Comments & Greek artists: We understood the private catastrophe, The personal loss, the general misery...

Greek landscapes & Greek artists, modern Greek artists


Yannis Stavrou, Ships in Thessaloniki's Port, oil on canvas

How how can I ever return, to the soft quiet seasons?
Night stay with us, stop sun, hold season, let the day not come,
let the spring not come...

T. S. Eliot

Murder in the Cathedral

Chorus

Clean the air! clean the sky! wash the wind! take stone from stone and wash them.
The land is foul, the water is foul, our beasts and outselves are defiled with blood.
A rain of blood has blinded my eyes. Where is England?
where is Kent? where is Canterbury?
O far far far far in the past; and I wander in a land of barren boughs:
if I break them, they bleed; I wander in a land of dry stones:
if I touch them they bleed.
How how can I ever return, to the soft quiet seasons?
Night stay with us, stop sun, hold season, let the day not come,
let the spring not come.
Can I look at the day and its common things, and see them all smeared with blood,
through a curtain of falling blood?
We did not wish anything to happen.
We understood the private catastrophe,
The personal loss, the general misery,
Living and partly living;
The terror by night that ends in daily action,
The terror by day that ends in sleep;
But the talk in the market-place, the hand on the broom,
The night-time heaping of the ashes,
The fuel laid on the fire at daybreak,
These acts marked a limit to our suffering.
Every horror had its definition,
Every sorrow had a kind of end:
In life there is not time to grieve long.
But this, this is out of life, this is out of time,
An instant eternity of evil and wrong.
We are soiled by a filth that we cannot clean, united to
supernatural vermin,
It is not we alone, it is not the house, it is not the city that is
defiled,
But the world that is wholly foul.
Clean the air! clean the sky! wash the wind! take the stone
from the stone, take the skin from the arm, take the
muscle from the bone, and wash them. Wash the stone,
wash the bone, wash the brain, wash the soul, wash
them wash them!