Buchholz, Λεπτές Ισορροπίες

Η ανταμοιβή

Κομμάτια δυνατής ζάλης στα όνειρα των παιδιών
κολαστήρια μαρτύρων στα υπόγεια της νύχτας
το φεγγάρι καρφώθηκε στην αγκαλιά της θάλασσας
κι εκλιπαρεί τις λαιμητόμους, έφτασε η ανταμοιβή
οι φαύλοι ξεπλύναν τα χέρια τους με χρυσάφι
και το τραγούδι των δέντρων κοιμήθηκε στη σιωπή του.

Τώρα που μιλώ υπάρχουν πληγές, υπάρχουν πόνοι
τραυματισμένα χρόνια μ’ επιδέσμους και ιώδιο
αδιαφορία για τις πτέρυγες των φυλακών
που φιλοξενούν τ’ απολωλότα σώματα των ανηλίκων
ματιές δειλές, τριαντάφυλλα παραδομένα στην ξηρασία
κίτρινα χαρτιά να τυλίγουν κάτι πονηρά σχέδια
ένας ουρανοξύστης που δεν ξέρει γιατί πρέπει να υπάρχει.

*Από την ενότητα “Η πανοπλία της μοναξιάς” που περιλαμβάνεται στη συλλογή “Ο σκοπευτής της μνήμης”, Εκδόσεις “Στοχαστής”, Αθήνα 2013.

***

Το βάθος

Είδα πολλούς ανθρώπους απ’ το βάθος τους.
Όπως είναι πραγματικά
φανερώνονται μόνο όταν απελπίζονται,
τότε επιδίδονται σε μοναχικούς περιπάτους
μπροστά από αστραφτερές βιτρίνες
που σε καλούν να τις επισκεφτείς από κοντά.
Μετά πηγαίνεις σπίτι
κι ακουμπάς τα νεύρα σου στο τραπέζι.
Τα πλένεις, τα σκουπίζεις και τα ξαναφοράς
σαν να ήταν ρούχα που ποτέ δεν παλιώνουν
ενώ εσύ παλιώνεις
κάθε φορά που ζητάς εξηγήσεις από τις βιτρίνες.

Πολλών ειδών άνθρωποι γυρεύουν συντροφιά.
Μην απατάσαι όταν τους βλέπεις να γελούν:
στην ουσία εξοντώνονται
από τις συνεχείς μυικές συσπάσεις
στο βάθος του πυρήνα τους.
Απομένει να δείχνεις κατανόηση…

*Από τη συλλογή “Ανάπηροι δρομείς”, Εκδόσεις “Στοχαστής”, Αθήνα 2012.



Τόσοι άγγελοι πληγωμένοι

κι εγώ τούς βλέπω να ματώνουν.

Τους λέω όμορφα λόγια πού και πού

κι ύστερα τούς βλέπω, να ματώνουν.



Δεν δένω τις πληγές τους.

Οι άγγελοι νομίζουν θα τις δέσω (όμορφα λόγια)

μα το δέρμα τους με καίει από το Φως και



το αίμα που κυλά

θυμίζει το δικό μου.



Παίρνω ένα μολύβι. Ένα τετράδιο.

Και περιγράφω τις πληγές τους.

Γράφω για τις πληγές τους. Ενώ το αίμα τρέχει·

οι άγγελοι έχουν χάσει το χρώμα τους τώρα, κι εγώ περιγράφω.



Γι’ αυτό, ξέρω τι να περιμένω όταν.

Θα καίγομαι για πάντα.


Θεέ μου, έχεις ξεκινήσει ήδη.

*Για περισσότερα ποιήματα του Αλέξη Αντωνόπουλου εισκεφθείτε την ιστοσελίδα του στο http://www.alexantonopoulos.com

Μαύρα λάβαρα στον άνεμο
βαμμένα με αίμα και ήλιο.
Μαύρα λάβαρα στον ήλιο
ουρλιαχτό δόξας στον άνεμο!

Χρειάζεται να επιστρέψουμε στις ρίζες.
Να πιούμε νερό απ’ τις αρχαίες πηγές!…

Χρειάζεται να επιστρέψουμε στον ηρωικό αναρχισμό, στο ατομικό, βίαιο, αλόγιστο, ποιητικό, αποκεντρωτικό θράσος…

Και χρειάζεται να επιστρέψουμε με κάθε κομμάτι του σύγχρονού μας ενστίκτου, κάθε κομμάτι της νέας μας αντίληψης για τη ζωή και την ομορφιά, κάθε κομμάτι του υγιούς και συνειδητού πεσιμισμού μας, που δεν είναι παραίτηση ή αδυναμία αλλά ανθισμένο λουλούδι της πληθωρικής ζωής. Είμαστε οι αληθινοί μηδενιστές της πραγματικότητας και οι πνευματικοί κατασκευαστές των ιδεατών κόσμων.

