DEMETRIOS CAPETANAKIS
ABEL
My brother Cain, the wounded, liked to sit
Brushing my shoulder, by the staring water
Of life, or death, in cinemas half-lit
By scenes of peace that always turned to slaughter.
He liked to talk to me. His eager voice
Whispered the puzzle of his bleeding thirst,
Or prayed me not to make my final choise
Unless we had a chat about it first.
And then he chose the final pain for me.
I do not blame his nature: he' s my brother;
Nor what you call the times: our love was free,
Would be the same at any time; but rather
The ageless ambiguity of things
Which makes our life mean death, our love be hate.
My blood that streams across the bedroom sings:
''I' m my brother opening the gate!''
DEMETRIOS CAPETANAKIS (1912-1944)
from THE ISLES OF GREECE AND OTHER POEMS
DENISE HARVEY & COMPANY, 1981
ABEL
My brother Cain, the wounded, liked to sit
Brushing my shoulder, by the staring water
Of life, or death, in cinemas half-lit
By scenes of peace that always turned to slaughter.
He liked to talk to me. His eager voice
Whispered the puzzle of his bleeding thirst,
Or prayed me not to make my final choise
Unless we had a chat about it first.
And then he chose the final pain for me.
I do not blame his nature: he' s my brother;
Nor what you call the times: our love was free,
Would be the same at any time; but rather
The ageless ambiguity of things
Which makes our life mean death, our love be hate.
My blood that streams across the bedroom sings:
''I' m my brother opening the gate!''
DEMETRIOS CAPETANAKIS (1912-1944)
from THE ISLES OF GREECE AND OTHER POEMS
DENISE HARVEY & COMPANY, 1981
4 commentaires:
Locus solus, se sugxairw gia ta gnhsia aisthhmata -kai th vatheia gnwsh- pou prodidei h proswpikh sou anthologia!
(Sxetika me thn phgh, pros dieukolunsh twn filwn mas: Ta poihmata tou Kapetanakh vriskontai k a i sthn epanekdosh ths "Muthologias tou wraiou" mazi me alla dokimia).
Ti megalo talento htan autos o anthrwpos, pws xathhkan merikoi apo tous kaluterous twn grammatwn mas "etsi neoi, sxedon paidia"! Twra vevaia, h skepsh tou einai mesa sto klima ths dekaetias tou 30 (mathhths tou Kanelopoulou kat'arxas, ktl.). Fantasou oti pethane 32 xronw, kai, an den me apata h mnhmh mou, prolave na diavasei th Recherche tou Proust 14 fores!
Ksereis ena apo ta prwta keimena tou, pou to dhmosieuse sto "Arxeio Filosofias kai Thewrias twn Episthmwn" gurw sta 20-21 tou xronia upo ton titlo "Apo ton agwna tou psuxikws monou"? Pisteuw oti ekei vriskontai hdh polla stoixeia ths skepshs kai ths poihshs tou se spermatikh morfh, akoma kai anafores se suggrafeis pou ton shmadepsan - hdh Proust! Fantasou, sthn Ellada twn arxwn ths dekaetias tou 30!
@ callimachus
Ευχαριστώ για τα καλά σου, περί του γούστου μου, λόγια. Όσο για τον Capetanakis δεν θα συμφωνήσω με τον διθύραμβο σου. Ένα ταλέντο ήταν - άλλου κόσμου, προπολεμικού!-
e basta...
Kathe allo para dithuramvos htan to sxolio mou, file locus solus (prvl. thn diatupwsh "Twra vevaia, ...").
O D.K. anhke s' ena reuma pou den mou einai idiaitera sumpathes, wstoso h glwsssikh tou kalliergeia kai h eurwpaikou epipedou paideia tou den einai kati to autonohto. Ton xarakthrisa ws "megalo talento" eklamvanontas ta dokimia tou kai thn diatrivh tou ws uposxesh gia wrimoteres suntheseis, uposxesh pou den mporese na thrhsei giati pethane neos. Omws skepsou oti egrapse ki alla dokimia sta agglika kai sta gallika (gia Rimbaud, Dostojevski ktl.)
Epishs, tou apedwsa (kai) thn shmasia pou armozei s'enan endiameso: htan apo tous prwtous Ellhnes pou milhsan me kapoia drastikothta gia ton Stefan George, ton Proust, ton Georg Simmel ktl., enw sunama prospathhse na "actualiser" thn ellhnikh arxaiothta (kuriws Platwna kai lurikous) m' enan tropo pou den exei prosexthei katholou.
Auta. In the long run -alla monon in the long run, fovoumai- sumfwnw mazi sou. Kai pali, xaire!
@ callimachus
Άντε, να συμφωνήσουμε...
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