GLORY 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.

GLORY


During the years he was away from Penelope
Odysseus received quite a number of sexual proposals
from the most beautiful women in Greece.

And as he thanked wholeheartedly
these anonymous Goddesses of Greek temptation
for their silken invitations to passion
Odysseus said that he would respond
as soon as the Universal Community was informed
about the Trojan War.


It had a right to know no matter what
how he went to Troy embodied in the very tempests
not in order to provoke heartache and Catastrophe
but simply to vent the anger of Greece
over its lost honor
saying it had entered the wrong Soul.


The Universal Community however
was informed solely by the Poets
and even then very tardily.


So then Odysseus
the virtuoso mercenary of Glory
ended with the thought
that if he had been truly loved
by the most beautiful women in Greece
he would have emerged from this History
utterly without glory.


From what can be seen
this story would always be defined
by the Poets alone
and these Erotic tales would simply
be called poetic.
The Universal Community
would deem them unbelievable.



Translation by PHILIP RAMP

FOOTBALL 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.

FOOTBALL


The most vicious attacks
on my life
have always commenced from the left. 

They seem cruel...quite irresistible
and I turn back to the realm of grief
observing that my forces are few
and that out there waiting for me again
the open arms and altar of calamity.... 

Not because of the devastation of Consciousness
(nothing like that has ever happened to me)
but for the standard reason that I
have always loved liberty and
my horizons have always been open. 

On these horizons however...

On these open horizons is also found the bad part of freedom
because it is precisely from there the Evil Hour draws near
with its storms and its lethal bitter cold
while a howl can be heard
like a Holy Sermon...
...Thus the World is humbled...
But what no one
expected is what will occur. 

My death is a reality
in the consciousness of everyone
which narrow and rotten as it may be
will fall to its knees before my own resistance
but which will be transformed into Legislation
for the detonation of Visions. 

Someone offers to start the game
on special kinds of terrain where the human being
has the rare opportunity
to be the victor without barbarising the passions
and as I myself like this proposal
and am making an amazing dash from the right
and what happened after is considered scandalous.

I wanted to leave the dark behind... 

Whether its Patrons wanted it or not
the dark was in fact left behind...
but from the right as well
I was oriented to the view I was here
                  on Earth and alive
a kind of corrupt and revolting light
and the course is murky
and the enemies equally inhuman. 

There in utter ease
they hurl me down...they insult me...they strike me
and around me the Dialectic
shows no sign of existence...
because as the the Supreme Lawgivers think
for me it is far too early
for there to be Justice in this World. 

If there is no Justice
Stoic resistance returns
                  to its own terrain
and while I was considering dribbling my black thoughts
in an explosive manner slipping along the ground
suddenly a pass was sent my way
of such dramatic value
for the expectations contained in Dreams. 

Those present there....
the grimmest spectators in our world
readied their stupid Invention
in order to see the world pulled down. 

But I knew from where this pass would be coming to me. 
It is the world ladies and gentlemen
which I suffer differently than you
and so that it might be the victor at least once
I allow it to pass serenely over me...
warning it that with the Dreams its carrying
an unenviable take-off is being prepared for it
by the Lords of Earth. 

-You should have taken the shot, you mutt...
howl the Giants of Money
who darken...turn black
and who then remind me that I am very poor
and belong to the lowest class of society
which this time as well
timidly and humbly as always respected
the rules of the Game
                  and the lines on the Field...
sacrificing the few desires that had remained
to the Pantheon of Tyranny. 

It was pointless to stay on the Field
I who want to stay here as a Man on Earth
and I loaded the shattered bodies
and carried them off within me.

But is this world which soon
will erase me from memory
all conscience has been demolished. 

Far off now at the point
where another human History will begin
I clutch as if they were wounds
the recollections of the games on Earth
which could very well be called
ideals in a mortuary
waiting for them to die. 

Hunted by death
I have got this far
because no one desired my Victory
which is why I am eternally one defeated
by the wretchedness of the world
which has crushed me with the storms
of its cynicism
precisely there in the fatal dispute
over the Philosophy of Human Triumph. 


Translation by PHILIP RAMP

СРЕЋА Poem in serbian by ILIAS FOUKIS

СРЕЋА

Ко зна колико пута
ћемо бити срећни!

