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August 16, 2011
Η Γιγαντιαία Πτώση Μιας Βλεφαρίδας (Νέο Βιβλίο από τη Μαρία Ιωάννου)
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Η φίλη μου συγγραφέας Μαρία Ιωάννου έχει εκδόσει το βιβλίο της του οποίου το εξώφυλλο διαβάζετε πιο πάνω. Πρόκειται για μια συλλογή με πεζογραφήματα. Έχω υπάρξει μάρτυρας των ικανοτήτων της Μαρίας σε εργαστήρια συγγραφής και retreats που παρακολουθήσαμε μαζί, σε κάποια από τα οποία έχει και η εν λόγω συγγραφέας διδάξει, και μπορώ να σας διαβεβαιώσω για την αφοσίωσή της στη γραφή αλλά και για το πηγαίο της ταλέντο. Περιμένω με αγωνία να πάρω στα χέρια μου ένα αντίγραφο του βιβλίου και να γράψω τις απόψεις μου για τις διάφορες ιστορίες που διαδραματίζονται μέσα. Ήδη γνωρίζω μια από αυτές και είναι μια από τις καλύτερες σύντομες ιστορίες που έχω διαβάσει (ever).
Η φίλη μου συγγραφέας Μαρία Ιωάννου έχει εκδόσει το βιβλίο της του οποίου το εξώφυλλο διαβάζετε πιο πάνω. Πρόκειται για μια συλλογή με πεζογραφήματα. Έχω υπάρξει μάρτυρας των ικανοτήτων της Μαρίας σε εργαστήρια συγγραφής και retreats που παρακολουθήσαμε μαζί, σε κάποια από τα οποία έχει και η εν λόγω συγγραφέας διδάξει, και μπορώ να σας διαβεβαιώσω για την αφοσίωσή της στη γραφή αλλά και για το πηγαίο της ταλέντο. Περιμένω με αγωνία να πάρω στα χέρια μου ένα αντίγραφο του βιβλίου και να γράψω τις απόψεις μου για τις διάφορες ιστορίες που διαδραματίζονται μέσα. Ήδη γνωρίζω μια από αυτές και είναι μια από τις καλύτερες σύντομες ιστορίες που έχω διαβάσει (ever).
June 20, 2011
Prayer: Oh Sacred English Thought
Prayer: Oh Sacred English Thought (re-posted during exam periods)
Oh sacred thought of English
in this time of exam worry come forth to visit
Come to ignite exhilaration to my injured spirit
Come to de-misery all this false alignment of fear of falling
For I really believe in your existence
And I truly envision myself enveloped in Wisdom Glory
Oh sacred thought of English
Bring forth your persistence as much as I now need it
In this time of uncertainty you are all I have to beat it
A memory of years and years' learning
The teachers' voices and their Advice burning
The texts, the exercises, the multiple choice could all echo in my head
If only your Holiness gave a push and were reborn from my forehead
Born again, born anew.
O holy English Knowledge you come with any name
Dressed up in Saxon vowels and stitched in solid consonants
Garmented in a fleshy syntax of Noun-Verb-Object frequency
So that I remember what I have forgotten and besieged
In years and years' carelessness, effortlessness and juvenile delinquency I now regret.
Oh how much my temptation builds up in all this inglorious stress
To just let go and be engulfed inside my gamer forever
To go outside and run free in the fields with friends who do not care
But you whisper to me so welcomingly
That all carefreeness could be summed up on a day after tomorrow
Because the day of tomorrow requests from me things different
Deeper thoughts, philosophy and judgment
Fluency, argumentation and accent.
These are the values and techniques I need from you
Oh sacred English Wisdom inside my hippocampus carried unseen
Rise! Unveil in this basket I offer thee
All the vocabulary I have ever spoken, read, heard or seen
For it belongs to my mouth, my ears and my hands
These are my tools, these are my weapons, and these are my golden guns
For tomorrow in these Devilishly Demanding Tests
Only you may load the silver bullets up for me, oh Sacred English Thought.
For I will shoot with all my might from first page to the last.
Oh sacred thought of English
in this time of exam worry come forth to visit
Come to ignite exhilaration to my injured spirit
Come to de-misery all this false alignment of fear of falling
For I really believe in your existence
And I truly envision myself enveloped in Wisdom Glory
Oh sacred thought of English
Bring forth your persistence as much as I now need it
In this time of uncertainty you are all I have to beat it
A memory of years and years' learning
The teachers' voices and their Advice burning
The texts, the exercises, the multiple choice could all echo in my head
If only your Holiness gave a push and were reborn from my forehead
Born again, born anew.
O holy English Knowledge you come with any name
Dressed up in Saxon vowels and stitched in solid consonants
Garmented in a fleshy syntax of Noun-Verb-Object frequency
So that I remember what I have forgotten and besieged
In years and years' carelessness, effortlessness and juvenile delinquency I now regret.
Oh how much my temptation builds up in all this inglorious stress
To just let go and be engulfed inside my gamer forever
To go outside and run free in the fields with friends who do not care
But you whisper to me so welcomingly
That all carefreeness could be summed up on a day after tomorrow
Because the day of tomorrow requests from me things different
Deeper thoughts, philosophy and judgment
Fluency, argumentation and accent.
These are the values and techniques I need from you
Oh sacred English Wisdom inside my hippocampus carried unseen
Rise! Unveil in this basket I offer thee
All the vocabulary I have ever spoken, read, heard or seen
For it belongs to my mouth, my ears and my hands
These are my tools, these are my weapons, and these are my golden guns
For tomorrow in these Devilishly Demanding Tests
Only you may load the silver bullets up for me, oh Sacred English Thought.
For I will shoot with all my might from first page to the last.
