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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

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

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

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

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