Greek Poet ILIAS FOUKIS

Greek Poet      ILIAS   FOUKIS
Poetry is the voice of the Gods

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

OVIDIO Poesia di ILIAS FOUKIS





OVIDIO

             Esiliato dall ' imperatore  Augusto


Quel che doveva accadere… è accaduto.


Roma è rimasta senza di me.
Io sono rimasto senza imperatore.

Valicando da uomo braccato
la montagna imponente che ho davanti
benché il suo sguardo sia stato accecato
dal Dèmone dell’Altezza
si vedrà la Nebbia, si attirerà addosso
come bufera di protesta
quando scorgerà Roma senza di me 
e me senza Imperatore.

Se procederai in parallelo
con la folle corrente di questo fiume
nonostante la Benedizione impartitagli 
dal Senato Romano
vedrai soprattutto qui
che Destino Calamitoso subirà il Mondo
dal fatto che Roma è senza di me 
e io sono senza Imperatore.


Se volterai le spalle
a questa tempesta insopportabile
che come le speranze di Roma si lancia furiosa
anche se ti sei assicurato
con virtuosisimo artistico
i Pensieri del Nous…
e i sentimenti nel Cuore
che Apollo ti protegga… povero Sognatore
perché sei entrato nel cammino
assunto dalla Storia Umana
dopo che Roma è rimasta senza di me 
e io senza Imperatore.


Se entrerai nelle profondità di questo Tempio
obliato dall’emorragia di sentimenti
sulle epigrafi che gli Dèi hanno dedicato all’Umanità
comprenderai che non furono sussurri
o anche preghiere per la Salvezza del Mondo
il che ti convincerà che l’Arte della Parola
è diventata cinica e squallida
da quando Roma è rimasta senza di me 
e io senza Imperatore.


Persino questo Uccello
proveniente dai Deserti se lo seguirai
desiderando riposarsi a Cartagine
appena scorgerà le imprese obbrobriose di Roma
subito si allontanerà
decidendo di non fare mai più ritorno sulla Terra
e con lui si solleva altresì svolazzando
la polvere che accecherà
la logica globale delle Cose
perché Roma è rimasta senza di me 
e io senza Imperatore.

Questa volta però con una differenza…
conservatrice direi
e anche Classica.


Siccome la Filosofia non ha potuto dividere
Roma e l’Imperatore in tre
cosicché il terzo fosse poeta affinché fossero
se non altro di meno i peccati di tutte le Onnipotenze
tra tutte le cose e i sentimenti
che simboleggiano l’Umanità
ancor prima che fossero conquistati 
da Roma e dall’Imperatore
arrivo io… da padrone di casa e liberamente.


E così a un tratto come se accendessi una candela
alle defunte virtù dei Greci
che attendo nel Cielo del Mondo
come un Sole caldo e fulgido
perché a quanto vedo è in procinto di perdere sangue
l’Anima dell’Ecumene
a causa di questi famigerati Boia.


Traduzione  MAURIZIO  DE  ROSA 



SHAKESPEARE PRIMA DELLO SPECTACOLO Poesia di ILIAS FOUKIS





SHAKESPEARE  PRIMA DELLO SPECTACOLO  


Domani sera c’è lo spettacolo
e la mattina
vorrei dare un’occhiata alle prove.


Poiché di notte non vale la pena occuparsi
delle fanfare della gloria
credo che farò un salto nel mondo degli Sconfitti.

Quelli che Dio ha condannato a morte da tempo.


Soltanto il loro Destino continua a essere vivo
e poiché sono isolati… molto lontano dalla Terra
li soffoca il dolore di non avere alcun diritto
di vedere che il loro passato quello che i cronisti
si sono affrettati a rubricare tra i ricordi
ritorna implacabile e fatale
ascendendo con virtuosismo e spettacolarità tremendi
per difendersi presso il Teatro del Mondo
reso più completo dal suo stesso io.


Così anch’io sono sceso qui
per affrontare con loro
i fatti nuovi imminenti della Storia
la quale se confrontata con un fiume disperato
sono stati senz’altro i Monarchi
quelli che hanno turbato fino alla conquista
questa tragedia schizofrenica.


