The bee hive

Yet another Sunday

2011-11-27T18:58:00.003+02:00

Guess what...

It's a bloody Sunday again...
Yeah and I got a runny nose and a temper and I just want to run away.

I've been thinking about life, the universe and everything. People say money doesn't bring happiness and all I can say to that is BULL SHIT. I seriously hope some self righteous asshole is going to stumble on this and comment. Yeah some sodding bleeding heart should really come and post here and tell me about the things money can't buy and the happiness to be found in nature and god's sun and all that bullshit.

I live in a city bitch. This means there's no nature to speak off and if there is I need to either walk there or pay money to get there. But... but I hear you say it's just 1.40 for the metro ticket isn't it? Look... 1.40 is also my lunch on a work day Mrs bleeding heart. So yeah I want money. Lots of money.

Money equalls freedom. Money equalls choice. And now I've opened myself up to the self proclaimed anarchist liberators, who will, if they find the blog, tell me theories about godamned equality and revolution and other paparies (sorry this is not translatable, bollocks is close though).
As long a people are involved no way of goverment will ever be fair or equal, cause humans are assholes and egoists. Scream as much as you want about selfsacrificing heroes of religion or politics. People look to please themselves first and foremost. Unless other things are at play, like religious fever, where they will shove their piety and good deeds down your throat, if of course you will applaud and bend the knee to the divinity of their choice.
Political fervour is no much better. Do as I say, never pick at details of what I do and bend the knee. (Anarchists are not excluded from this. Instead of bending the knee to one person I'd have to bend the knee to the committee).

So yeah I call BullShit. And also just so it's clear I won't bend the knee asshats. Never to no one. And for no other reason than I got a huge ego and I admit it. I know I have it and I won't dress it up with nice, trendy words about love and revolution and happiness and all that crap.

So now I suppose you expect a song yes? Ok then

The road to hell...

2011-06-14T18:07:00.002+03:00

There we are again. So what would you call the emotional state of a scribe? An elevator. Up and down. Up and down. Currently going down. The good thing is if you are down there is only one way to go. At least I hope so.

A quick update on my projects. I am slogging along with the novel. I write and pretend to write and smile and go yay! and then I go boo! We shall see, what we shall see.

The R1 is happy sitting in the corner looking at the other kids play. Seriously I am starting the whining part of this project. Which of course ends only with the end of the project. Lets hope my loved ones won't up and run away... I will be drawn kicking and screaming through yet another project. I am incorrigible. *shakes head*

The weather is nice and warm but also cool and breezy. We also have had some rains, which for me is superb weather. I never go swimming in the sea near my city as it is filthy and there are too many people around. The main thing is not to hear "There she blows!" while swimming. ;) I love the sea but I prefer a healthy distance between me and other humans or other beings in general (misanthrope attack). So I do not mind rain. The more the better.

And that's it I think for today, I got no other news

Heart of gold

2011-06-05T20:04:00.004+03:00

There I start with a song! What a weekend! I kinda drifted between excitement, fear, worry, exultation, embarrassment, worry, avoidance, grinning madly and back again (not a very stable person indeed).

So on Friday my friend had a party for the publication of her first fiction book http://hildapapadimitriou.gr/ It's in greek and we've been nagging her to translate it in English as I know people, some with spikes, some without would love it. It's a mystery, a music detective story, called For A Handful Of Vinyl Records. It's an interesting book because you can walk the streets she is describing and listen to the music of the book. The book is exploding with music. Someone is killing off record collectors, vinyl records. Every chapter starts with some lyrics, and there are a lot of references that music lovers can enjoy. Also the characters are real and have real passions and real reactions. Then of course there is the essential Athenian feel of the people. You know these people, you might be these people. I enjoyed the book and I guess that it shows.

