Poetic Movements

Tonight something goes before it comes, tonight the waterfront seizes my sight. I’ve called and asked for you in the empty house in that void city. Smoked wood the atmosphere mixed and so full of light. Sleep escapes me for there’s a new routine to what has come to be world exposed on a dock without you. Invasive bright blinds left to be drops searing the lips; so many thousand goodbyes. March 2018, Samothraki. *song by Iron & Wine. Photograph: sun coming up at 5pm, Dundee.

Ομίχλη αντί για ξημέρωμα ψηλά και μακριά απ’ την σκέψη κρατιέσαι. Τι πειράζει αν νυχτώσει ξανά πριν ο ήλιος περάσει το φεγγάρι; Τι πειράζει · εγώ θα σου μιλώ σα να ‘ναι όλα τ’ άλλα ψέματα. Γλυκιά μελαγχολία αλλιώτικη πριν ξεχυθούμε στ’ αρωματισμένα κλαδιά αναβάτες του ήλιου. Μάρτιος 2018, Σαμοθράκη. Φωτογραφία: 9 Μαρτίου 2018, ηλιοβασίλεμα - Σαμοθράκη.

In bright mornings my consciousness dives into white patches stardom or a ceiling. All this talk its untidy waves of cloth and satin scattered across the wood. I ask myself what this world will be like in thousand years to come. The smoked stars from underneath; the seven seas resisting land; the little problems that people fear as beasts; belittled causes of some anxiety infinitely escaping desires for cosmopolitanism. In thousand days to find to count one per one to count the stars to be predictable, pedestrian and to be called picturesque by hazy eyes. In theory all starts as settled and ends in compromise. 4 March 2018, fieldwork in Samothraki .