by George Seferis
The sun was mine and yours; we
Who's suffering behind the golden silk, who's dying?
A woman beating her dried breasts cried out:
they've taken my children and torn them to shreds, you've
gazing at the fire-flies at dusk with a strange look.
lost in blind thought."
The blood was drying on a hand that a tree made green,
a warrior was asleep clutching the lance that flared
It was ours, this sun,
we saw nothing behind the gold
then the messengers came, dirty and breathless
stuttering unintelligible words
twenty days and nights on the barren earth with thorns
twenty days and nights feeling the bellies of the horses
and not a moment's break
to drink the rain water.
You told them to rest first and then to speak, the light
They died saying: "We con't have time,"
rays of the sun.
You'd forgotten that no one rests.
A woman howled
"Cowards," like a dog in the night
Once she would have been beautiful like you
with wet mouth. veins alive beneath the skin. with love.
This sun was ours; you
kept all of it, you didn't want to
And it was then I found out about those things behind the
gold and the silk:
we don't have the time. The messengers were right.
Translated from the
Greek by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard
The Handstand is reduced
in page numbers, but certainly not in relevance to the
importance of texts I am sent by my correspondents. Thank
you all for your faith in my not giving up, AND FOR THE
INSISTENCE THAT I CONTINUE.... Jules,and Gilad.
GEORGE KENNAN: I tell you, the
mind is like any of the other muscles in the body. Unless
it's used, it declines. And the hard difficulty to
overcome, in getting older, is to know in what degree you
can tax your own powers and in what degree you mustn't
try to tax them. In other words, , if you try to do too
much, you make a fool of yourself. If you try to do too
little, you stagnate and you go to pieces.
Frost Kennan died in March,2005. 101 years of age. One of
the most noble and sane men we have had living on this
planet , but few and far between other media texts than
the customary Obit.following the week of his death . This
was a man, ofcourse, who told uncomfortable truths, a man
we must forget as quickly as we can evidently. Well as
editor of a recalcitrant internet magazine I do not care
to forget him and there follows two pages,of obit.,
quotes,and his long essay on the environment. George
Kennan may not rest in peace, we can suspect, seeing how
the world is a mere tumbleweed in the hands of the
financial "rulers" of our governments. There
will be criticism that he invented the CIA, a political
tool . His idea for its use was totally corrupted by USA
Governments, but may those who know how to wield the
truth as a weapon against lies, carry his pilgrimage for
knowledge into the future.J.Braddell,Editor.