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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Comments & Greek artists, contemporary Greek artists: desire for pure and simple aesthetic moments...

Chinese poetry & Greek artists, modern Greek painters


Yannis Stavrou, Almond Trees, oil on canvas

Our desire for pure and simple aesthetic moments...

A travel to China's poetry...

Li Yu (937-978)

Last night the wind and rain together blew

Last night the wind and rain together blew,
The wall-curtains rustled in their autumn song.
The candle died, the water-clock was exhausted,
I rose and sat, but could not be at peace.
Man's affairs are like the flow of floodwater,
A life is just like floating in a dream.
I should more often go drunken through the country,
For otherwise I could not bear to live.

Outside the curtains the rain is murmering

Outside the curtains the rain is murmering,
And spring is waning,
Silk bedding cannot resist the fifth watch cold.
While in my dream, I forget I am a guest,
And covet pleasure!
I should not lean alone on these railings,
The land is unlimited;
It's easy to part- to meet again is hard.
Spring's gone like blossom fallen on flowing water,
My paradise too!


Liu Zongyuan (813-858)

Travelling on the Southern Valley Path to a Deserted Village on an Autumn Morning

The end of autumn- there's heavy frost and dew;
At dawn, I rise and go to the hidden valley.
Yellow leaves cover the stream and bridge,
In the empty village, just ancient trees.
Cold flowers are scattered, each alone,
The hidden stream breaks off, and reappears.
My own heart's plans are long forgotten now,
What can it be that startles the deer?


Meng Haoran (689-740)

Spring Dawn

I slumbered this spring morning, and missed the dawn,
From everywhere I heard the cry of birds.
That night the sound of wind and rain had come,
Who knows how many petals then had fallen?

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