Sunday, April 12, 2015

Cupid shot the wrong way

The vast world of fiction

      Once when I was a sailor,
        I boarded for a while in a whaler...

        My free time was limited to ports and sea
        so I was reading in the wee hours,
                                     (yep, the Scottish wee)*            *small

We were in Rio de Janeiro,
when Cupid threw an arrow,                     
for the first time,
                       [in the wrong direction
(while I was asleep) and  "Perfection" 
emerged out from the pages of a book.

Such surprise was felt
                                [by Captain Cook
when he caught sight
                  [of the Botany Bay
in Australia, as we sailors say......

This perfection... this woman... 
                         [this ghost, this beauty,

for a while left the book,
                         [obviously left her duty,
and with her soft warm hand
                                  [touched mine.

That's when reality crossed the line,
sky's color turned to red.....
                [the red of Burgundy wine.

and on the horizon shown
                                 [a vague shine.
A dreamy colorful weird place,
unknown colors,
 [maybe we were somewhere in space !

     We stood both amazed and in silence.

     Suddenly she took her hand
                [from mine almost with violence

     and said between sobs...
      ''please let me face my mistakes without defiance''

     She confessed De Profundis
                                     [ie out of the depths,
     that she was guilty and that she accepts.....

                     "I did not escape from some eminence book,
                   I am guilty of action - of which love you mistook..
                   In a cheap novel I was some woman
                                                           [with alcohol addiction.
                   My crappy life have been tagged as pulp-fiction".

* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experimential
poetic work // page c37 // e-mail: //
Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //
Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//
Digital adaptation and text editing: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga - PIRAEUS//


* "De Profundis" :   Latin. out of the depths (of sorrow, despair, etc.).

*  Pulp Fiction : 
Term originated from the magazines of the first half of the 20th century which were printed on cheap "pulp" paper and published fantastic, escapist fiction for the general entertainment of the mass audiences. The pulp fiction era provided a breeding ground for creative talent which would influence all forms of entertainment for decades to come. The hardboiled detective and science fiction genres were created by the freedom that the pulp fiction magazines provided.

the tales of a Greek Sailor 

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