ΧΡΥΣΑ ΒΕΛΗΣΣΑΡΙΟΥ

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

PANIC by Chryssa Velissariou, Saturday, January 22, 2011 at 9:58 a.m.

What are you doing

Here right now?

Ιn my sick present,

My killed future?

Waiting for the lights to go green, Subhankar Das

I live in a place where you can
rent a baby by the hour
and pinch their asses
to make them howl
as you approach the cars for alms
stuck on the crossroads
and waiting for the lights to go green.
I live in a place where
this poet calls up in the morning and
starts complaining about my poem
where I expressed my surprise to see my father
jerking off in his sleep.
Must be another one from the league
who burns incense sticks in front of Goddess Kali and Marx
hanging side by side on the wall.
I live in a place where the politicians
are thinking to give the place a facelift
and turn it to London.
And we at the roadside tea stalls
with local hooch mixed with orange juice
to cut down the foul smell
testing like champagne
drinking it all up
to help us through the prayer
in front of all these living legends.

Subhankar Das is a poet, bookstore owner, translator of Allen Ginsberg’s poetry into in Bangla, and a good friend of the Macabre from Kolkata, India.
ANOTHER ORDINARY DAY BY SUBHANKAR DAS

Ζω σε ένα μέρος όπου μπορείτε να
νοικιάσετε ένα μωρό με την ώρα
και να τσιμπάτε τα οπίσθιά τους
για να τα κάνετε να ουρλιάξουν
καθώς πλησιάζετε τα αυτοκίνητα για ελεημοσύνη
κολλημένοι στα σταυροδρόμια
και περιμένοντας το φανάρι να γίνει πράσινο.
Ζω σε ένα μέρος όπου
αυτός ο ποιητής καλεί πρωί πρωί και
αρχίζει να διαμαρτύρεται για το ποίημα μου
όπου εξέφρασα την έκπληξή μου να βλέπω τον πατέρα μου
να τινάζεται στον ύπνο του.
Πρέπει να είναι άλλος ένας από την λεγεώνα
που καίει μπαστούνια θυμίαμα μπροστά στη θεά Κάλι και τον Μαρξ
που κρέμονται δίπλα-δίπλα στον τοίχο.
Ζω σε ένα μέρος όπου οι πολιτικοί
σκέφτονται να κάνουν στον τόπο ένα λίφτινγκ
που θα τον μετατρέψει σε Λονδίνο.
Και εμείς στην άκρη του δρόμου σε υπαίθριους πάγκους τσαγιού
με τοπικά μεθυστικά ποτά αναμιγνύουμε χυμό πορτοκαλιού
για να περιοριστεί η αποκρουστική μυρωδιά
δοκιμάζοντάς τα, όπως τη σαμπάνια
πίνοντας άσπρο πάτο
για να μας βοηθήσουν κατά την προσευχή
μπροστά σε όλους αυτούς τους ζωντανούς θρύλους.

Ο Subhankar Das είναι ένας ποιητής, ιδιοκτήτης βιβλιοπωλείου, μεταφραστής της ποίησης του Allen Ginsberg για την Bangla, και καλός φίλος του Macabre τηςΚαλκούτας, στην Ινδία.
ΜΙΑ ΑΚΟΜΑ ΣΥΝΗΘΙΣΜΕΝΗ ΜΕΡΑ ΤΟΥ SUBHANKAR DASβιβλιοπωλείου

Μετάφραση: Χρύσα Βελησσαρίου

ANGELIC MADE

You stare straight

In the eyes

With your velvet

Honey look

You didn't see

The ugliness yet

You smells wonder

Like white roses

Proudly when

You 're throwing

The tentacles

On your shoulders

As tenderly

You 're touching me

As you kiss

my tired hands

And I desire

To offer you

The bright stars

In the skies

You may walk

Together with

Other seedlings

In the bloody

Neighborhoods

Of the wind

Bittersweet tears

Will you pour

On the love's way...

I won't be there,

My sweetheart,

To hold your hand...

To guide you...

How it hurt

Me before

To you to

Testify...

I 'm not alowed

to help you.

In there just

You go alone!

And weak, you

Never return ...

