Indulging in Poison

Nostalgia a bittersweet poison, black potions
As I indulge immersing in pervading liquids
Violently inundating reminiscences and fantasies
Carried by the flow I listen to wisdom melodies

Of Green on matters of Love and Happiness
Nineteen seventy two the texture of fading squid
Ink colouring my skin with shades of memories
Of others bequeathed upon me by the elders

Anecdotes and history of a past when candles
Were blown by electricity neighing horses traded
In for roaring engines wheels of wood turned
Into synthetic rubber tyres humanity fitting

In a box of sounds and colours when reaching
The moon was but a dream and wars appalled
More than a few, collective movements exhibiting
Last drops of antidote solidarity clinging

Onto the drying rivers of hope before streaming
On ethereal worldwide webs of flimsy substance.
Nostalgia for a time I have not lived yet recognise
Longing to return while gazing at the runway

Afore me destination Future I know,
I should forget relinquish my luggage still held
Hostage at the lost and found in the enticing
Terminal of ephemeral epochs gone by

And long gone.

[Featured painting: The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dalí, 1954]

June 5, 2018 by aurorakastanias

Done

A thousand pieces sorted
of Dali on my tea table.

A melting watch ticking
the time of hours gone by
losing sight, concentrating
on the minutest detail,

a shape, a colour, a nuance,
entrancing as the oeuvre
deviously takes possession
of a naïf unconscious impostor,

merely replicating what once was
a masterpiece secluded,
existing solely to the eyes
of some.

Sinking in the realm of the surreal
I defeat its glory by stating
the vanquishing word,
Done.

[Featured puzzle: Soft watch at the moment of its first explosion by Salvador Dali, 1954]

February 3, 2018February 3, 2018 by aurorakastanias

Choking on passion

Deferral an insidious skulking mortal
born out of apathy where tenacity is held.

Creeps through nerves leaving trails
of poisonous narcotics, pulls on the strings
of a fragile brain.

Feeds on a grit in lethargy
mind desperately seeks to awake,

contaminates ambitions by turning
desires into dreams.

Finds it death by chocking
On gulps of great passions and resolve.

[Featured painting: Soft Watch at the Moment of First Explosion by Salvador Dali, 1954]

January 16, 2018January 16, 2018 by aurorakastanias

The reality of a dream

A vision posing as memory intimates
it is not an artefact of fantasy. Reminiscing
sensations, I know my eyes were open as I flew
over endless fields of courteous wildflowers.

[Featured painting: Landscape with Butterflies by Salvador Dalì]

September 27, 2017 by aurorakastanias

Dead Lioness

Some could say she was a multi-ethnic poet, others
Might want to focus on her motherhood to two
Peaceful beings, grown up to become models, of
Honesty, kindness, fairness and dignity.

Her friends toast to her with champagne glasses,
As her father before her, she enjoyed life to the fullest,
Without major extravaganza casting smiles, able to twist
Sorrow into laughter, lighting rooms as she entered.

Her lovers remember her as the sensual essence
Of a woman, so they defined her many a time, though
She’d ignore why. She wore no make-up nor high heel
Shoes, no creams to prevent age from exhibiting itself.

Her tattooist drew the stars on her body, has knowledge
Of the celestial maps engraved with ink by needles,
Yet I am the only one who knows her deeply, in me
She confided, the creative thoughts concealed in her mind.

She was a tenacious human with courageous concepts,
Dictated by inspiring instincts, something she called
Universal consciousness underlining all, that ever
Was, is and will be, throughout special infinity.

She reconnected the dots and spread the word enticing
Those who crossed her passage to feel, the harmony, unite
In common realisation, that we are one with all and nothing
Can support our existence other than love.

I’ll miss her tender lioness features,
Her mane covering eyes elsewhere, as she gazed
Into the abysses in my direction. Faithfully hers forever,
Mac Apple, alias Pro.

[Featured painting: The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dalí, 1931]

July 18, 2017 by aurorakastanias

Storing Truth

As a child I struggled many a time
With notions of rights and wrongs,
Searching in the voice of parents
Through approval and scolding
Lessons to identify misconducts.

As an adolescent I began to challenge
Conventional behaviours striving
To find my peers’ admiration, long
Considerations over good and evil
To become someone deserving high regards.

Entering adulthood I withdrew from the gaze
Of others as no one knew who I was and who
I intended to grow into, making my own rules,
Relying on instincts to drive, religious
And philosophical reflections to call mine.

Now that I am half way through I realise
Each and every human being stores
In the depths of its consciousness a truth
No mask can hide and no one can deny.
Keys to the glorification of humankind,

Being faithful to oneself by living
In the light of love, contagiously spreading
The energy of kindness, getting rid of lacerating
Desires of vengeance, retaliations for our own
Frustrations, based on illogical self-contempt.

