DOGS DON'T BARK IN FRANCE | SCULPTURE
by Artemis Chrysostomidou
Publisher: To Rodakio
Number of pages: 112
After the war,
the eyes of the ancient statues
should have tears carved all over them;
with no pretense of sorrow ever touching them,
whereas beauty is deeply hurt.
THE METAPHYSICS OF SCULPTURE
Nothing more to seize
than the defeat of the material.
Everybody is an alternate reality.
A silent composition of eternity.
the freedom of proofless.
GARE DE L’EST
We are the obviation of the creation’s rhythm;
So much unrecognized beauty
And the sky discloses gray over our bodies.
Trees in array. Armies of aligned trees.
A man among the logs photographs the trains.
A symphonic orchestra of naked deciduous trees
Un, deux, trois
The valleys are filled with violins.
Simone Weil, what is the maximum speed of an image?
I hear the sounds of the universe
How can I convey the outside-inside,
the joys and the anguishes of the world
«Where is He? In His absence»
NO LACK OF GLORY
So many words that we don’t know and never won’t;
an everyday try to learn some more
in order to fill our present with sympathy.
Forgive me my love, I’m limited by my lack.
No lack of Glory!
UNE ROBE ABRI
Les oiseaux se cachent dans les plis sculptés de sa robe.
Une robe abri.
Elle sent l’odeur de la liberté, oh!
La proclamation de la volupté!
Une robe abri.
Dead will always have the majority.
Is there any private property?
Death is a common property.
THERE IS A WHOLE WORLD INTO HER UTERUS
Extended A! and Oh! And Let’s go change skin!
And Oh, the Promised Land, the firs sprout in high altitude!
Yes, that’s what she would like to say to her, nested in her hair,
seeing that she would not find peace beyond the familiar shrubby stretch.
GRIEF UNITES US
JOY IS AN EREMITE