Онако опкољени планинама
не добијајући одговор ни од кога
у погледу тог стања Опсаде још од рођења
мерисмо димензије долина
које бејаху тесне као наше страсти
у нади да садрже будућност
која је далеко Полазиште
познајући веома добро
саблазни које се збише у преображајима Постања
као да хоће да каже да ће увек бити тешко
да постоји будућност. . .
бацио нас је међу планине.

Пошто је Магла на планинама лежала
на начин класичан и божански. . .
на начин дакле дословно величанственији
од настраног присуства траве
веровасмо да напамет зна
унутрашњи садржај планина.

Касније призвасмо и Снове. . .
бејаху спремне и прогнозе
о остварењу блиставог развоја
с великом вероватноћом да има библијски срећан исход
померање наше Будућности.

Да ли је јасно или није шта желимо рећи? . . .

Бејасмо у стању узбуне за Будућност. . .
Морадосмо апсолутно одвојити Будућност. . .
која миришући на Авељеву тајанствену страст
попут неке лепе жене
ко зна у чијем наручју хтеде да се преда.

А шта се стварно деси. . .

Супротно нашим очекивањима
необичан догађај се зби! . . .

Магла нам однесе ветар
да је спаси од опсаде
коју поставише звезде.

Снове нам украде Смртни час
са своје стране
опседнут вековима.

Ако се добро сећам
беше то велико померање.

Свети обреди даваху благослове
држаху похвалне говоре
обрадовше добит.
Све се одвијало по знамењу пророчанства
невидљивог Пророка
у том давном почетку Историје.

А нама остадоше само наде
које су, истини за вољу,
иако од Вештица учињене лудим,
у предвиђању Будућности наше
откриле необичан дар.
И већ беху спремне
да се покрену. . .

Али се не зна шта да се ради са Срећом.

Планине су изгубиле способност
премештања.

Превод са италијанског Лазар Мацура

СУДБИНА Poem in serbian by ILIAS FOUKIS

СУДБИНА

Јуче су спаљене Прилике
зато што је Сунце
било одвећ близу.

Такође јуче:
Прилике су нас заледиле
јер ко зна шта се збило
у светим проповедима Мудрости
и одузеле су нам повластицу Светлости.

Јуче су уништени јарболи наших лађа
у потрази за Смером
јер беше много Ветра. . . на нивоу олује.

Такође јуче:
нисмо успели да кренемо
у потрагу за Смером
зато што остасмо без Ветра.

Јуче се наши снови испунише водом
зато што паде много кише.

Такође јуче:
не могоше да се остваре наши снови
јер све снове богови за себе задржаше
од тог беса богова
пресахла је наша душа.

Јуче утрнуше наше главе
у потрази за Богом
зато што нађосмо обиље Неба.

Такође јуче:
не успедосмо да подигнемо главу
у потрази за Богом
зато што остасмо лишени Неба.

Превод са италијанског Лазар Мацура

Il testamento di un dio minore - ILIAS FUKIS - Amazon.com

Questo è il mio volume di poesie'' IL TESTAMENTO DI UN DIO MINORE'' che è stata pubblicata in Amazzonia. Si compone di 47 poesie suddivise in quattro cicli di poesia. Primo Ciclo - Razza di Caino - 12 poesie. Secondo Ciclo - Inizio e fine delle passioni - 8 poesie. Terzo Ciclo - Il giro del mondo con un Don Chisciotte - 18 poesie. Quarto ciclo - Avviso di Apollo - 9 poesie.

IL TESTAMENTO DI UN DIO MINORE: Poesie (Italian Edition) by ILIAS FUKIS (Feb 16, 2014) - Kindle eBook

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L'IMMORTALITA

Se noi due
ci amassimo un giorno intero
la mattina dopo
ci sveglieremmo con il pensiero
che nonostante la forza colossale del male
con lo stesso dinamismo
ci potremmo amare anche tutto l’anno.

Visto che noi due
ci ameremmo tutto l’anno
quale limpido orizzonte ci vagherebbe
innanzi l’idea
che al contrario delle pupille vieppiù fosche
noi ci ameremmo in modo sempre più splendido
nei secoli dei secoli.

E se a noi due
riuscisse un miracolo del genere
lievi e ingenui come tutte le velocità
correremmo al pensiero
di poterci amare
per tutti i secoli dei secoli.

