It looks apparent that Europe is trying to change the present government structure from the sudden, without any regard for their democracy, to balance the market loss of the last decades. The situation in Spain is looking pathetic to the eyes of the world spectators, seeing such a poor way of government handling people's protest. A country considered by many as a First World one. A country where the basic human rights and political rights to protest is now being considered and named terrorism. Let me now ask, what is terrorism really? Is this word becoming the present fashion for government to name witches? Are we going to burn witches now? As we did in our primitive times of puritanism and cleric aristocratical interests.
I can see the powerful people losing millions and private banks. And the reason for this problem is said to be because of the socialist structure of Europe, the public healthcare especially and the people who suck the money from the government for living on benefits. The people are having too much from the market share it seems.
I can see the problems in the British public healthcare indeed: where the immunity and accommodation of the (powerful) work-positions is becoming a snowball of mediocrity and corruption. Where the "poor" and/or immigrant people in lower positions, like care assistants for example, are treated with disregard and prejudice. Mostly when the same "poor" and immigrant people are more efficient and intelligent than the mediocre people in power; these low people are paid with suffering for such an offense to their mind health.
In regards to benefit, I also can see the problem. Where people from high medium class live on benefits from the government when they really don't need it.
We live still in a world of mass marketing and ideologies like the one tested for the first time by Fascism, Nazism, Communism propaganda and Coca-Cola. However at present, it is not only a world of harmless product selling marketing that surrounds us, as we think, but also a marketing for country market position and status. UK is not anymore what it used to be, and it may sound funny, but a James Bond film: Skyfall acknowledges that very well.
I don't know what is to come, but I must admit I feel myself a spectator of a Europe breaking down, and not to rise for a long time. Unfortunate times to the Northern hemisphere. I hope I'm wrong though.
Karinna A. Gulias
15 November 2012
24 October 2012
1 October 2012
Letanía de la Noche - by Emilio Prados
Noche,
rosa negra
con estambres
de estrellas.
Noche,
tintero de poetas.
Noche,
parra embrujada.
Noche,
colmena abierta.
Noche,
nido de garzas.
Noche,
manzana hueca.
Colcha de desposadas!
Noche,
jardín de adormideras.
Noche,
libro sin hojas.
Noche,
diván de leyendas.
Noche,
estanque de mil ranas.
Noche,
abanico de rueda.
Noche,
catedral sin campanas.
Noche,
reloj sin esfera.
Piel del día al revés!
Noche,
escenario de sueños.
Noche,
del día aldaba.
Noche,
borrón del tiempo.
Noche,
remanso de las lágrimas.
Noche,
poema fijo.
Noche,
águila hipnotizada.
Noche,
plátano demasiado maduro.
Torre de una sola ventana!
Noche,
balcón cerrado.
Noche,
libro olvidado
sobre la playa.
Noche,
capuchón de la tierra.
Noche,
amante de las aguas.
Noche,
almendra encubierta.
Noche,
troje de miradas.
Quiero entrar en tu huerto,
noche,
adormece a tus guardas,
apaga la linterna de la luna,
encierra tus arañas
y dile al búho que me guíe
por tu espesa enramada.
Noche,
puente de espectros.
Noche,
jaula de luceros.
Noche,
dalia marchita.
Noche,
esposa del desierto...
___
Poem from the book Tiempo (1925)
rosa negra
con estambres
de estrellas.
Noche,
tintero de poetas.
Noche,
parra embrujada.
Noche,
colmena abierta.
Noche,
nido de garzas.
Noche,
manzana hueca.
Colcha de desposadas!
Noche,
jardín de adormideras.
Noche,
libro sin hojas.
Noche,
diván de leyendas.
Noche,
estanque de mil ranas.
Noche,
abanico de rueda.
Noche,
catedral sin campanas.
Noche,
reloj sin esfera.
Piel del día al revés!
Noche,
escenario de sueños.
Noche,
del día aldaba.
Noche,
borrón del tiempo.
Noche,
remanso de las lágrimas.
Noche,
poema fijo.
Noche,
águila hipnotizada.
Noche,
plátano demasiado maduro.
Torre de una sola ventana!
Noche,
balcón cerrado.
Noche,
libro olvidado
sobre la playa.
Noche,
capuchón de la tierra.
Noche,
amante de las aguas.
Noche,
almendra encubierta.
Noche,
troje de miradas.
Quiero entrar en tu huerto,
noche,
adormece a tus guardas,
apaga la linterna de la luna,
encierra tus arañas
y dile al búho que me guíe
por tu espesa enramada.
Noche,
puente de espectros.
Noche,
jaula de luceros.
Noche,
dalia marchita.
Noche,
esposa del desierto...
___
Poem from the book Tiempo (1925)
11 September 2012
Fleet Foxes
Just to let you know I will be away for one or two weeks before posting something new.
See you.
K.A.G.
23 July 2012
INDOORS THE SOUP
standing
Karinna A. Gulias (2012) - poem from the new book
The dust waiting in the
backstage
All friends gather
outside in disguise
Your memory sings mistakes like unapproachable
conquering
Illusions… songs of that blind guitar
Oppressive swallow
Your throat is sore of
dreams
The chords play
moving dust
All to a waste of towers
in time
The landscape dry and
infertile
The stars don’t shine
without your knowledge
I can't store knowledge
I lose memory of your lipsKarinna A. Gulias (2012) - poem from the new book
28 May 2012
15 May 2012
Fragments - Sylvia Plath
"I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?"
