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Eλένη Αρτεμίου Φωτιάδου

2ος ΄Επαινος Διηγήματος στο 12ο Λογοτεχνικό Διαγωνισμό της Εταιρείας Τεχνών, Επιστήμης και Πολιτισμού Κερατσινίου . 2012

To δωμάτιο μικρό, μικρότερο απ’ ό,τι συνήθως. Λες και χαμήλωνε το ταβάνι απειλητικά πάνω απ’ την ανήσυχη σκέψη του. Σηκώθηκε απ΄το κρεβάτι όμοια με παιδί που ξυπνά αλαφιασμένο από όνειρο κακό. Γύρω του σκορπισμένα άδεια τενεκεδάκια μπίρας, πρόβαλλαν σαν μικρό ναρκοπέδιο στον ασταθή βηματισμό του. Ξανακάθισε βαρύς στο στενό, γυμνό από σεντόνια κρεβάτι. Απέναντί του το ψυγείο με την πόρτα ορθάνοιχτη, άδειο κι αυτό, προκαλούσε την πείνα και τη δίψα του.

΄Εψαξε νευρικά στις τσέπες του παντελονιού του. Δυο τρία τσαλακωμένα χαρτομάντιλα κι ένας σπασμένος αναπτήρας όλη κι όλη η συγκομιδή του.

Shetland Elegy

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The wind had a memory,
It told me of things that had never been said,
Storms of history, ancient runes, broken, dismembered,
Then thrown into my face in spume.   ‘Saat.’
The sickle edged moon etched,
Acid formed in the backdrop of my world.

The Atlantic sea,
Stripped my flesh to the bone.
No caul to protect my boat.
‘Saat’ is my flavour.
Sharp wind drowns the shore
I cannot stand anymore
Boat stalks broken,
Cold bed of fishes.
‘Midden nakit’ – stark naked
I endure the darts of death throes.

From Dusk to Dawn

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Poetry & Prose (Essay) by N.N. Trakakis – 2012

“FROM DUSK TO DAWN”
Poetry and essay collection by N.N. Trakakis, 2012 edition

At Diasporic Literature Spot, being a literary website, from time to time we receive books from established as well as aspiring writers. I would say that in most cases these books can be a hassle to read and an even bigger problem to write about. However there are those certain books, by certain emerging or inspiring and aspiring writers that we feel privileged to receive, to hold in our hand and to read deepest thoughts in creamy or white colour pages. These specific books are the reason why Diasporic Literature is in existence.

Thinking and Destiny

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Dr Dimitri Karalis

In my early youth, I became aware of the effect of thinking upon human destiny. I was wondering though, why parents, schools and societies were not aware of this vital issue. How is it possible I was asking myself, such a conspicuous effect of the mind upon our life to remain entirely unnoticeable?

Nothing in life arrives by luck or accident without first being planted by our own thoughts and deeds? Wealth, poverty, happiness, unhappiness, success, failure and what else, are all part of our thinking process. We become what our thoughts and deeds are -and harvesting exactly what we have planted there. Good luck, co-incidence and external opportunities for success in life, are only random voices of ignorance and superstition. They resemble the hooting of the owls in the night, which only the daylight will calm and silence.

Aged Soothsayer of Olympia

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Joseph Josephides

This is not Cassandra’s crying ‘Troy is being subjugated,
nor is it Tiresias howling ‘alas, what an ugly destiny for Theba.

It’s the aged soothsayer who foresees misfortunes,
speechless he talks with the rivers of his deep wrinkles,
his warping body, his breathless chest that sink in his ribs,
his fingers that heave his cheeks while mourning. Trice alas…
his unchanging glance forebodes us the rumble thunder,
the unsuspected heavy sea in the gasping of the calm.

About Friendship

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Dr Dimitri-Karalis

‘Honest friendship is a better choice than emotional love for a steady diet, says an American thinker. Suspicion, jealousy, prejudice, and strife follow in the wake of passionate love; and disgrace murder and suicide lurk just around the corner from where lovers cooing like mating pigeons. Emotional love is a matter of proximity; it makes demands, asks for proofs and wants frequent reassurance. Friendship seeks no ownership –it only hopes to serve, and it grows by giving even from a distance. Unfortunately, this does not apply the same with passionate love. Love bestows only that it may receive, and a one-sided passion turns to hate in a night, and then demands vengeance as its right and proportion. Friendship asks no foolish vows, it is strong in absence and most loyal when needed. It lends ballast to life and gives steadily to every venture’.

Χαμένη Φωτοσύνθεση

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Ελένη Αρτεμίου Φωτιάδου

Μονόχρωμες, πολύβουες οι μάσκες
Τα χαμόγελα πλαστικά
Κατάλοιπα λες αισθητικών επεμβάσεων
Κάτω από νυστέρια επιτήδευσης
Τα λόγια απλώνονται σαν δίκτυα
Ν’ αλώσουν τη στερνή σοδειά απ΄τα γεννήματα του χρόνου μας
Κι ένας φόβος ίδιο με φίδι που ζυγώνει τις Εύες των καιρών
Υπόσχεται απ΄το δέντρο του απαγορευμένου εαυτού
Τη θεοποίηση της πιο φτηνής μας σάρκας