Preveza
by Kostas Karyotakis
Death—the daws that thump
against the black tiles and walls,
death, the women who are loved
while peeling onions.
Death—the sordid insignificant streets
with their grandiose names,
the olive grove, around it the sea, and even
the sun, death amongst all the deaths.
Death—the policeman who wraps up
an “insufficient” portion to weight it,
death, the sumbul on the balcony,
and the […]

For my brother.
by Kostas Karyotakis
You’re a man. But I’m always the same—
the years that passed have left me
freakish, an aged kid.
And I don’t want anything anymore, brother,
the dreams I held in my hands became rust,
so I gave them away, rose petals, to the wind.
When will you be able to forget
the daily concerns that have […]

Working on translatons of Kostas Karyotakis poems.
Ideal Suicides
by Kostas Karyotakis
They turn the key in the door, take out
the old letters they’ve kept there,
read them silently, and later drag
their steps one last time.
They say their life was a tragedy—
my God, the ghoulish laughter of man,
the tears, the sweat, the sky’s
nostalgia, the desolation of the land. […]

Just read about an Auckland University study that traces the English language back to Turkish farmers.
“For almost two centuries linguists and archaeologists debated two theories on the origins of the language family whose members ranged from Greek and Hindi to German and English.
It was thought the language was either spread by rampaging Kurgan horsemen who […]

A beginning.