So she had a party where her friends turned up, and boy we filled the cafe that the party was taking place in and we spilled in the plaza. There was drinking and dancing and hugs! Wonderful warm hugs from people I really like and I hope they like me. As a tactile person I adore hugs. It's the feeling of being engulfed by someone else, allowed within in a way. And I know about quality hugs. There's the Oh hi ones, and then there's the OMG I AM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU ones. Well I got plenty of the second kind. And i was embarrassed a bit from things but i kinda deserved it and the person that did it likes me a lot, so all's well.

Saturday was supposed to be a day of meeting people, persons, individuals, but it fell through, so I got stuck at home, with my bff at her home chatting with me on msn. Saturday kinda shorta definitely sucked.

Now Sunday i got to meet my PhD prof (yeah i am a busy little bee) and he is wonderful and awesome and clever and has been exactly that all the 15 years I've known him. I'm going to present a paper at a convention he decreed. Eeeek! goes my scarddy heart. Still... Hell yes!! Finally something worthy, something that will return value to me. It was a good meeting indeed and I felt what i always get near him. I felt more clever. I don't know if you have noticed it but when you talk to certain people they bring you up to their level and boy it's exhilarating.

My to do list then consists of the following

finish my god-damned book by the end of July
get a draft paper to my prof by the end of July
inform my supervisor of the meeting with my prof
love the people i love as intensely as I can
and keep that feeling of being wanted of being thought special of being accepted near cause i am going to need it.

I know Hear of gold is a N. Young song but J.Cash owns most the songs he ever told. Sorry Hilda. :)

look at me smiling, grinning, giggling. happy happy bs

2011-05-21T11:05:00.003+03:00

Yeah!

I started writing here again because I wanted to make sure I felt good about something. So I said "Only good thoughts and feelings here. Find something that makes you happy and write about it" Ha! I've been feeling crappy these few days. I got told off on facebook by a lady because I used the word fuck in a status update. FUCK! there I used it again.... Not that anyone reads this, so that they will be offended, but FUCK! nevertheless. If you are one of the poor souls, that I twist the arms into reading this don't worry I won't get all scatological. SHIT! FUCK!

Heh! Just kidding.

Then of course is how I made a 13 year old unfriend me. Yeah world I rock! All I can think now is who goes next... maybe Kat or the tree or the hog... or maybe even .... eek! Never mind I won't take you with me into my paranoia vortex. Lets see what I can do to make this even a bit pleasant, without resorting to cute kitteh pictures.

I watched a film last night. It's called Wasabi and stars Jean Reno. It was fun. Not a masterpiece but Reno can hold his shit together very well. It's a good film to burn some minutes of your life on. A word of caution, it contains violence and violence and silly bits.

I taped my niece (or is it recorded) dancing while watching songs on tv. She's a toddler and she's cute and I felt good watching her dance.

I really hate posts that are just made so that I can keep a promise to myself. Oh I should probably mention I started working on my book again. Yes, I am writing a book. No, I do not think it is a masterpiece and no, I do not introduce myself as an author. Authors are people who've had books actually published. and I don't mean vanity press. Someone paid them for the honour of publishing their book.

I should probably bring this horrible post to an end and it will happen just about now, right after I link you to the Flickr page of an amazing young photographer. Barbie introduced me to his work.

Tell me why I don't like Sundays

2011-05-15T21:42:00.004+03:00

Here I am...

Me-Inertia 1-0.

It might not seem such an important thing to just make one post per week but for me it is huge. Go on, go "WTF?", what do I care? Anyway lets talk about something interesting...

hmmm.. interesting... hmm...

I know! Lets talk about Spring that has finally arrived to my city. By the way I am being quite literate here because there's no metaphorical spring to be had here at all (setting fire to people on an open air market doesn't induce a sense of rebirth, unless we are talking about phoenixes. The same goes about killing a person to get a video camera. Sucks big time to live in my city)

Spring, the season, now! Well warm weather, slow breezes, sunlight and a sense of calmness, unless you stop to think about shit... Ahem! Calmness I say! A sense that your skin is the appropriate clothing for your body, as if you need nothing else. Perfect temperature and light that seems bright but not searing like the summer light. Summer light hits your eyeballs like a sledge hammer going straight to the retina. Spring light on the other hand while being bright and illuminating everything in detail, seems polite, as if.... Oh I got it! As if it's a piece of luminous silk that engulfs objects and people. I think I can live with that metaphor.

