... my muses....
I'm tired of them" and roll my head away"
Speaking of papers, notes, journals etc., Bob Lax had his one-room house on Patmos full of books and boxes bursting with little memo tablets full of his poems when Eleni and I visited him in 1994; if I remember correctly, he told us some university students were to archive and upload everything onto a computer—a herculean task but I think most of what Bob wrote has been saved.
ReplyDeleteBTW, since I’m a few years younger than your eminence, before you roll your head away from all those cute little girls—your muses—roll them my way. One’s never too old for one more shot of inspirational gratification.
before a cute grad-student gets to my "stuff" the worms and bugs will have eaten the archives.... and me !
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it is all that I can do to roll my eyes and/or pee strait....
as for my last muse ?
here-in are some images of her
as I saw her.... (
http://www.moriapoetry.com/bakerebook.pdf
......)
the print version has the images/art in B/W
on the e-book thing.... color .....
as far as I know
Moria's total print-run sold out.
sorry that I didn't track dow Bob Lax when I was in Greece and near him
however.
I did [ other things ] with ..... what's her name ?
That old harpy, Ed?
ReplyDeletenot an Harpy but, rather a Shrike as here:
ReplyDeletehttp://edbaker.maikosoft.com/shrike/1.html
"shrike" has a good sound to just-what-she-was
and after this bird impales it s prey the victim
(as well as the she-victor) lets out an horrific s h r i e k !
then, just as an Harpy does... feasts on the carcuss ....
what was that horrific bird in Greek Mythology ? and her story ?
I have Robert Graves’ two-volume edition of The Greek Myths stashed somewhere in my library and could spend an enjoyable hour or two browsing for it but in this day and age of cyber-myths,
ReplyDeleteeverybody Googles!
yeah... but I found the Stymphalion Birds...
ReplyDeleteand thought that an Harpy was / is a Bald Eagle....
http://www.theoi.com/Ther/OrnithesStymphalides.html
(hey: this google "thing" really works ! No wonder the world's Kulcher is "in the toilette"...
everyone is privy (no pun intended) to the same frikin information and use the same tools ...
you got an e-mail address.... not that I have much to say: however these blog-dialogues (suck) .