how beautiful the small neighbourhoods of our memories

of tomorrow, of tomorrow

a post of great value [leopoldina breathes again]

Do you want to write in greek when you use Internet Explorer?

DON'T YOU EVER INSTALL THE GOOGLE TOOLBAR ; it will fuck up your greek.

[I just solved the problem today, after one month... I want EACH single greek speaking person to get warned for that!]

2 links 1 art-exhibition & THE last ride

Me + future athens = love forever

Through the personal jigsaw puzzle of memories a new city has arrised.
Millions of habitants, multiplied millions of memories, millions of cities.

There is no objective Athens; only subjective puzzles.

The one that I choose is hidden in the narrow streets on the back side of Syntagma square
- small shops of sugar, paper, lamps or tissues
raises up the head on the moonlight of August under Acropolis' rock
- frozen Gordon's Space and long nights
wanders around at Plaka with the red and yellow flowers in spring
- first rendez-vous, "apanemia" and music-boxes
hovers above Lycabettus and down to the port of Pireaus
- nice concerts of adolescence in summer nights
runs smoothly on Ardittos hill behind the ancient Stadium
- lonely afternoons and walkman-jogging
gets sunk in Vouliagmeni's lake
- warm sunsets with the reflections on the water
but dreams on the seaside of Faliron
- long rides singing loudly through the open windows

FUTURistic ATHENS [photography exhibition of Dimitris Tsoumblekas] is even more while expressing the need of overcoming the anxiety of the obvious gap between NOSTALGY and ANTICIPATION, between TRADITION and MODERNIZATION, between the SYMBOLS and the QUOTIDIENS. "His current work is more to do with the heritage of the Olympics, and the self- fulfilling prophecy of a city preoccupied with its change, like the heroine of a novel. The city's dream is to change in the most complicated and unexpected ways, while remaining familiar and true ".

Homecoming

Homecoming is hearing the mother tongue: my native language
encircling me like ripples in reverse.

Homecoming is seeing the sky the colour I expect it to be.

Homecoming is the thrill of everything old and familiar - streets
and buildings - still in their place as if I' d never left.

Homecoming is the ineffable joy of seeing loved ones again - relishing, as
if for the first time, the nuances of their every
gesture, the intricate contours of their beloved faces.

Homecoming presses wherever we have been, far away
into another world, flattened and somehow unreal.

Homecoming is fitting back into my old skin.

Homecoming is renewal.

Sophie Knezic, Paris, 2002.

The comeback

"μα υπάρχω ακόμα, είμαι ακόμα εδώ..."

We are getting back from the no-land
slowly and it takes time

The Dream, the Printer and I

- bis bald

(in [between) us]

"Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain."

William Faulkner

"Je pense donc je suis" cette semaine

Elle ne dort pas cette semaine.
Elle oublie de manger.
Elle ne marche du tout.
Seulement elle travaille
- elle n' a pas le temps d' aspirer, de voir, de parler, d' écouter.

Elle a sa liberté mais elle n' a pas de temps.

La seule pensée qui la persuade par rapport á son existense
est seulement celle de Descartes: "Je pense donc je suis".
Puisque ce JE qui pense doit exister

- ou non?

That is to be said that DreamPrinter will only dream this week - but not print...

Εις το επαναγράφειν.

Alternative egoism

"When you were born, you were crying
and everyone around you was smiling.
live your life so at the end,
you're the one who is smiling
and everyone around you is crying."

[Fragment from a chain-email that was fwded to me]

So it is what Rolling Stones have already said in another way:

"When you laugh, I just cry - [when you left, I just died]"?

I will be waiting for the day that I' ll be already over me for I laugh when you do so and I cry with your sorrow. Only that day I will have beat my egoism.