So I was sitting on my bed today with the balcony doors open, typing happily away and avoiding to think of anything that would make me anxious, sad, nervous or right down scared (i got lots of things like that, living in this country (city) at this point in time). I felt as near as I can get to being in Lothlorien... Because as you are now going to find out I got a thing about Lothlorien as depicted in the books and the films. I want to move there. I don't know what the Elves would do with a short fat human female but man i'd love to walk in those groves and sleep under the canopy of green.

Spring! Calm! Trees! the end!

'Allo 'allo! Anyone here?

2011-05-11T11:59:00.003+03:00

Good lord it's been since September 2009? Meh!

Anyway, I've decided to give blogging one last chance, or to be more precise to give myself one. I've looked over the entries up to now and i think i see what i did wrong.... I'm not the moody artsy person that would love elipses and being vague... I've discovered i'm very passionate about stuff, to the point of obssession. Also I'm a gigling happy kid (or can be) and I like to go awww a lot. and hug my friends and to my shame i'm also a pretty nice person. ;) and i'm very chatty.

So....

I'll try to post something here at least once a week, more if i get into it. I got no other reason for doing this than i seem to have lost creative spark and that facebook games seem to eat up my free time. By the way I'm not jumping on the "booo! facebook games are evil" wagon. It's my fault if i decided to let my thinking, creating muscles relax. Putting the blame on someone else is very silly and counterproductive.

Lets see if this works, if not... well, we shall see.

What else? Oh yes! I'm thinking of allowing my mind free reign and a no holds barred approach. This means some swearing ( i mostly say fuck a lot) and probably awfull syntax and grammar (spell check ftw!)

See you in a few

Losing a wager

2009-09-16T13:32:00.002+03:00

I lost a wager and the price I had to pay was this....

S. asked for a haiku

Welcome the sun
glistening mirror shards
joyous poppies raise their puffed heads

2009-09-12T10:46:00.001+03:00

I stole this from sikkdays' blog.... and I am proud of it

The Cat Piano from PRA on Vimeo.

Βαρέθηκα τα χωρατά

2009-08-27T11:01:00.003+03:00

ΒΑΡΕΘΗΚΑ ΤΑ ΧΩΡΑΤΑ

Τη μεγαλύτερη σπατάλη την κάνεις όταν μου μιλάς

Με αινίγματα και παραμύθια της συμφοράς

Λόγια του ανέμου όλο σερβίρεις και μου πουλάς ιδανικά

Μα σαν περάσει η πρώτη μπόρα κάνεις νερά

Βαρέθηκα τα χωρατά ώρα γι' αυτά δεν έχω τώρα

Εγώ παλεύω στη φωτιά μέσα στην μπόρα

Και την αλήθεια θα την βρω στα χέρια μου και στην καρδιά μου

Έλα και εσύ να ζεσταθείς απ' τη φωτιά μου

Στη μεγαλύτερη μιζέρια κλείνεις τα μάτια και τα' αυτιά

Στη μεγαλύτερη μου ανάγκη κάνεις φτερά

Μοιάζεις μ' εκείνους τους πλασιέδες που σεριανούν στις γειτονιές

Και εγκυκλοπαίδειες παζαρεύουν ηλεκτρικές

Βαρέθηκα τα χωρατά ώρα γι' αυτά δεν έχω τώρα

Εγώ παλεύω στη φωτιά μέσα στην μπόρα

Και την αλήθεια θα την βρω στα χέρια μου και στην καρδιά μου

Έλα και εσύ να ζεσταθείς απ' τη φωτιά μου

Στίχοι-Μουσική: Χαρούλα Αλεξίου

Εδώ είμαι πάλι

2009-07-08T11:56:00.002+03:00

Βρε καλώς την! Πως περνάει ο καιρός έτσι γρήγορα; Ακόμα δεν τελείωσες το βιβλίο; Εκείνος υπάρχει ακόμα; Γίνεται τίποτα με τη ζωή σου ή όλα τα ίδια;