I Monarchi lo sanno molto bene
e anzi uno di loro che è ancora vivo
con i Fantasmi nascosti sotto la tunica bianca
sarà presente allo spettacolo
che secondo ogni probabilità artistica
abbatterà molti idoli
fino alla rivista Astronomica dello Spazio.


Avete fatto bene a riportare il Cielo
sulla scena del Mondo…
perché è diventata assolutamente disgustosa e volgare…
Del resto il Cielo si è allontanato anche dal mio cuore…
e infatti a causa di questo allontanamento
mi sembra di aver commesso un errore.


L’attimo in cui mi trovai dentro la decisione degli Sconfitti
desiderosi di uscire ancora una volta sul suolo della Storia
avrei dovuto proporre al regista dello spettacolo
di includere nel testo una scena
riguardante l’Ethos e la Condotta emessi
dai difensori e dagli adulatori della Reggia.


Infatti prima che il Principe si senta
ancora una volta Re
gli Sconfitti si sottrarranno al mio controllo
e su uno dei campi vergini del Pianeta
l’Inferno e il Paradiso combatteranno
una guerra di mezz’ora all’ultimo sangue
allo scopo di concludere
qualche minuto prima dell’alba
la procedura
di conquista del Trono.


Il Vincitore farà capire
agli astanti
che non è affatto casuale
che egli occupi il trono
nel momento preciso
in cui il Sole viene al Mondo.


Qualsiasi cosa accada
se il potere tramonta la sera
la natura lo farà risorgere al mattino.


Dopo questa generosa razionalizzazione
delle cose del Mondo
comincerò a ricevere migliaia di proposte
di conferenze stampa
manifestazioni letterarie
e altri slogan contemporanei del genere…


Io però non lo vorrei vedere
il Sole di questo lurido potere
e pieno fino all’orlo di lutto
mi ritirerò nel buio
per prevedere
le prossime venture tragedie del Mondo.     


Traduzione   MAURIZIO DE ROSA

Thursday, September 15, 2016

THE THEATRE Poem by ILIAS FOUKIS




THE THEATRE



The one who will play the role
of the one carried on shoulders like a dead man...


Starting tomorrow
when he will have accomplished
a trip of madness and wisdom to Hell
testing whether he can come back or not.



He will play the role
of the winged horseman...



Starting tomorrow having learnt how to shoe horses
he will hear the Reminiscences of those trespassed upon
by the knightly wing-beating
of a dead Empire
and he must then feel accursed for seven full generations...
by the Humanity which heads for its own violation.



The one who will play
the role of King
who looks from his balcony
over the City as he goes to the Slave Market...


Starting tomorrow...the City will ascend to the balconies
and he will go into the market to be sold.


This will be a conservative
change of human positions...
and there under the age-old subjection of those sold
he will perhaps reply to the anguish of all people
with the terse and profound adage:
if you are to be sold
it is better you never enter the World...


The one who will play
the role of Museum architect...



Starting tomorrow will be converted into a Museum plan
and will have the opportunity to explain
just how graceless and irrational
                                                        this Human Race is...
when he will confirm that
despite the fact the testimony on the massacre of centuries
is so vivid...
and indeed still effective
the visitors will leave the Museum
indifferent and not moved at all.



By then all thoughts and Phantoms
so bedraggled and corrupted it couldn’t be worse
have set down like the citizens of Athens
                                                                                    on stone steps
and no one will even try to explain
if this shame of theirs called
Brain Hemorrhage
is a necessary role...
or merely a natural development...!


Translation by PHILIP RAMP

Thursday, September 1, 2016

ILIAS FOUKIS ------ BEGINNING AND END OF DESIRE


ILIAS  FOUKIS 


BEGINNING AND END OF DESIRE 




                                    

                             ‘’..In this muck
                             There is no way to escape the pollution
                             What matters is
                             To be as little polluted as one can…’’

                                                   ARTHUR  RIMBAUD
         



THE IDEALIST IN THE WORKSHOP

If there was sufficient scope
to love two...
I would have loved with a unique kind of temperament
and uncommon passion
a person and a piece of white paper.

If the paper would have expressed eagerness
                                          at being covered with signs
in this state of temptation
I would have discerned in the person
strong feminine qualities.

That would have been a Classical Reason
for the signs to seek an opening
all the way to the absolute infinite.

