Ulysses

Ulysses

(Happy Birthday, James Joyce!)

 Dear reader,

      I am quoting some random, but in my humble opinion, rather poetic expressions from ‘Ulysses’ that form, when put together, a very nice poem. James Joyce was undoubtedly a very good poet! In this poem, however, the originality lies more in the obviousness of the hidden poetic language that Joyce used in his novel. – No copyright infringement intended – Enjoy and I hope you like it! –

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A

 I

“ Widower of a widowed see…

Gaze in your omphalos.

Womb of sin.

In a Greek watercloset he breathed

his last: euthanasia.”

II

 “Veil orangeblossoms.

Wind of wild air of seeds

of brightness.

Blue dusk, nightfall,

deep blue night.

In the darkness of the dome

they wait…”

III

 “I see you. Lump of love.

Their blood is in me,

their lusts my waves.

Green eyes, I see you.

The sun is there, the slender trees,

the lemon houses.

Lascivious people.

Curled conquistadores.”

 

IV

Behold the handmaid
of the moon.
He comes, pale vampire,
through storm his eyes,

his bat sails bloodying
the sea, mouth to her
mouth’s kiss. Mouth to
her kiss.

Mouth to her womb.
Darkness shining in
the brightness, delta
of Cassiopeia, worlds.”

 

B

I

“ Poetical idea pink,

then golden, then grey,

then black. Metempsychosis?

 

A flower. I think it’s a. A yellow

flower with flattened petals.

Language of flowers. The cold

 

smell of sacred stone called him.”

 

II

“She trusts me, her hand gentle,

the longlashed eyes.

She,she,she. What she?

 

Touch me. Soft eyes.

I am lonely here.

I am quiet here alone.

Sad too. Touch, touch me.”

 

III

“Who watches me here?

Who ever anywhere will

read these written words?

You find my words dark.

Darkness in is our souls,

Do you not think?”

C

I

“Quest for the philosopher’s
stone. The alchemists.
That orangeflower.

Dwarf’s body, weak as putty…
Mistake of nature. A raindrop
spat on his hat. Heavenly

weather really. Wear the heart
out of stone, that. Temporary
insanity, of course,…”

II

“The room in the hotel with

hunting pictures.  Sunlight

through the slats of the Venetian

blinds.

Verdict: overdose.

Death by misadventure.

No more pain.

Nobody owns.”

III.

Fragments of shapes…,
white, sorrowful
After life’s journey.
It would be better to bury them
in red: a dark red.
In white silence: appealing.
Their eyes watched him.
Left him weeping I suppose.

 

IV

“Dark poplars, rare forms.

Pomp of death. Murder.

They love reading about it.

Coffin now. Funerals all over the world

everywhere every minute.

So much dead weight.”

Reference

Joyce, J. (2000) Ulysses. London: Penguin Classics.

 

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Leonardo

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Ζήλεψε η Νύξ την ομορφιά σου,
ψυχούλα μου, και έβαλε τον γιό της
 
τον Μορφέα να κλέψει
νυχτιάτικα την καρδιά σου.
 
Ο Φοβήτωρ και ο Φάντασος
μας εμπαίζουν το δίχως άλλο!
 
Ξύπνα Λεονάρδε, ξύπνα!
Ένα κακό όνειρο ήταν…

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Αφιερωμένο σ’αύτο το 32 χρονών χαμογελαστό μωρό που η ζωή του φέρθηκε τόσο άδικα!

Αστεροσχολείο

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Το σχολείο των αστεριών 

οπού φοιτεί το φεγγαράκι

συνοδευόμενο από ένα λυκάκι 

και από ένα αστεράκι.

 

Εκεί μαθαίνει πως να φέγγει 

το φεγγαράκι και υπό το λυκόφως του

πως να ουρλιάζει το λυκάκι! 

Φυσικά εκεί μαθαίνει πως να λάμπει

και το μικρό το αστεράκι! 

 

Μπούφος λέει ο δασκαλός τους

αφού υποστηρίζει φανατικά

ότι την σοφία μπορεί να την συναντήσει

κανείς μόνο στα σχολεία! 

 

Εκνευρισμένο λοιπόν το

φεγγαράκι κάνει κοπάνα, πάει στην

θάλασσα και βουτάει στο νεράκι! 

Φωτίζεται τότε η θάλασσα ολάκερη

 από την χαρά της που βλέπει το

 

φεγγαράκι, αλλά ουρλιάζει από τα νεύρα

του το λυκάκι διότι έμεινε

πίσω στο σχολειό να μελετάει

αστρονομία με το μικρό

το αστεράκι!

 

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Mis pensamientos

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Mis pensamientos están llenos de Lazarillo,

de Fortunata y Jacinta, de Don Quijote.

¡Mis pensamientos están llenos de NADA!

¿Que hago yo aquí perdida en una NIEBLA?

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Φωτιές

Στην χλωρίδα και την πανίδα της Ελλάδας μου.