Είμαστε καταστροφικοί φιλόσοφοι και δημιουργικοί ποιητές.

Περπατάμε μες στη νύχτα
μ’ έναν ήλιο στο τσερβέλο·
και με πυρωμένα μάτια
δύο πελώρια χρυσά αστέρια.
Περπατάμε…

II.

Κάμποσα χρόνια πριν, όλοι οι βασιλείς της γης κι όλοι οι τύραννοι του κόσμου
διέσχισαν το κατώφλι του χρόνου και (γυρνώντας την πλάτη στην αυγή) κάλεσαν
(διά βοής) τα φαντάσματα του παρελθόντος: του πιο ζοφερού παρελθόντος!

Οι φωνές των τυράννων και των βασιλέων ενώθηκαν ακόμα και με τις βραχνές
φωνές όλων των μεγάλων σπαγκοραμμένων του πνεύματος, της τέχνης, της
σκέψης και της ιδέας! Κι απ’ τις φωνές των τυράννων, των βασιλιάδων και των σπαγκοραμμένων, φαντάσματα και πνεύματα σηκώθηκαν απ’ τους τάφους τους
κι ήρθαν να χορέψουνε ανάμεσά μας…

Το «κράτος», η «φυλή», η «πατρίδα» γίναν τα μακάβρια σύννεφα που ’καναν έφοδο στους ουρανούς, απειλητικά φαντάσματα που κρύψανε τον ήλιο· που μας πετάξαν πίσω στη σκοτεινή νύχτα των μακρινών μεσαιωνικών καιρών…

By Nikos Fotakis*

A collection of modern Greek poetry, aptly named Austerity Measures, proves a well-known truth: that great art can emerge from hard times. The book’s editor offers her insight on the anthology and recalls discovering the Greek language on the streets of Melbourne

It’s been six years since Greece got under the international spotlight, claiming centre stage as the worst possible example of a debt ridden country, brought to its knees by a combination of state corruption, overspending, neo-liberal dogmatism and the effects of the Global Financial Crisis. Struggling with high unemployment, harsh austerity, rising inequality and regressive taxation, the country has seen its middle class all but crushed and almost every sector gasping for air. One thing seems to be thriving, though.

After the initial shock, the Arts industry – the term becoming more and more ironic, as the sector has never been more deprived of funding – has been fighting back, responding to the ongoing crisis with creativity. Dissecting the greek psyche, the output of artists, writers, musicians and poets, offers valuable insight to the effect of the imposition of austerity on the social fabric, thus proving to be a much more useful tool of understanding what has been going on in Greece, than any analysis of a financial think tank could offer.

Karen Van Dyck seems to share this view. The Kimon A. Doukas Professor of Modern Greek Literature in the Classics Department at Columbia University where she directs the Program in Hellenic Studies and teaches courses on Modern Greek,Greek Diaspora literature, translation and gender, has recently edited a magnificent collection aptly named Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry (Penguin UK).

“When there is less to go around, people fight, grab, get tough. Lately, Greece and the Balkans have been living with more than their share of less”, she writes on the collection’s introduction, only to add: “Poetry, though, is one thing there is more of. Much more. Poets writing graffiti on walls, poets reading in public squares, theatres and empty lots, poets performing in slams, chanting slogans, and singing songs at rallies, poets blogging and posting on the internet, poets teaming up with artists and musicians, teaching workshops to school children and migrants. In all of the misery and mess, new poetry is everywhere, too large and various a body of writing to fit neatly on either side of any ideological rift”.

“GREECE EXCEEDS THE BOUNDARIES OF A NATION STATE”

It is this kind of poetry that she collected in the book. Poems that come from a whole range of different outlets and backgrounds; writings by established poets are presented next to the wordplay of rappers and non-Greek names are common fare in the book, in a striking display of heterogeneity one would normally not associate with Greece.

“I decided to organize the anthology around where poetry happens, rather than alphabetically, chronologically or thematically”, she says, explaining how the collection came to be. “This, I felt, would give the English-speaking reader a better sense of the poetry’s reach and diversity. It is happening everywhere; not just in literary magazines, but in DIY blogs, in theaters, abandoned lots, cafes, in villages on the borders, outside Greece… Also this approach allowed me to introduce poets who weren’t already known in the regular literary circles”, she adds.

How representative of modern Greek culture is the outcome, in her opinion? “Well, the answer to that is as varied as the poetry included”, she answers, giving some examples of the poets featured in the book. “Jazra Khaleed sees his poetry as a way of practicing politics. It’s not from the printers, he says, but from the mines. Doukas Kapandais thinks it has nothing at all to do with politics. Elena Penga is more East Greenwich Village than Salonican. The only thing they all agree on is that Greece exceeds the geographical and linguistic boundaries of a nation state. It is not representative in the traditional sense of political representation. And no, not really in the literary sense of mimesis either. To represent something, don’t you have to believe there is something fixed to represent? For these poets contemporary Greece, like the fox in Katerina Iliopoulou’s poem, is what exceeds definition. It’s what you chase after, not what you catch.”