Κι εγώ τι να απαντήσω τώρα; Όχι...Ισως...Μακάρι

Γιατί ρε γαμώτο να μην πιστεύω στους βαρβάρους;

Αυτοί πάντα έχουν τη λύση

'Ανευ τίτλου

2009-02-19T22:20:00.003+02:00

Σήμερα το πρωί σε ονειρεύτηκα
γυμνό στην αγκαλιά μου
σήμερα το πρωί σε γεύτηκα
γυμνό στην αγκαλιά μου
κρίμα που ήταν μόνο ένα όνειρο

Summer dreams

2009-01-31T11:58:00.002+02:00

Summer dreams

I dream of summer all day long she said,
reclining thoughtfully on snow.
There is a strange distortion in my mind
of seeing flowers and colours in the white

I looked at her and pondered wearily
on broken mirrors and lost souls
on the mortality of stars and
on the innocence of angels

She smiled and opened up her mind
and bade me enter.
I took a step and there was peace
I breathed in deep; the smell of blossoms.

Thank you mortmer for the pic :)

I hate you

2009-01-23T11:01:00.000+02:00

I hate you I said
and it was the truth
I hate you so much it hurts
it hurts to hate you

I hate you because it hurts
it hurts because .....
I was not enough or
I didn't know the rules

Nevertheless it hurts
and so I hate you
I hate you
Come back!

Μύηση

2008-11-24T23:47:00.000+02:00

δεν μπορώ να γράψω τίποτα άλλο
ξέχασα τη γραφή που γνώριζα
άλλη γραφή θα ζητήσω τώρα
άλλη γλώσσα
την κρυμμένη, την υπόγεια
να πω τα άρρητα
τα μυστικά της Δήμητρας μυστήρια
να αποκαλύψω της μύησης το δρόμο
να σε καλέσω μέσα μου
πνοή και φλόγα θεϊκή
να κάψεις, να διαλέξεις
κι απ' την πυρά σου
να προβάλω εγώ η άλλη
η ζωντανή η ελεύθερη

Ανανάς στην πίτσα

2008-11-06T15:59:00.000+02:00

Τι σχέση έχουν η οικογένεια Addams, ο Φλίπερ το δελφίνι, ο ανανάς στην πίτσα, ένας chiropractor και το Skype?

Μμμμ! Πολύ καλή σχέση θα έλεγα.

Να μην ξεχάσω πολύ μου αρέσει που με το Skype ακούς μέχρι και την ανάσα ...

Πολύ μου αρέσει γενικά!

Pain in my heart

2008-10-14T00:39:00.000+03:00

έχω ένα πόνο στο στήθος
με κοβει στα δυο
το σκουλικι που κρυβεται στην καρδια μου
όπως στο μήλο
σε θέλω τώρα
σ' αυτή τη λευκή σελίδα
να γράψεις με το υγρό στόμα σου
την ιστορία του κόσμου

Αγαπώ το μυαλό σου

2008-09-28T11:12:00.000+03:00

Ο έρωτας του νου,

Definition of sapiosexuality :.

(sā-pē-ō-sĕk-shü-ăl'ĭ-tē)

1. (n.) A behavior of becoming attracted to or aroused by intelligence and its use.

Origins: From the Latin root sapien, wise or intelligent, and Latin sexualis, relating to the sexes.

Example: Me? I don't care too much about the looks. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with. I decided this all means that I am sapiosexual.