Adele Adkins - Hiding my heart (with lyrics on screen)

BURNOUT

I'm a wreck!
I don't know why ...
Is this suicide?
I love life!
But I don't live ...
I'm exhausted ...
I do not sleep ...
I'm sleepy,
But I insist
I lament what
Is not lost.
I search that
I possessed ...
I 'm afraid of you!
You judge me
All the time
Distinguished
I want to show ...
I 'm punishing
My own needs ...
For that vengeance
Will take nature.
By converting
My body
In this monstrous
Abortion
Μotionless
Ιn acedia
I look at
My image
Ιn my conscience
Sincere mirror
And icy
I hate it
I 'm looking
Just blindly
For an exit
From this spiral
I call for help
but I've been
Left alone
You are too weak
You can not stand
It anymore
To hold me.
I'm unbearable ...
Urgently
I ask for
My own Light!

Monday, 29 August 2011

GAEA 'S WRATH

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I protect my children under my long dresses... I walk on my toes not to be found hiding them! I bewail with bloodstained nails And I'm howling for the dead- For the unfairly lost ones! Ι hallo the full blue moon with a wild yell-o-yell! "Why did you sow both Cain and Abel - my relentless twin sons - in my cursed womb on the nights when I was quenching your thirst with wet cravings?" How can I conciliate violence and chastity which both had been planted in their souls instinctively? How can I be fair in defending both my broods furiously? My eyes are spitting fire tongues! The Mother who gave Birth feels HATE indeed! ! Infanticide! I will slaughter the invaders! I germinate Revenge straight out of the ground! The tender earnest virgin mutates into a brutal courtesan I become two-headed and rigorous in emergency A Medusa just to punish my guilty offspring who should give back to me only Honour and Glory...

I HAVE A COMPLAINT!

I have a complaint ...
You didn't say the truth!
Perhaps to protect me?
"My baby puppet, you're mine..." you said
"You're the one for me from now on", I declared
You're walking in the night
I stare the ceiling
Do you wish to be someone else
not to spoil our dream?
But look! Don't you know?
This is the way it is now

I 'm so afraid
you might not accept our situation anymore!
That's why I get angry ...
Because to say the truth for once
you wanted me whithout my context
You always made me feel you accepted me with it though

I shared your internal pain.
I loved your crying.
I was prepared from the start to live with it
I got open to you, I 've been given to you
You anointed me as if I was just a "stranger"

Yes, I have this big complaint!
You never said the truth to me
Although you knew
this gonna last no way this way
You knew I was thinking otherway
You knew you are afraid to stay
You accept our situation no more...

Sunday, 28 August 2011

LOVE TRAGEDY

Smoke wears out her ...
She wishes to disappear!
Not to remain alive ...
Parody is survive!

They could have sold their soul
For all that she has built
people who are alone
In North, South, East and West.

Crazy ingratitude!
So many laws fails she ...
Cause the door of her heart
Closed guarded not she ...

Hard is she tormented.
The case is really lost.
She felt it when it started.
Even then she persists.

It was always mutual,
She felt so fine, so great!
But didn't come as usual
when it would be appropriate!

She would give everything
With him to restart being.
Caught up with them the fate
Walls between them were made.

Tough is she punished
Feels as if she will die ...
Down into his grave
She's not aloud to go and lie ...

She would want to be lost
In a tight embrace with him.
In life if they still stay,
They should live away.

Enigma is the nature
Of the human creature ...
In the Eros quarrel
Logic is a shrapnel!

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/1-trust-in-love-beth-budesheim.html

RUSH

You won't see me
Crying for you ...
I always smile
My adorable

And even if
You never got
What you gave me
And now you stopped

Bitter water
In my hard thirst
From the get-go
Is what I craved
Not one single drop
I did not leave
Thank you for that

Because even
For you that wasn't
Necessity ...
For me it's my life

I 've got too much
But in secret
Ιndeed too late
I fight for you

As I told you
Too hard before
The future I
Will never serve
Now you are here
I just can trust
Your presence now
Just only that
Tomorrow steals
What I have loved ...
My thesaurus!

Only for this
See you anger
Αnd all that rush
On my little face ...