“POETRY CAN TELL US SOMETHING THE NEWS CAN’T”

A philhellene in the truest sense of the word, Karen Van Dyck is one of the scholars who can claim to have a deep understanding of Greek poetry, as it evolved throughout the ages. Yet, she herself was surprised by some of the work she came across, while working on “Austerity Measures”, allowing her to draw some interesting conclusions on the state of Greek poetry.
“I was most surprised to find that many poets were bridging prose and poetry in their writing”, she says. “There was a new storytelling component that recalled the folk song tradition and ballads like “The Bridge of Arta,” but also spoke to contemporary international literary trends like flash fiction. I was also struck by the complete reinvention of the fifteen-syllable line, the political verse, as it is called. Yannis Efthymiades stretches it out to 27 syllables in his masterful meditation on a man falling from the World Trade Center. These poets seem fearless formally. Open to everything. Maybe it has to do with the fact that they feel there’s nothing to lose.”

The feeling of “nothing to lose” can be liberating, especially in times of oppression. Karen Van Dyck knows it all too well, being one of the world’s leading authorities of Greek poetry of the Dictatorship era, which she analyzed in her book Kassandra and the Censors: Greek Poetry since 1967 and collected in her anthology The Rehearsal of Misunderstanding Although she’s reluctant to compare the Crisis to the Junta (as many in Greece do), she can definitely see some similarities, at least in terms of the role of poetry as socio-political commentary. “”During the Dictatorship, poets, especially women, used the lessons of censorship to their own ends. Elliptical, parological, and full of ambiguity, their poetry told us that nothing can be taken at face value”, she explains. “Again, in recent years, poets, especially women, drawing on the work of poets from the generation of the ’70s such as Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke and Jenny Mastoraki, have turned to dreams and myth to rewrite the difficult times. This is particularly evident in the poets who write for Farmakon (ed. Note: “φρμκ” is a bi-annual literary magazine) such as Phoebe Giannisi, Anna Griva, Katerina Iliopoulou, and Eftychia Panayiotou, but also Yiannis Efthymiades and Yiannis Stiggas. The similarity between these two different historical moments lies in the sense that poetry can tell us something that the news and politicians can’t. The difference, I think, is what poets now take for granted: everything is at their fingertips through the internet; the Greek language includes so many hybrid forms – Gringlish, Gralbanian, Grurkish; Greekness is something borderless, nomadic, and the Greek literary tradition is not a necessary education for a Greek poet. Arabic feminism or Code Poetry might be equally useful.”

DISCOVERING GREEK IN AUSTRALIA

This approach should come as no surprise, given the way Karen Van Dyck’s ongoing interest in Greek language began. “From an early age I lived in cities with very strong Greek Diaspora communities – Melbourne, London, New York, and most recently Istanbul”, she says. “I was always fascinated by the Greek alphabet and language. In 1974, I remember travelling back and forth on the train from my home in South Melbourne, where my father had a parish, to PLC, the Presbyterian Ladies College. Going to an Australian private school rather than an American public school, wearing a uniform, even down to blue hair ribbons, eating pavlova and meat pies… Everything was new, but it was the anti-junta graffiti of the Greek immigrants that became my passion. I wanted to know what they were saying. It was a way of identifying with the foreignness I felt. A way of learning how to decipher it. At PLC I took Russian hoping that would help, but I didn’t find all the letters I was looking for. The ‘ξ’, for example, was missing. The long road to realizing the letters were Greek and then mastering this other language made it all the more rewarding. Only much later, writing my book on poetry under and after the Dictatorship, did I finally understand the urgency and politics I had sensed in the writing on the walls”. What kind of impact did these anti-junta scribblings on the walls of Melbourne would have on a young American expatriate?
“It made me want to know how words and politics were related”, she attests. “It made me cautious of generalizations. It taught me that if you want to understand the larger picture, you need to figure out the specifics. It also made me think from the position of the in-between, the translator. Though not officially a part of the Diaspora, not Greek by birth, I am Greek by work and experience. My constant struggle to think about Greek in the context of other cultures and languages, my decision to raise my three sons in Greek and to teach Greek literature and translation outside Greece have all meant that my take on the world is closer to that of a C. P. Cavafy, Olga Broumas or Antigone Kefala”.

This take on the world was influenced by much more than language, of course: “I remember wondering why each wave of migrants took out their frustrations on the next”, she says. “Fights would break out at the Foster’s brewery, where the parents of the kids in the South Melbourne parish worked. How to imagine forms of tolerance that don’t erase history? How to think through the eyes of the underdog even after one has achieved a middle-class status? Australia taught me that to be minor, and to stay minor, is a major accomplishment”.

*This article published in the English section of Neos Cosmos in Melbourne, Saturday, 11 June 2016.