"I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
Scorched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires.
Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek."...
"I'm incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strange of branches? --"
-Elm from Ariel
"A smile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!
And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?
Such pure leaps and spirals --
Surely they travel
The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift
Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleep, lilies, lilies.
Their flesh bears no relation
Cold folds of ego, the calla,
And the tiger, embellishing itself --
Spots, and a spread of hot petals.
The comets
Have such a space to cross,
Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off --
Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling
Through the black amnesia of heaven.
Why am I given
These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes
Six-sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair
Touching and melting
Nowhere."
- The Night Dances, from Ariel
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?"
"I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
Scorched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires.
Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek."...
"I'm incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strange of branches? --"
-Elm from Ariel
"A smile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!
And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?
Such pure leaps and spirals --
Surely they travel
The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift
Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleep, lilies, lilies.
Their flesh bears no relation
Cold folds of ego, the calla,
And the tiger, embellishing itself --
Spots, and a spread of hot petals.
The comets
Have such a space to cross,
Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off --
Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling
Through the black amnesia of heaven.
Why am I given
These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes
Six-sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair
Touching and melting
Nowhere."
- The Night Dances, from Ariel
9 April 2012
5 April 2012
Choir
Ground pectorophony:
Girls’ and boys’ enduring chant
Heard during earth auscultation
The giant awakens
Non-silence aesthetics of space
The polyhedron of death:
Duality
And the lady
Maria born - the syllables were
Waves waves waves
And even knowing her name the ancestors misunderstood her origin
For she and her plural are the stone of the dead
Light, the ears and the eyes of silence
Prisms and Anti-prisms whose thoughts brought us thoughts
And thinking and the word
Girls and boys awake the giant
And elusive feathers
Fall from the sky
Once more to name polyhedra.
Karinna A. Gulias
Girls’ and boys’ enduring chant
Heard during earth auscultation
The giant awakens
Non-silence aesthetics of space
The polyhedron of death:
Duality
And the lady
Maria born - the syllables were
Waves waves waves
And even knowing her name the ancestors misunderstood her origin
For she and her plural are the stone of the dead
Light, the ears and the eyes of silence
Prisms and Anti-prisms whose thoughts brought us thoughts
And thinking and the word
Girls and boys awake the giant
And elusive feathers
Fall from the sky
Once more to name polyhedra.
Karinna A. Gulias
1 March 2012
25 February 2012
Ricordare
Ricordare - Ennio Morricone
Lyrics: "Remembering remembering is like dying a little bit now you know it because everything comes around even if you don't want to and forgetting and forgetting is harder now you know it is harder if you want to start over remembering remembering like a dive into the sea remembering remembering what must be erased and forgetting and forgetting is how you lose dear things and forgetting and forgetting rare joys will end and forgetting and forgetting is how you lose dear things."
14 February 2012
11 February 2012
Breath fragments
Wind
After breathing,
one only focuses on one's breath.
Eternally, wind breaths water and makes a third of no mirror.
Jolie
Her life took the breath of reading one book.
Her loss took the time of concentrating on her breath.
All the land is extension of her young and tired feet.
Population of feet
Silence
and danger of mountains.
Silk style of water
over-flowing to find trees and stones.
K.A.Gulias
After breathing,
one only focuses on one's breath.
Eternally, wind breaths water and makes a third of no mirror.
Jolie
Her life took the breath of reading one book.
Her loss took the time of concentrating on her breath.
All the land is extension of her young and tired feet.
Population of feet
Silence
and danger of mountains.
Silk style of water
over-flowing to find trees and stones.
K.A.Gulias
8 February 2012
Relief thoughts
The worst executioner is the kindest of them.
In our present society, goodness and peace are misunderstood. That's how the powerful minority enslave the majority of people, who thinking of peace allows their now "owners" to get into their lives and privacy as if it is very natural. These faceless executioners create a group and are generous and kind to make people more and more dependent on them. To be attached financially, by debit, is the worst fate that one can be dragged into. It's a silent slavery, where the apparent politeness and kindness are the fetters in our feet. Peace is not mute, unchangeable and neither kind nor unkind. Peace is not bringing more people to your group of trust. In peace there is no trust (so no one takes advantage of another), and in the endurance of no-trust we all trust each other.
Learning how to be kind to be unkind.
K.A.Gulias
In our present society, goodness and peace are misunderstood. That's how the powerful minority enslave the majority of people, who thinking of peace allows their now "owners" to get into their lives and privacy as if it is very natural. These faceless executioners create a group and are generous and kind to make people more and more dependent on them. To be attached financially, by debit, is the worst fate that one can be dragged into. It's a silent slavery, where the apparent politeness and kindness are the fetters in our feet. Peace is not mute, unchangeable and neither kind nor unkind. Peace is not bringing more people to your group of trust. In peace there is no trust (so no one takes advantage of another), and in the endurance of no-trust we all trust each other.
Learning how to be kind to be unkind.
K.A.Gulias
4 February 2012
Trains
[System of steel]
Score of
steel; not of bones.
For each
life, an instrument of immortality:
duty.
Fragment translated from my book Maria da Graça, Terra dos nomes perdidos.
K.A.Gulias
26 January 2012
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