Κυριακή 19 Αυγούστου 2012

Tα μαύρα πρόβατα

"Tο δωμάτιο ήταν επιπλωμένο με τον τρόπο που οι καθηγητές κι οι εκπαιδευτικοί επιπλώνουν τα σπίτια τους, δηλαδή κάτι ανάμεσα στο ΙΚΕΑ και το Σέτεσνταλ. Ο Ασμπιερνσεν και ο Μόε (το νορβηγικό αντίστοιχο των αδελφών Γκριμ) σε σκηνοθεσία Ινγκμαρ Μπέργκμαν. Εντοιχισμένα ράφια σε λευκό χρώμα, έπιπλα από λευκό ξύλο, χειροποίητη ταπισερί στον τοίχο, μια συλλογή δίσκων από την εποχή της νιότης τους και μια επιλογή βιβλίων για τα γεράματά τους". (σελ 113-114)



"Επρόκειτο για έναν ισχυρό άντρα, και όχι μόνο μεταφορικά. τα χαρακτηριστικά του ήταν έντονα, παρόλο που η ευμάρεια και οι ακριβές διατροφικές συνήθειες είχαν αποθέσει στον λαιμό του ένα τέτοιο στρώμα λίπους που το δυνατό του κεφάλι έμοιαζε να αναπαύεται πάνω σε κάποιο μαξιλαράκι στο χρώμα της σάρκας." (σελ148)



Γκούναρ Στόλεσεν, Τα μαύρα πρόβατα, εκδ. Πόλις
Stolesen

Παρασκευή 17 Αυγούστου 2012

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Το 1929 ο 19χρονος τότε Νίκος Καββαδίας γράφει το ποίημα "Αγαπάω"

Ἀγαπάω τ᾿ ὅτι θλιμμένο στὸν κόσμο.

Τὰ θολὰ τὰ ματάκια, τοὺς ἀρρώστους ἀνθρώπους,

τὰ ξερὰ γυμνὰ δέντρα καὶ τὰ ἔρημα πάρκα,

τὶς νεκρὲς πολιτεῖες, τοὺς τρισκότεινους τόπους.

Τοὺς σκυφτοὺς ὁδοιπόρους ποὺ μ᾿ ἕνα δισάκι

γιὰ μία πολιτεία μακρυνὴ ξεκινᾶνε,

τοὺς τυφλοὺς μουσικοὺς τῶν πολύβουων δρόμων,

τοὺς φτωχούς, τοὺς ἀλῆτες, αὐτοὺς ποὺ πεινᾶνε.

Τὰ χλωμὰ τὰ κορίτσια ποὺ πάντα προσμένουν

τὸν ἱππότην ποὺ εἶδαν μία βραδιὰ στ᾿ ὄνειρό τους,

νὰ φανῇ ἀπ᾿ τὰ βάθη τοῦ ἀπέραντου δρόμου.

Τοὺς κοιμώμενους κύκνους πάνω στ᾿ ἀσπρόφτερό τους.

Τὰ καράβια ποὺ φεύγουν γιὰ καινούρια ταξίδια

καὶ δὲν ξέρουν καλὰ -ἂν ποτὲ θὰ γυρίσουν πίσω

ἀγαπάω, καὶ θά ῾θελα μαζί τους νὰ πάω

κι οὔτε πιὰ νὰ γυρίσω.

Ἀγαπάω τὶς κλαμμένες ὡραῖες γυναῖκες

ποὺ κυττᾶνε μακριά,ποὺ κυττᾶνε θλιμμένα ...

ἀγαπάω σὲ τοῦτον τὸν κόσμο -ὅ,τι κλαίει

γιατὶ μοιάζει μ᾿ ἐμένα.

Πέμπτη 9 Αυγούστου 2012

The waves

THE sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following each other, pursuing each other, perpetually.

As they neared the shore each bar rose, heaped itself, broke and swept a thin veil of white water across the sand. The wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously. Gradually the dark bar on the horizon became clear as if the sediment in an old wine-bottle had sunk and left the glass green. Behind it, too, the sky cleared as if the white sediment there had sunk, or as if the arm of a woman couched beneath the horizon had raised a lamp and flat bars of white, green and yellow, spread across the sky like the blades of a fan. Then she raised her lamp higher and the air seemed to become fibrous and to tear away from the green surface flickering and flaming in red and yellow fibres like the smoky fire that roars from a bonfire. Gradually the fibres of the burning bonfire were fused into one haze, one incandescence which lifted the weight of the woollen grey sky on top of it and turned it to a million atoms of soft blue. The surface of the sea slowly became transparent and lay rippling and sparkling until the dark stripes were almost rubbed out. Slowly the arm that held the lamp raised it higher and then higher until a broad flame became visible; an arc of fire burnt on the rim of the horizon, and all round it the sea blazed gold.

The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpened the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a blue fingerprint of shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.
 



THE sun rose higher. Blue waves, green waves swept a quick fan over the beach, circling the spike of sea-holly and leaving shallow pools of light here and there on the sand. A faint black rim was left behind them. The rocks which had been misty and soft hardened and were marked with red clefts.

Sharp stripes of shadow lay on the grass, and the dew dancing on the tips of the flowers and leaves made the garden like a mosaic of single sparks not yet formed into one whole. The birds, whose breasts were specked canary and rose, now sang a strain or two together, wildly, like skaters rollicking arm-in- arm, and were suddenly silent, breaking asunder.

The sun laid broader blades upon the house. The light touched something green in the window corner and made it a lump of emerald, a cave of pure green like stoneless fruit. It sharpened the edges of chairs and tables and stitched white table-cloths with fine gold wires. As the light increased a bud here and there split asunder and shook out flowers, green veined and quivering, as if the effort of opening had set them rocking, and pealing a faint carillon as they beat their frail clappers against their white walls. Everything b came softly amorphous, as if the china of the plate flowed and the steel of the knife were liquid. Meanwhile the concussion of the waves breaking fell with muffled thuds, like logs falling, on the shore. 


 

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