In any case I would have gone that far
which for the time being is
the fire of Ardor with no prostrating consequences
and I would have got even nearer
that frightened feminine human being
as if I wanted to convince it
that where the letters are overpowering
the margins are tragically reduced
for the patrons of Existence.

The paper now transformed
into thousands of meanings and messages
would seek another site
its eyes besieged
by new and enchanting landscapes.
Even better when someone dared to confront
the cruelty and frivolity of Nature

Even   better if they are besieged
by the ferocious super-man
so that the Promised Land might be included
in the vague schemes of Dreams.

Seeing thus that in this World
there is motion...
I would be content with a single placement
of the female -- woman
in the heart.



BEAUTY

At that moment when Aphrodite
conquered the fourth Sky as well
the highest circles of Society
decided that she could now be
proclaimed Illustrious Woman.

That is the great
moment had come for the Advertisement
her body to be stuck to the background of Omnipotence
or for the passions of Nature to violently trampled on
if she were
to conquer even the Ninth Heaven.


Or simply to be a contributor
to the Suns circling from Dawn to Sunset
to be executed not only
                            without any intervention of night
but also during the time period
when the Giants of money had a taste for it.


And without yet returning to her Man
Aphrodite observed that
the seas had begun to bury the blue in the earth
and the first dust had begun to fall
on the laurel wreath of victory
as the island of Cyprus
filled up with reporters and managers
and with the vilest people in the World.


The moment Hephaestus learned of all that
he locked himself in his house
and gave his full attention to his profession as gunsmith
because he too would be losing
                                                        his beautiful wife
now she had appeared before the eyes of the World.




THE SEASON OF THE IMPASSIONED

Just as in all seasons in Future as well
women will see in men
only the back side of Beauty.

So... they will savor the apples in particular
since their sweetness
will not give rise to a rude male presence.

The stars would all be embodied in glances
even though their light
would not become signals to launch male assaults.

The goddess of seas and oceans
will be pleased if their depth
doe not remind anyone
of the humankind's diving into the soul.

The vile part of Eros
that one touched and dirtied by all
will be used
for the creation of Horizons of correction
related to the mystery of the Existence of Gardens
in desolate regions of the soul and the World.

And since this manner
leads women to mass betrayals
the front part of Beauty
will be used with great success
for the articulation of protests
which are constantly reaching the point
of Don Juan being replaced by History.


THE EXISTENCE OF APHRODITE


The thought you are leaving
ceaselessly irrevocably from me
has brought to a halt at the Gates of my heart
the motion of Stars...Birds...
Dreams... Thoughts
and all the Planets
at exactly the point of their happiest days.

Despite all that
such unconscious imaginings
die early
and there is a great likelihood
that as soon as the funeral service of Matter
has been eradicated from my suspicions
you will come back to me one day again.

But nothing will change
regarding the consequences of that Procession
because since I never wanted to be alone
I would ask you...

Where were you so long?
Since the creation of the World?
With whom..?
Finally...how could you yourself have been anywhere?

The Stars...
in their light
not able to stand the cold of loneliness
hoping that virility
will be glowing somewhere else...
The birds
whose motion will remind you
how you too could seek out another roof...

The thoughts
how they convinced you that you Exist!
The Dreams
with which this landscape has misted over
you would have asked something more from nature...

Finally ... All the Planets
going round them
the one after the other
believing that you were somewhere...
Well then, all these were in me. 



THE DISAPPEARANCE


Since I was away
the previous century you disappeared
and no one was able to find you.

The explorers were trapped
by the metamorphosis of Breath into Fog...

Somewhere at the end of hope...they were persuaded that
either they were searching on an Earth without love
or that love on this Earth
was very dense.

In this boomerang of conjecture
you found the opportunity to move even further away.

Of course...without anyone bothering you
since even that smattering of birds
that might have been able to spot you
from the heights of their own Virtue
had never understood the language
                                                        humans speak...
or perhaps it has never been comprehensible.

And I am certain that you roam about on this Earth
which is either surrounded by nothing at all
or is surrounded by great speed
in order to catch the Ancient Rhythm
for the surrounding of the senses in the Soul.

