"I
taste a liquor never brewed from Tankards scooped in Pearl"
*.
The Wristbands of Annika
Dickinson's verse she understood well. " ..."I taste a liquor never brewed from Tankards scooped in Pearl" *.
" The problem is to know the language without the alphabet," she whispered, "this is my problem." She took a deep breath and tried to find some coolness among the pillows. She felt numb, as if burned by fever, but got up and went to the island commode. On the marble top of the commode candles were burning every night before the Icon of the Apocalypse. E. had brought it to her from Patmos. From the window the smell was coming from the embers, imperceptibly, "in the north will be worse," she thought.. the sky was stuffy and dull from the smoke of the wood fire that burned all night. She touched the marble, "and if the soul is to know itself it must look into a soul. The stranger and the enemy we faced in the mirror," she uttered looking at her idol in the mirror. "What craftsman, carved roses in the walnut commode, I wonder what colour were his eyes?".
In a village beside the Nile, was the book she read as a little girl, a book with blue cover and faintly boats in the distance with open sails, "On the long way," was the title, Julia Davaras was the writer and one of the little girls was Annika with her gold bracelets.They had to cut the gold of the wristbands, to pay for debts when her family lost everything in the “Borsa', in the stock house in Cairo. From all the heroines in the book she most liked Annika. They did not open (the wristbands), not closed. Hoops massif, in the dark hands and they sounded in every move. Greek, not Egyptian. “I am black but comely, oh you daughters of Jerusalem”.In the book.. You were about 8 years old when you read it.. And everyone in the family wondered why you read this book, not exactly a book “for children”. And how you liked to dance simultaneously and holding the book in one hand swirling in the garden as led by an invisible hand, then jumping on the pear tree, on the T shape formed by three low branches to keep on reading. "The flame heals the other flame, "she continued. Say, a part of the alphabet are the bracelets of Annika. A vowel is the Little Areti, in Elytis poem. Another vowel is "You're responsible for anyone you tame" in Exypery. ....-I need something like ... ..the Rosetta Stone ... To compare this language to the other, to find the translation. No, "she continued saying over and over," this language has light and shade , is not like the others. What can hieroglyphics do... . people will decipher the Phaistos disc easier than the language you speak. "
Embers like the ones she smelled at the "Xenia hotel", on Poros .In the balcony with your Indian silk in cream and little flowers washed by the sea, reaching the sea.. And just opposite, Galini ("Peace" ) the house where George Seferis wrote “The Thrush” hidden into the ivy.. Ivy is certainly a consonant!! Or a consonant cluster? "But how can you come to a place you passed so many years ...." - But I'm looking for the script, I want to answer, but I stay silent and smile. It's time for silence.. You lean your head back, your eyes half-closed, like Anna Karenina shortly before the disaster.
My homeland is burning, my homeland is dissolved, and decryption is slow, and this July, this August, this April I realized that it is not about decryption, it is about composition.... Yes, I have not changed, vulnerable I was,vulnerable I remained , so I want to be, like the sea, to echo and to retire as the unquenchable flame of Santorini Marios Spiliopoulos in Theonymia - Aeschylus, yes, with crimson carpets, so, with my red nails, so ... .. "-" Who can now extinguish the archipelagos,, red, red, and you're suddenly at Mycenae,naked, with water drops flowing down your body, and the eyes no longer half closed but wide open and you shake your hair and your shoulders free at last and discover that the vowel is the key, it is “a”. 'AFI” (touching) it is touching and feeling and you swirl again running toward the alder of your childhood garden that no longer exists, the wristbands of Annika round both your wrists, but not gold rings, they are bracelets but not just bracelets, they are moments, conversations, timbres, mother of pearl, topaz, agate, amber, turquoise, “kallaiti” Theophrastus called it in antiquity , hematite, ears of Venus, lava of Santorini, gifts from the sea and from the heart of the city that you love so, and you do not ever take them off, not even when sleeping ...