Quest’ultimo pensiero tuttavia
sarebbe alquanto gravoso…
e severamente puniti
gli dei dell'Olimpo con carica suprema
''Per dare all'umanita il segreto della Felicita''
e sotto il peso del suo cieca
puo morire.

Traduzione MAURIZIO DE ROSA

The testament of a lesser god ILIAS FOUKIS Amazon.com

This is my poetry volume  '' THE TESTAMENT OF A LESSER GOD '' that was published in the Amazon. Consists of 54 poems divided into four cycles of poetry.  

First Cycle - Race of Cain - 14 poems. 

Second Cycle - Beginning and end of the passions - 8 poems. 

 Third Cycle - Around the world with a Don Quixote - 22 poems. 

Fourth cycle - Warning to Apollo - 10 poems.

 

  THE TESTAMENT OF A LESSER GOD: Poems by ILIAS FOUKIS

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Greek Poet ILIAS FOUKIS - Literary Prizes -

Grego Poeta ILIAS FOUKIS

PRÊMIO SUA MAJESTADE A QUALIDADE 2013

Ordem Heráldica dos Parlamentares e Comendadores do 

Brasil

This is the prize   '' OSCAR DE DOS OURO VENCEDORES''

 I was given by the Federation of Senators and Deputies of Brazil, Nordestina League in cooperation with ORKUT TV in San Paolo, Brazil on 16 December 21012, the proposal of the President of the Academy of Arts and Letters in Rio de Janeiro, Lady Edinira Silveira. Price is an important given personalities from different fields of Culture, Art, Science and Humanism.

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 This is the prize Literary '' MASSIMO D' AZEGLIO'' 

 This literary award given in Barletta, Italy, ADD MAIORA Cultural Association under the auspices of the President of the Association Mrs. Costantine Losccoco. I gained for the poem - King Solomon.

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 This is the prize Literary   '' CITTA DEL GALATEO ''


This literary award, given to the city Galatone Italy, Cultural Association - Verbumlandi Art, under the auspices of the President of the Association, Mrs. Regina Resta. I gained about poetic cycle with eight poems translated into Italian by Maurizio De Rosa.
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 I want to thank the ladies and gentlemen of the Cultural Association for organizing and literary critic who praised the quality of my work Poetry greeting with poem
 

Prize Lityerary MASSIMO D'AZEGLIO 2016 for the poem 
'' GLI EPIGONI '' .

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YOUNG   GREEK   SOLITARY


If such be
the will of the God on Earth
without needing to sing the praises of Zeus
today I...
             will walk all day on the Earth. 
And more importantly
as soon as I glimpse the secure distance
Ive kept from death...
praise be to Apollo...
I will not be disturbed
            by the demon of Self-Destruct


If such not be
the will of the God of the Heavens
then my dreams
which lay siege to the essence of Existence
will like Sisyphus
            be caught in the nightmare of pointless labor
so not even one meter of heaven will be granted...
and do you know where these Dreams
for a better World
and a Beautiful Greece will end?


Unobserved and slowly
they will be eaten by the rust
            and the dust of forgetfulness. 


If such be
the will of the God of the Sea
my own specters which are armed
with gravity of conscience and forgiveness
will then have the rare opportunity
of washing away the living sins of Troy
which have become the most dangerous Olympus
with their cynical anticipation
be the Eternal Greece before the eyes of the world.


If such not be
the will of the God of Fire
then I who know better the fatal bond
of Greece with Flames
will lose my last
chance
to show mercy
and the Cities will continue
to quietly burn. 


And indeed... if such not be
the will of the God of Love
because of this horrifying alienation
which human emotions have undergone
no one will love me at all. 


The worst thing though is that this Tragedy
will not simply end here...

This God of Love
has come highly touted by Olympus...


A good deal more than your usual Idols
and different from them
usurper of all longings
and with many possibilities for immortality. 


And all the departing travelers
will testify that no matter where they went
they saw none of this incredible love anywhere
which in itself would be enough to convince
the easily deceived world
that the Summit had been worth the effort. 


Few people love each other in this World. 

And these few
love each other only as much as they are permitted
by the thought that you can never ascend into the Great Sky
because there... there has truly evolved
                              an anthropic History
but one that's been lived by the Gods alone... 


And for us to stay in the life which endures
more or less but for a single Season
we in any case my dear Apollo
were in no quandary...
            felt no mystery...
because we never expressed any interest
in being Gods. 


The problem is very simple...