And you again may find the opportunity to escape
especially now
for the Ancients have appeared on
on the stage of the Modern Era
as if confirming
the despairing truths about Idols
with their perpetual inclination
to bantering and tragic irony.

But whether they are blessed or cursed
you daydreamers out there
must get it through your head
that in this sudden Presence
there will be no miracle.

And the Ancients appear disappointed
not in the mood at all for a Renaissance.
It seems they have wearied of pursuing
Virtues and Conscience.

They were endlessly looking for ideal women
as they sought a peaceful catharsis
                                                        in their tragedies...
and the brilliant diamonds of desires
which they have imagined on the breasts of women
were transformed into tears of disappointment
by their admirers
when they saw their generosity and grandeur
being soiled on the corners of Athens
in pursuit of Mary Magdalene.

It happened later... Magdalene’s repentance.


But the Ancients and I
do not want to bow down quite yet
and hold our heads high.

But our eyes are riveted there
where Eve looked forward to the woman
who would be to her liking
so that waiting for her to come down
we have been left without Epoch.

This Epoch
has passed in your possession
and with it you will create
another Human History
which will be colonized by the Existence of Women
for the vilest taste...

And most important of all...
since the Earth
                            of that Human History
will have no trees
which you must bloody yourself in order to climb
to reach the Height of Female Love
and because of this serious lack of Ethos
the Height of the Feminine Ideal
will be even with the level of the ground.



THE INDICTMENT


In all Seasons
I would be able to charge you
with having stolen half my life
in my thinking of you.

The half of my life
which unfolded on this Earth
despite knowing what a disaster would occur
in the thoughts of the living
when by means of the terrible monotony of processions
the depressing result would be announced
of the battle with the patrons
of temporary Existence.

That is also why you were in a hurry
to steal half of the Earth from me
as long as I was thinking about sleeping with you.

The half of my sleep
which unfolded in the Sky
not worried that it would be challenged by a God
from the time when you...
you were dreamlike only on Earth
laying the foundations thus for the Idea
                                          of Eternal Hypnosis
despite the fact we know that Dreams were scandalized
when they were calculated with the dimensions of the Heavens
that was Idea you were wearing
in order to confront
                            the fierce human winter
impossible to violate.
Because you remained untouched by any desires
all agreements have been broken.

And you accepted walking once more on the Earth
despite the fact you knew there awaited you
the indifference of the wasteland...
But you wanted to climb up to the Sky
knowing that you were outside the love of the living
despite the fact that at the Gate of the heart
you can feel a large multitude
of stars awaiting you there.

Nevertheless I have withdrawn
to the dry lands of the indictment
and rule there on my own.

A strange kingdom this one of mine
having no one at my beck and call
and without being a candle for anyone’s fate.

Despite all that setting off now
for my one and only fortune
I see thousands of daydreamers quarrelling
about the matter of the bequest.

Happiness...by dear visionaries
is non-existent in the wealth of this property
but in that way...to my surprise
being truly open to the blessings or the blasphemies
                                                                                    of Heaven...
there will be built on it the white Temples of Theology
for the People who even after all this vain futility
will try the Luck
of Existence here on Earth.


KING SOLOMON

The women who King Solomon loved
the most
were those women
whose soul heed imagined
like the rivers flow.

But immediately after
this ardent desire
old Solomon coolly concluded
that the rivers flow leads them to the sea
and to that boundless blue of the oceans
where all the Temples and Sins
of the Earth are devitalized
and he might thus lose the control he had over Women.

Then King Solomon
in a fit of anger remembered that he was in command
and in the case of danger
he would know how to stop
these maddened rivers.

But this was not the only danger...
Besides the seas and the rivers
the female view of the cosmos also included the sky...

Indeed of late
he had information from his secret agents
that women were exchanging looks with the Stars
and...consequently
their hearts which he had assumed
were near at hand and under complete possession
like the walls of palaces
burned as one with those distant fires.

And thus in that way
King Solomon began to repent
because before he created his Kingdom
he had not thought of incorporating all the Stars
in the celestial territory of the Monarchy
and now at this advanced age
he had to do a detailed study of Astrology.

But old Solomon
had discovered a long time ago all on his own
that Heaven and the Mysteries of the Heaven
were like women
whom he had never loved.