* First line of the first stanza of the poem by Emily Dickinson
The Wristbands of Annika
Dickinson's verse she understood well. " ..."I taste a liquor never brewed from Tankards scooped in Pearl" *.
" The problem is to know the language without the alphabet," she whispered, "this is my problem." She took a deep breath and tried to find some coolness among the pillows. She felt numb, as if burned by fever, but got up and went to the island commode. On the marble top of the commode candles were burning every night before the Icon of the Apocalypse. E. had brought it to her from Patmos. From the window the smell was coming from the embers, imperceptibly, "in the north will be worse," she thought.. the sky was stuffy and dull from the smoke of the wood fire that burned all night. She touched the marble, "and if the soul is to know itself it must look into a soul. The stranger and the enemy we faced in the mirror," she uttered looking at her idol in the mirror. "What craftsman, carved roses in the walnut commode, I wonder what colour were his eyes?".
In a village beside the Nile, was the book she read as a little girl, a book with blue cover and faintly boats in the distance with open sails, "On the long way," was the title, Julia Davaras was the writer and one of the little girls was Annika with her gold bracelets.They had to cut the gold of the wristbands, to pay for debts when her family lost everything in the “Borsa', in the stock house in Cairo. From all the heroines in the book she most liked Annika. They did not open (the wristbands), not closed. Hoops massif, in the dark hands and they sounded in every move. Greek, not Egyptian. “I am black but comely, oh you daughters of Jerusalem”.In the book.. You were about 8 years old when you read it.. And everyone in the family wondered why you read this book, not exactly a book “for children”. And how you liked to dance simultaneously and holding the book in one hand swirling in the garden as led by an invisible hand, then jumping on the pear tree, on the T shape formed by three low branches to keep on reading. "The flame heals the other flame, "she continued. Say, a part of the alphabet are the bracelets of Annika. A vowel is the Little Areti, in Elytis poem. Another vowel is "You're responsible for anyone you tame" in Exypery. ....-I need something like ... ..the Rosetta Stone ... To compare this language to the other, to find the translation. No, "she continued saying over and over," this language has light and shade , is not like the others. What can hieroglyphics do... . people will decipher the Phaistos disc easier than the language you speak. "
Embers like the ones she smelled at the "Xenia hotel", on Poros .In the balcony with your Indian silk in cream and little flowers washed by the sea, reaching the sea.. And just opposite, Galini ("Peace" ) the house where George Seferis wrote “The Thrush” hidden into the ivy.. Ivy is certainly a consonant!! Or a consonant cluster? "But how can you come to a place you passed so many years ...." - But I'm looking for the script, I want to answer, but I stay silent and smile. It's time for silence.. You lean your head back, your eyes half-closed, like Anna Karenina shortly before the disaster.
My homeland is burning, my homeland is dissolved, and decryption is slow, and this July, this August, this April I realized that it is not about decryption, it is about composition.... Yes, I have not changed, vulnerable I was,vulnerable I remained , so I want to be, like the sea, to echo and to retire as the unquenchable flame of Santorini Marios Spiliopoulos in Theonymia - Aeschylus, yes, with crimson carpets, so, with my red nails, so ... .. "-" Who can now extinguish the archipelagos,, red, red, and you're suddenly at Mycenae,naked, with water drops flowing down your body, and the eyes no longer half closed but wide open and you shake your hair and your shoulders free at last and discover that the vowel is the key, it is “a”. 'AFI” (touching) it is touching and feeling and you swirl again running toward the alder of your childhood garden that no longer exists, the wristbands of Annika round both your wrists, but not gold rings, they are bracelets but not just bracelets, they are moments, conversations, timbres, mother of pearl, topaz, agate, amber, turquoise, “kallaiti” Theophrastus called it in antiquity , hematite, ears of Venus, lava of Santorini, gifts from the sea and from the heart of the city that you love so, and you do not ever take them off, not even when sleeping ...
* First line of the first stanza of the poem by Emily Dickinson