As I ponder on justice I have ceased to dwell,
Eye for an eye or turn the other cheek,
As the illuminated essence within me
Inevitably resolve to peace. No revenge serves
Any purpose if not that of perpetrating evil

To the detriment of humanity as a whole.

[Featured painting: Lady Justice by Salvador Dali, 1977]

June 21, 2017June 21, 2017 by aurorakastanias

Argos – Jacta Alea Esto

Una giornata come le altre, diversa in nessun modo. Argos è ormai vecchio e stanco – entrato nel vortice dei riti quotidiani e delle rimembranze –; passeggia, come ogni giorno, per le vie di Roma alla mercé della generosità di chi ormai lo conosce da anni.

È la voce pensiero di Argos ad accompagnarci nel racconto: il suo racconto in tre tempi, per la durata di un solo giorno.

Ci racconta del presente, di ciò che vede, osserva, sente; descrivendo Roma, gli edifici, le piazze, la gente, le storie, le botteghe, i cambiamenti.

Ci racconta di un passato non troppo lontano, durato due anni, quando la sua amata immortale gli era accanto e lui era felice e felice di esserle fedele. Penelope è sempre nei suoi pensieri e tutte le giornate passano allo stesso modo, nel tentativo di trovare il coraggio di tornare da lei.

Ci racconta del suo passato tout cout: una vita fatta di incontri e di solitudine. Nella sua vita Argos conosce e trascorre del tempo con varie figure di rilevanza storica, dal 14° Dalai Lama a Salvador Dalì, passando per Sergey Koroliev, Bobby Fisher, Frank Costello, Churchill, Kissinger, David Bowie, Ernest Hemingway ed altri ancora. Stringe rapporti con questi personaggi, non necessariamente all’apice della loro carriera, ma in momenti di fragilità, umiltà, necessità, ripercorrendo a suo modo la sua vita ed il XXesimo secolo.

Ma chi è Argos?

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February 11, 2017October 1, 2020 by aurorakastanias

Argos – Jacta Alea Esto

“No beings, with the exception of man, feel surprised at their own existence.”

Arthur Schopenhauer

“Yet, observing Salvador, I assumed that his way of living life might have been, somewhat paradoxically, far more respectful towards it, than any alleged spiritual journey in search of enlightenment, or whichever self-set primary goal to achieve before death. Perhaps because I better understood, then, as now, the immediacy of smiles and laughter, that the silences of coveted, mystical, transcendental, or arduous and distressing, serenity. Salvador lived the present as if it were the only one to count; he lived for the beauty and joy of the moment, regardless of the past and blind to the future. Although seemingly arrogant, he was probably the humblest of all: he did not give his soul a transcendental mission, nor his life an obsessive purpose, other than to be – or become – himself.”  – Argos

February 11, 2017October 1, 2020 by aurorakastanias

Capitolo VI – Il Piccolo Principe

Tina saluta i visi che riconosce e s’intrattiene un attimo con altre signore del quartiere. Quando cammino con lei le sento gli occhi di chi la giudica addosso; lei però non sembra dargli alcuna importanza, ci è abituata. Ha sempre affermato che la maggior parte delle persone che occupa il suo tempo criticando la vita, la condotta, finanche i pensieri degli altri – talvolta perpetrando invenzioni ed esasperazioni – lo fa perché non ha una vita propria e che la sola cosa intelligente da fare è non curarsene: «Chi mi ama mi conosce!» ripete.

…Rimosso Martedì 19.04.2016 Per ulteriori informazioni contattare l’autrice. Buona Lettura!

April 12, 2016 by aurorakastanias

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Il 14° Dalai Lama, Sergey Koroliev, Bobby Fisher, Frank Costello, Churchill, Kissinger, David Bowie, Ernest Hemingway e Salvador Dalì hanno tutti una cosa in comune: presto o tardi nella loro vita, hanno tutti incontrato Argos.

Una giornata come le altre,
diversa in nessun modo. Argos è ormai vecchio e stanco – in esclusiva compagnia della sua tristemente fedele solitudine ed entrato nel vortice dei riti quotidiani e delle rimembranze – passeggia, come ogni giorno, per le vie di Roma alla mercé della generosità di chi ormai lo conosce da anni.

Da Itaca a Roma, passando per l’India, il Nepal, il Tibet, la Russia, Chicago e New York, e la Spagna, Argos ripercorre a suo modo la sua vita ed il XXesimo secolo.

Vai all’acquisto…

 

April 7, 2016 by aurorakastanias