Κλεμμένο από http://www.unwords.com

I am in love

2008-09-09T20:44:00.000+03:00

Το κορμί σου αγαπώ και τίποτα άλλο
οι κοφτερές λεπίδες της σκέψης σου με αφήνουν αδιάφορη
οι δηλητηριώδεις ελλικώσεις του μυαλού σου δεν με απασχολούν
δεν με νοιάζει για την ικανότητα σου να φωτίζεις μια άχαρη μέρα με ένα γειά σου
το ταλέντο σου να με κρατάς εκτός ισοροπίας, ξετρελαμένη είναι άσχετο

Το κορμί σου λατρεύω, τη γλώσσα και τα χέρια σου, με τα μακριά ευκίνητα δάχτυλα λατρεύω

Σ' αγαπώ

για τον Τομ

Καλοκαιρινές διακοπές

2008-08-26T12:35:00.000+03:00

Θα φύγω ...
Θα ήθελα να φύγω ...
Μακάρι να μπορούσα να φύγω ....
Αν με άφηναν να φύγω ...

Χε, χε χε! Έχω άδεια μέχρι την Παρασκευή.

Μου έδωσαν άδεια μέχρι την Παρασκευή,
μου επέτρεψαν μέχρι την Παρασκευή,
μάκρυναν το λουρί μου μέχρι την Παρασκευή.

Τη Δευτέρα δεν έχω άδεια.
Ούτε την Τρίτη συναινούν
Την Τετάρτη δεν μου επιτρέπεται
Για την Πέμπτη απαγορεύται
Την Παρασκευή δεν έχω τη συγκατάθεση τους

Το Σάββατο δεν απαγορεύεται
Η Κυριακή εγκρίνεται

Η μόνη μου απάντηση μετά από 36 χρόνια

"ότι πεις εσύ Αφεντικό"

Ρίξτε μια ματιά στο βιβλίο "Lilith's brood" της Octavia Butler για να καταλάβετε περισσότερα, όσα αντέξετε

Γεννήθηκα ξανθιά

2008-08-09T09:38:00.000+03:00

Οι χαζές ξανθιές ως υποσύνολο των χαζών γυναικών. Οι χαζές γυναίκες ως υπερσύνολο των γυναικών. Οι γυναίκες καλλιτέχνες που πιθηκίζουν -κατά τον Schopenhauer- και δεν μπορούν να παράγουν τέχνη (νόημα μπορούν να παράγουν?).
Ιδού η Marilyn ...

Αν αναρωτιέστε τι διαβάζει, το βιβλίο λέγεται Οδυσσέας και ο συγγραφέας James Joyce.

*Π. θυμάσαι τι λέγαμε χτες?*

Καλά να πάθεις

2008-07-27T02:05:00.000+03:00

The Arrival of the Bee Box

I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.

The box is locked, it is dangerous.
I have to live with it overnight
And I can't keep away from it.
There are no windows, so I can't see what is in there.
There is only a little grid, no exit.

I put my eye to the grid.
It is dark, dark,
With the swarmy feeling of African hands
Minute and shrunk for export,
Black on black, angrily clambering.

How can I let them out?
It is the noise that appalls me most of all,
The unintelligible syllables.
It is like a Roman mob,
Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!

I lay my ear to furious Latin.
I am not a Caesar.
I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.
They can be sent back.
They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.

I wonder how hungry they are.
I wonder if they would forget me
If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.
There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,
And the petticoats of the cherry.

They might ignore me immediately
In my moon suit and funeral veil.
I am no source of honey
So why should they turn on me?
Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.

The box is only temporary.