We are not wanted
on this Earth... 


Utterly paralyzed and directionless
we have moved about in the world
without being observed by anyone... 


Perhaps we should get organised
we the Great Anonymous mass
to bring this madness with false
Heroes to an end
those who only the Gods with their
own wretchedness know how to erect... 


And as if Troy wasn't enough
to tyrannise Greece
then Olympus went and committed a crime
            of its own as well.


The brain of the World has become stupefied
flinging at their hollow heads
its ferocious desire
            to be God. 


By these Gods
which will control everything from on high
and even more appalling
us who Will and Chance in tandem have
            wanted to keep down here...
despite the fact we roamed the Earth backwards and forwards
to bring about Great Changes in the World
all opinion will defame us
and none of our testimony will ever be heard. 


And that is also why I'm afraid
that we who walked on the Earth alone
will be left completely devoid of history.
 

Translation by   PHILIP RAMP

AS IDEOLOGIAS Poema de ILIAS FOUKIS

 

AS IDEOLOGIAS 

Quando gradeias a terra és obrigado a olhar para os dois lados.

Quando desvias a cabeça do lado esquerdo do coração sentes-te satisfeito porque és aquele que espantosamente arrasta sobre o gélido academicismo da Matéria. Pensamento e Temporada.

Quando viras a cabeça para o lado direito dos Sonhos tristemente confirmas que tudo ganhou uma alma e que nesta Ordem Nova das Coisas a Terra é que te está a arrastar com uma disposição feroz e com o demonismo do declínio.

E que nada mais podes fazer do que pôr travões no coração e nas paixões acreditando que a evolução da História na tua mente... tão cheia de pensamentos... é que te deveriam levar à conclusão que seria a felicidade absoluta mesmo que tivesses a ser arrastado mas olhando para o centro... que é sempre o alvo.

Depois concluis que desde que perdeste o lado esquerdo do Coração e também o lado direito dos Sonhos deverás ficar exactamente onde estás.

Como um grito de raiva e indignação por os movimentos errados dos Mundos.

Tradução livre de Maria Jovita Caires

LARTËSIA Poem by ILIAS FOUKIS

               

     

 LARTËSIA

Në akullnajat e ftohta të Antarktidës
e vetmja që më mungonte,
ishte ngrohtësia,
e cila gjendej me shumicë
vetëm në shkretëtirën e Saharës.

Në nxehtësinë
dhe në thatësirën e Saharës
i vetmi që më mungonte ishte gjelbërimi ,
i cili gjendej me shumicë
vetëm në pyjet e dendur të Amazonës.

I zhytur në Oazin e Amazonës
e vetmja gjë që më mungonte 
ishte Lartësia,
e cila gjendej me shumicë
vetëm në Malet e Himalajeve.

Tani që arrita në majën e Himalajeve
e shoh se prej këtej
nuk mund të ëndërosh asgjë tjetër.

Në këtë Lartësi qetësia dhe siguria
janë kaq të paprekshme
saqë unë mund të vdes në vetmi.

Prandaj, po qe se dua të jetoj
e vetmja zgjidhje
është zbritja.
     

Përktheu nga greqishtja 

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OH! AMI GREC, Poème de COLETTE PALATE

 COLETTE  PALATE


OH! AMI GREC,

                 
                                       Dédié poète Elias Foukis


Enfants de héros et de divinités
Qui à chaque génération
A eu sa part de malédictions
Et dont la fuite en avant
A toujours été un faux-fuyant
Mettant les cités et leurs habitants
A feu et à sang
Il n'est que d'évoquez
Oedipe Ulysse Hélène et les Troyens
Antigone Zeus Achille Agamemnon
Cassandre Andromaque Prométhée
Clytemnestre Circée Thèbes et les Achéens .

 
L'histoire nous a conté
Ces épisodes de guerres
Toutes aussi meutrières
Et nous avons toujours répété.

 
Réussirons-nous un jour
A enlevé à Achille cette folie meurtrière
Sans recours au dopage de la guerre
A la méthadone des petites violences
A le ramener chez lui au coeur de la nuit
A changer notre destin
Sans nous emparer du sien
A éclairer les pénombres de l'existence
Comme celle de la pénurie d'aujourd'hui
Ce sera alors une grande beauté
Une Beauté différente
Plus aveuglante que la sienne
Mais infiniment plus limpide.