Since the Astrologers of the Future
exploiting the derangement of mortals
entered into negotiations with the Heavens
he from the moment charged them
with enormous spiritual failures
and provocative stupidity
that would have deprived Women
of that Amour which broke down fences
with the force of the enticements
to reach the Promised Land
like a divine oracle
rushing with the conviction of rivers.

IMMORTALITY

If we two
loved each other for one whole day
the next morning
we would awaken with the thought
that employing the same dynamism
we would be able to love all year round.


Since we two
would love the whole year round
like a clear horizon would hover
before us the idea
that in contrast to the paleness
                                          of the light of eyes
our love would be always brighter and brighter
for the entire century.


And if we two
could manage such a miracle
light and guileless as all speeds are
we would race along in the thought
that we might well love
for all the Centuries.
 This final thought,however,
would be quite burdensome..
and severely punished
the Gods of Olympus with supreme charge
'' For giving  humanity the secret
                                      of Happiness''
and under the weight of her blind
may die.   
   


Translation by   PHILIP   RAMP 

Thursday, March 10, 2016

SHAKESPEARE BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE Poem by ILIAS FOUKIS


BIOGRAPHY

The Greek poet ILIAS FOUKIS , was born on 20 August 1969 in Epirus in northwestern Greece. Began to write poetry since 1988 when he was student in the Lyceum. Published volume of poetry THE TESTAMENT OF A LESSER GOD , which has been translated into ten languages including English, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, etc.. Has won literary awards - OSCAR DE DOS OURO VENCEDORES, Brazil 2012 - MASSIMO D'AZEGLIO, Italy, 2012, 2013 - CITA DEL GALATEO, Italy in 2013. MASSIMO D;AZEGLIO 2016. His poem titled YOUNG GREEK SOLITARY was included in Poetry Anthology - U.S. Library of Congress. Works and lives in Athens.




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SHAKESPEARE BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE


Tomorrow night there’ll be a performance
and in the morning
I’d like to drop in on rehearsals.


Since night is no time to get involved
with the fanfares of glory
I’ll slip out for a while into the world of the Defeated.

Their God died sometime ago.


Only their Fate continues to be vital
and thus isolated as they are...so very far from the Earth
they are drowning in the sorrow that they have no right at all
to see that their past which the chroniclers
were in such a hurry to embody in memories
has now returned so acrimonious and venomous
and being mounted with such spectacular and terrible expertise
so its case may be pleaded
in the Theatre of the World.


That is also why I came down here
to confront with them
the new approaching state of History
which if I were to compare it to a frenzied river
the Monarchs are those who without the slightest
doubt have harrowed to the point of collapse
this schizophrenic tragedy.


The Monarchs know this all too well
and indeed one of them who is still alive
with his spectres secreted beneath his white uniform
will play his part in the performance
which is in conformity with all artistic contingencies
and will topple so many idols
even demolish the Astronomical view of the Universe.


You were right to bring Heaven back
to the World’s stage...
because it had become utterly revolting and gross...


Moreover Heaven had distanced itself
from my heart as well...
and indeed because of this distancing
it seems to me it is I who have made the mistake.


The moment I found myself caught up in the resolve
of the Defeated
to once more appear on the solid ground of History
I should have suggested that the director of the performance
incorporate into the work a scene
which dealt with the Ethos and Breeding transmitted
by the patrons and boot-lickers of the Palace.


Because by the time the Sovereign is able to feel
once more King
the Defeated will have slipped out of my control
and on one of the unsullied areas of the Planet
Hell acting along with Paradise will wage
within a single hour a life and death war
so that just a few moments before the sun rises
the procedure
for the conquest of the Throne
will have come to an end.


The Victor will make it understood
to those there
that it is not mere chance
that he is the one assuming the Throne
at precisely the moment
when the Sun is coming into the World.


Whatever happens
his authority though it sink at evening
will be returned again by nature at dawn.

After this intrepid rationalization
regarding the things of the World
thousands of proposals will be made to me
for press interviews
literary appearances
and other such contemporary trivialities...

But I would not want to look at
the Sun of this foul authority
and in full flood of mourning
I would pull back into the dark
in order to foresee
the coming tragedies of this world


Translation  by  PHILIP RAMP