Down under

2008-06-20T13:26:00.000+03:00

με πήρε από κάτω.... Τα κατάφερα όμως τελικά. Πάντα δεν τα καταφέρνω;

Gem of patience

The tendrils of mist that seep through the ground touch them on their hearts;
they have slept, our beloved, for years or for months and some only for days, a red hot knot of pain in the back of our minds;
they sleep in darkness, unmoving, waiting for what is beyond even them;
i wake in daylight, i struggle and i roam orphaned but for thee;
i begrudge them neither their darkness, nor the stillness of their limbs;
i envy them their patience;
wind and rain will wear down the mountains,
the dragon will feast on the sun and still they’ll wait;
i would but borrow from this dark gem, a shard, a sliver,
to while away the time until you come to me;
come in the evening of a festive day, all weary and dusty from the road, back to me.

Science fiction II

2008-05-27T00:43:00.000+03:00

Δεν θα χρειαστεί να κάνω λίστα με τις ιστορίες στο βιβλίο μια και η wikipedia με πρόλαβε. Έχουμε και λέμε:

Stanley G. Weinbaum	"A Martian Odyssey"
John W. Campbell	"Twilight"
Lester del Rey	"Helen O’Loy"
Robert A. Heinlein	"The Roads Must Roll"
Theodore Sturgeon	"Microcosmic God"
Isaac Asimov	"Nightfall"
A. E. van Vogt	"The Weapon Shop"
Lewis Padgett	“Mimsy Were the Borogoves”
Clifford D. Simak	“Huddling Place”
Fredric Brown	“Arena”
Murray Leinster	“First Contact”
Judith Merril	“That Only a Mother”
Cordwainer Smith	“Scanners Live in Vain”
Ray Bradbury	“Mars is Heaven!”
Cyril M. Kornbluth	“The Little Black Bag”
Richard Matheson	“Born of Man and Woman”
Fritz Leiber	“Coming Attraction”
Anthony Boucher	“The Quest for Saint Aquin”
James Blish	“Surface Tension”
Arthur C. Clarke	“The Nine Billion Names of God”
Jerome Bixby	“It's a Good Life”
Tom Godwin	“The Cold Equations”
Alfred Bester	“Fondly Fahrenheit”
Damon Knight	“The Country of the Kind”
Daniel Keyes	“Flowers for Algernon”
Roger Zelazny	“A Rose for Ecclesiastes”

Σε επόμενο post θα αναφέρω τα αγαπημένα μου κείμενα

Επιστημονική Φαντασία και άλλα ευτράπελα

2008-05-26T13:36:00.000+03:00

Λοιπόν, μια και ρωτήθηκα, ναι, παραλίγο να γίνω barbeque. Και ναι θα σας κρατήσω λίγα παιδάκια να τα βουτήξετε στο ηλιέλαιο σας. Σοβαρά τώρα και η scribe είναι εδώ!

Για να γυρίσουμε στο θέμα μας, προσπαθώ να διαβάσω The Science Fiction Hall of Fame: Volume One, 1929-1964. Προσπαθώ αλλά ….

Σύμφωνα με το οπισθόφυλλο «Selected by a vote of the membership of the Science Fiction Writers of America (SFWA), these 26 reprints represent the best, most important, and most influential stories and authors in the field.».

Μπορεί να είναι έτσι, αλλά κάποια κείμενα δεν διαβάζονται. Δεν εννοώ μόνο λόγω της φαλλοκρατικής αντιμετώπισης των γυναικών (μανάδες και υπηρέτριες) και του ρατσισμού για το διαφορετικό, απλώς είναι γραφή κακής ποιότητας (poor writing). Οι ιδέες ενδιαφέρουσες αλλά η εκτέλεση, μπλιάχ!

Αυτά όμως που διαβάζονται γυαλίζουν σαν ψήγματα χρυσού στην παλάμη χρυσοθήρα. Προσκυνώ Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury. Πιθανότατα θα φτιάξω μια λίστα (κάποια στιγμή).

Και να θυμηθώ να γράψω για το Bradbury...

Burn baby, burn!

2008-05-23T19:52:00.000+03:00

Την είδα τη γαλάζια φλόγα που έγινε κίτρινη.