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Και γίνανε τα σκυλιά στοιχειά

αφού δεν υπήρχε ούτε μια σπηλιά

για να κρυφτούν.



Η φλόγα τα κυνήγαγε από μακριά

και στο πέρασμα της έκαψε και μια

μηλιά!



Μιλιά δεν είχε απομείνει στην

έρμη την γριά που έβλεπε να καίγεται

από μακριά, η αγαπημένη της η καρυδιά!



Και μια κυρά που τριγυρνά

σαν φάντασμα στην γειτονιά

μπίγει τα νύχια της βαθειά στον

καμένο κορμό της άτυχης βελανιδιάς.



Ενώ κάτι μικρά περπατάγανε

στα τυφλά και δίπλα από την

καημένη λεμονιά που δεν μπορούσε

να βρει λίγη δροσιά αγκαλιαστήκανε

σφιχτά!



Καήκαν τα παιδιά μου, φονιά!

Φωνάζανε με δάκρυα στα μάτια

τα βουνά!



Τα θηλαστικά, τα πτηνά,

τα φυτά ακόμα και τα ερπετά

δικά μου ήτανε παιδιά!



Φωνάζαν τα βουνά.

Και συνέχισε να καίγεται ολάκερη η

πεδιάδα για έξι ακόμα δειλινά!

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Wonderland

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A daisy-chain
in a pool of tears.

Who Am I?
I have no idea,

I wondered,
as I was being drowned

in my own tears.

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Αιώνια γαλήνη

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Λουλούδια παντού. Μια ευωδιαστή

μυρωδιά αιωρείται πάνω από τους

αμπελώνες.



Το κελάηδισμα των πουλιών

κυριεύει την σιωπή,

μια αρμονική μελωδία

που γαληνεύει την ψυχή.



Μια σαύρα όμως λιάζεται

πάνω από τον τάφο του

και καθισμένη όπως είναι εκεί, πάνω από

την ταφόπλακα, μοιάζει σαν να

του ψιθυρίζει κάτι.



Πιο πέρα, ένα όμορφο σκυλάκι

βρίσκει καταφύγιο κάτω από την σκιά

των δέντρων και ξαπλωμένο στα σκαλοπάτια

της εκκλησιάς, αποκοιμιέται.



 

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What is life?

 

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Life is

 

an embracement of lilies.

It is a hungry goose.

 

It is a passionate kiss

to your lover.

 

It is to sing with

the unforgettable Melina.

 

It is a trip to ancient Vergina.

 

It is an enchantress night in a little

tavern with plenty of retsina.

 

It is a long walk with

coquette Christina.

 

It is sharing a coffee

with sophisticated Katerina.

 

It is to scold every nosy

parker till you silence them.

 

It is not having to eat

and faint from famine.

 

It is the absence of love.

 

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Τι είναι η ζωή;

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Η ζωή είναι ένα ποίημα.

 

Είναι μια αγκαλιά με κρίνα.

Είναι μια πεινασμένη χήνα.

 

Είναι ένα παθιασμένο φιλί στο αγόρι

σου δίπλα στο κύμα.

 

Είναι το να τραγουδάς

με την αξέχαστη Μελίνα.

 

Είναι ένα ταξιδάκι

στην αρχαία Βεργίνα.

 

Είναι μια νύχτα ξελογιάστρα σ’ένα

ταβερνάκι με μπόλικη ρετσίνα.

 

Είναι μια βόλτα με την

Χριστίνα την τσαχπίνα.

 

Είναι ένας καφές με την

σοφιστικέ την Κατερίνα.

 

Είναι το να τα χώνεις

στην κάθε παλιοκατίνα.

 

Είναι το να μην έχεις να φας

και να λιποθυμάς από την πείνα.

 

Είναι η απουσία αγάπης.

 

 

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Parole

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A Rosario

Tu dici: La lingua è il specchio della nostra società,

e hai ragione!

 

Neologismi, forestierismi, parole ed espressioni nuove,

minacciano la lingua degli angeli che cosi tanto ami.

 

Ma tu amore, ammiri Dante che è un onomaturgo!

Sei anche tu, un creatore di parole come lo fu Machiavelli

e Galileo prima di te!

 

La antilingua è l’abuso delle parole che

ti fa battere di più contro le banalità della lingua!

 

«Chi parla male, pensa male, e vive male. Bisogna

trovare le parole giuste: le parole sono importanti!»,

dici, e hai di nuovo ragione!

 

Pero io, mi sono persa dentro di politicamente corretto!

Quindi è giusto dire: L’amore è cieco?

 

L’uso delle parole rivela chi siamo, vero?

E tu sei una persona splendida, che non

 

vuole mai insultare o causare male a nessuno

e che vuole sempre, solo aiutare ai deboli,

come me!

 

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Mammals

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In my lifetime only

the four percent left is

wildlife!

 

Indigenous tribes sadly

did not thrive!

 

And my whole life is

full of negative vibes!

 

 

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