The Snapshots
from part a
seriphos
Sailing along the island at high noon. Your nude arms burn on the prow. The small embraces keep unfolding, one from the other, until at last the great one opens out, the white crown on its head.
rhodos
In the old Greek quarter. Whatever the eye can catch from half-open doors: barefoot babies and huge banana leaves. In the background laundry on the line, a cat.
palermo
Church interior as it appeared in my sleep. Reddish frescoes and, on the floor, black and white tiles. Heat.
ampurias
Autumn afternoon among the ruins. You gaze at the sea, dull in the fine rain, and think about a lost Greek empire. For the sake of language, not anything else.
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from part b
mytilene
A spoonful of blackberry preserves after afternoon sleep.
chios
Pyrgi. From the unbearable heat to the moist interior of the church. A sensation of whitewash and half-vanished frescoes the length of the body.
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from part c
annoula
As she bathes, having finished the laundry, in the large stone basin of the house. White luminous body.
speranza
As the moon advances and captures her feet-first. She floats on her back in its light and, from the rise and fall of her nude breasts, a scent of garden and of sea arrive.
demetra
High on the chimney of the roof. The wind takes hair and dress. Her very skin glows and she turns left and right like a bird, inexplicably happy.
billio
Who lets her nightgown drop, picks it up, discards it finally and sits facing the balcony, her bra unfastened in the back.
poppy, angela, harikleia
Who sleep deeply: one with her thighs this way; the other's hand on a naked breast; the third's right leg flexed, arms high around her head. While a breeze of bruised violet and lemon tree rounds the door's lip.
yes yes yes, from Eros, Eros, Eros by O.E. once again.
more pages to work on.
from part a
seriphos
Sailing along the island at high noon. Your nude arms burn on the prow. The small embraces keep unfolding, one from the other, until at last the great one opens out, the white crown on its head.
rhodos
In the old Greek quarter. Whatever the eye can catch from half-open doors: barefoot babies and huge banana leaves. In the background laundry on the line, a cat.
palermo
Church interior as it appeared in my sleep. Reddish frescoes and, on the floor, black and white tiles. Heat.
ampurias
Autumn afternoon among the ruins. You gaze at the sea, dull in the fine rain, and think about a lost Greek empire. For the sake of language, not anything else.
/
from part b
mytilene
A spoonful of blackberry preserves after afternoon sleep.
chios
Pyrgi. From the unbearable heat to the moist interior of the church. A sensation of whitewash and half-vanished frescoes the length of the body.
/
from part c
annoula
As she bathes, having finished the laundry, in the large stone basin of the house. White luminous body.
speranza
As the moon advances and captures her feet-first. She floats on her back in its light and, from the rise and fall of her nude breasts, a scent of garden and of sea arrive.
demetra
High on the chimney of the roof. The wind takes hair and dress. Her very skin glows and she turns left and right like a bird, inexplicably happy.
billio
Who lets her nightgown drop, picks it up, discards it finally and sits facing the balcony, her bra unfastened in the back.
poppy, angela, harikleia
Who sleep deeply: one with her thighs this way; the other's hand on a naked breast; the third's right leg flexed, arms high around her head. While a breeze of bruised violet and lemon tree rounds the door's lip.
yes yes yes, from Eros, Eros, Eros by O.E. once again.
more pages to work on.