Την είδα με τα μάτια μου...

Και μετά φλόγες πρόβαλαν από το άνοιγμα φλόγες ακτινωτές, μακρόστενες λόγχες φωτιάς. Αν ήμουν πιο κοντά, τρόμος, πόνος θάνατος!

Για την ώρα τρόμος.

Τη γλίτωσα και πάλι.

Πόσες φορές είναι μ'αυτή;

Ι, ΙΙ, ΙΙΙ, ΙV και όσες δεν μέτρησα γιατί δεν κατάλαβα πόσο κοντά βρέθηκα;

Ζωή, ο προάγγελος του θανάτου

Until next time.

A Cthulhu holiday post

2008-05-22T13:46:00.000+03:00

Dear all,

the weather continues fine and the beach is wonderful. My only complaint is that sometimes at night huge tentacles come out of the sea and snatch people up carrying them to the depths. I wouldn't mind so much, the next day all the good spots to put one's towel are available, if it weren't for the screams of the people being taken and the incessant muttering of the local batrachian inhabitants about eldritch things happening. Helen, would you mind looking up eldritch on Webster’s? I think it means oblong but I'm not sure...

Anyhow hope to see you soon. Will be returning on Sunday, which by the way is right after the full moon and the festival taking place here at Arkham.

Love and XXX

Mary Jane

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A workday post

2008-05-20T09:59:00.001+03:00

Εγώ κι εκείνη ή εκείνη και εγώ;

2008-05-18T19:49:00.000+03:00

Χτες το βράδυ με πλήγωσε η απόλυτη μοναξιά εκείνης (She) στο Day Night Day Night. Δεν ξέρω αν έπρεπε να επικεντρώσω στο προφανές πολιτικό μύνημα του έργου. Η σκηνή που εκείνη, με δεμένα μάτια πρέπει να πέσει προς τα πίσω στα χέρια του καθοδηγητή...

Στα δάση της ομίχλης περπατάμε με τα μάτια κλειστά. Ίσως και να τα δένουμε μόνοι μας όπως εκείνη.

Από τη άλλη διαβάζεις βιβλία όπως το Fox Evil της Minette Walters και βρίσκεις τη Νάνσι και τη Μπέλα. Είχα καιρό να διαβάσω αστυνομικό μυθιστόρημα τόσο πέρα από συμβάσεις. Ένα έξυπνο βιβλίο για έξυπνους αναγνώστες και μια μετάφραση διαμάντι (τιμή μου που σας ξέρω κυρία Χ.Π!)

Με κάτι τέτοια παραπλανώ τις μέλισσες. Μπζζζζζ....

Ο Νιαγάρας πέφτει

2008-05-17T13:12:00.000+03:00

Μπζζζζζζζζζ! Οι μέλισσες στο κεφάλι μου... Μπζζζζζ!

Και να σου να ξεπροβάλει η Joyce Carol Oates πίσω από τους καταράκτες. Άνθρωποι που τους τραβάει σα ρουφήχτρα η δίνη του διαβόλου. Κι όμως στο τέλος το βιβλίο είναι αισιόδοξο. Οι άνθρωποι δεν παραδίνονται στη μοίρα. Μ' αρέσει η ερμηνεία του μέλλοντος, χωρίς ταρώ, κατακάθια και κρυστάλλινες σφαίρες. Η ερμηνεία του μέλλοντος που μπορεί να γίνει από όλους. Η ανάληψη ευθυνών για το δικό μας μέλλον.

Οι μέλλισες εκνευρίζονται με τη μοιρολατρία, σιχαίνονται να παραπαίουν.

Μπζζζζζζζζζ ...

My mind and the beehive

2008-05-16T09:58:00.000+03:00

Μου έχει κολλήσει η σκέψη,

Σταλιά, σταλιά το μάζεψε το μέλι απ' την κυψέλη.

Μάλλον έχω a bee in my bonnet