VASSILIS POLYZOS, The Bilingual Poems: floating butterflies / karaoke club
floating butterflies with a gentle puff of breath
hőr! das Glockenspiel!
others have died after all we are still alive and what is more our old photos have forgotten us so we are free to write little ballads on the retina of the flowers
of course there’s nothing wrong if you are unable to tell one Chinese from another despite your constant travels through yellow woods through muddy rice-bowls or now and then along the wolf-tracks of Albania in buskins
quid? quid? quid? now that are past and gone all venerable trades e.g. the troubadours the rhapsodists the mounted poets?
will the visigoths be summoned for the parade along the Data Avenue under the arches of triumph?
anyway even for the deceased it has been said that their hair keeps growing all their lifetime in grave with the exception of the judge who was buried wearing his wig honoris causa
Vassilis Polyzos floating butterflies with a gentle puff of breath a poem from the collection the solar bicycle (Ηλιακό Ποδήλατο)
karaoke club, μια ζωγραφιά του Βασίλη Πολύζου 2011