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Showing posts with label modern Greek painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label modern Greek painting. Show all posts

Monday, December 28, 2015

Farewell - Happy New Year 2016...

and bid her farewell, the Greece you are losing...
Happy New Year 2016...


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Yannis Stavrou, Acropolis landscape 1970, oil on canvas

Constantinos Cavafy

The god forsakes Antony

When suddenly, at the midnight hour,
an invisible troupe is heard passing
with exquisite music, with shouts --
your fortune that fails you now, your works
that have failed, the plans of your life
that have all turned out to be illusions, do not mourn in vain.
As if long prepared, as if courageous,
bid her farewell, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all do not be fooled, do not tell yourself
it was a dream, that your ears deceived you;
do not stoop to such vain hopes.
As if long prepared, as if courageous,
as it becomes you who have been worthy of such a city,
approach the window with firm step,
and with emotion, but not
with the entreaties and complaints of the coward,
as a last enjoyment listen to the sounds,
the exquisite instruments of the mystical troupe,
and bid her farewell, the Alexandria you are losing.

((C) George Barbanis)

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 Cavafy, one of the most prominent Greek poets, was born on April 29, 1863 and died on the same date in 1933 in Alexandria (Egypt). Here's a short biographical note by the poet himself:

I am from Constantinople by descent, but I was born in Alexandria -- at a house on Seriph Street; I left very young, and spent much of my childhood in England. Subsequently I visited this country as an adult, but for a short period of time. I have also lived in France. During my adolescence I lived over two years in Constantinople. It has been many years since I last visited Greece.

My last employment was as a clerk at a government office under the Ministry of Public Works of Egypt. I know English, French, and a little Italian.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Comments & Greek artists, modern Greek artists: Oedipus' child Descends into the loveless dust...

William Butler Yeats

From The 'Antigone'

Overcome -- O bitter sweetness,
Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl --
The rich man and his affairs,
The fat flocks and the fields' fatness,
Mariners, rough harvesters;
Overcome Gods upon Parnassus;

Overcome the Empyrean; hurl
Heaven and Earth out of their places,
That in the Same calamity
Brother and brother, friend and friend,
Family and family,
City and city may contend,
By that great glory driven wild.

Pray I will and sing I must,
And yet I weep -- Oedipus' child
Descends into the loveless dust.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Comments & Greek artists, modern Greek artists: They placed him there where the wind blows most wild...

Greek poets & Greek artists, Greek painters, modern Greek painting


Yannis Stavrou, Change of Night Patrol, oil on canvas

there’ll be a suspicion of sea
and, from above, in a now terrifying darkness
a white bird will recite my songs...

Miltos Sachtouris

The Poet

When they find me on the cross of my death
the sky around will have reddened far beyond
there’ll be a suspicion of sea
and, from above, in a now terrifying darkness
a white bird will recite my songs.

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Miltos Sachtouris (1919-2005)

The Canary

They placed him there where the wind blows most wild
they pledged him to the bitter frosts
they gave him a black garment
and a red tie
a sun pierced with a nail that would drip
black glasses
blood on top of the poison
a staff
and a canary
they placed him there where pain springs
they gave him to death
that he’d shine of silver

The Saint

He stared deep
deep
into the well
its depth
had no end
in this life

the flesh peeled off
and fell bit by bit
soon nothing would remain
but his skeleton

I’ve decided - he said -
I’ve finally decided
I’ll live among the drowned
and among the lepers