Blind to see the darkness
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Vasileios (Vasilis) Vasileiadis was born on a Saturday, sometime, somewhere in Greece, but daily strives being a citizen of the world, 7 pounds and 0,87 ounces. Inflicted by the incurable syndrome of a never-ending adolescence, an unorthodox and impulsive mind that disrespected any “establishment” or “institute” capable of producing and selling certainties, realities, beliefs, fanaticism, fixated ideas etc.
Breastfed until two-and-a-half-year-old he was nourished in an environment where the good nature of adequacy prevailed. He now weighs 242 pound and unfortunately the effects of his “syndrome” have irrevocably and tragically deteriorated. He considers himself “creatively anti-systemic”. He strongly believes that the academic systematic education has nothing to do with cultivation. Despite this beliefs, he studied Medicin at the Freie Universitaet Berlin (Germany). Along with his medical studies, he took sociological courses as well. He participated actively in the anti-psychiatric movement of that time and studied the sociological aspect of poetry. For 30 years now, with an indolent pace, with no trace of repentance and eccentric attitude he has surrendered to his passion of serving Poetry through “the minimum”- as he characterizes- the poetic structure. His first public exposure was during 1980-1981 with his poetry collection “Filthy and Dependent Nation” published by KATOS-EGNATIA. Much of his work has also been published by international literature and art journals (such as Lettre International, etc.)
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Blind to see the darkness - Vasileios Vasileiadis
PREFACE
The Dissident is a person who actively challenges a doctrine, a policy or an established institution; he is not simply the one who thinks differently, but the one who explicitly expresses his dissent and manifests it in some way to his fellow citizens and the State. How is the feeling of love seen by a dissident? What is Eros?
Eros, a Greek term meaning Love
, physical love but also the physical and carnal desire to possess the other, but how does all this come about? In Hesiod’s mythological poem, The Theogony, in which the history and genealogy of the Greek gods are told, we read So it was Chaos first, and then Gaia with a large chest, a safe home for everyone forever the immortals who hold the peaks of the snowy Olympus, and foggy Tartarus in the recesses of the earth from the wide roads, and then Eros, the most beautiful of the immortal gods, that breaks the limbs, and of all gods and all men tame the heart and wise counsel in the chest. From Chaos were born Erevos and black Nyx. From Nyx came Ether and Hemere that she gave birth conceived with Heresy united in love with reos
, In the second part of Genesis God, forms the first man from dust, places him in the Garden of Eden, man gives names to animals, thus affirming his authority in the divine creation, and God creates the first woman, Eve, shaping her from the body of man. Adam and Eve, the first men on earth free to commit sin, to fall into temptation, one of the great truths of the human being. Why does man fall into temptation? Because temptation is part of man, because man is the only one guilty of his own mistakes, just as Adam and Eve were guilty of their mistake, guilty of having tasted the forbidden fruit, guilty of having taken the first human freedom and free will. The temptation has always been and always will be one of the great truths of human love, it is the erotic pleasure that fights against God. And this is how eros is born, when the audacity and the ability to take one’s own freedom blows up the futility of prudence in being subjected to all that is undesirable within
, this is how love as eros is born, that nourishes passion, the connotation that confirms individuality, the thrill of poetry that is born to arouse emotion, the unexpected happiness of pleasure, the carnal love that deserves to be consumed.
Many philosophers, psychologists, poets have long wondered about love, eroticism, temptation, arriving at the awareness that nowadays everything that once constituted a taboo attracts man much more, finding Eros is equivalent to finding the Holy Grail
, Keeping it alive is necessary so that the energy of love does not disappear completely, that same love which is ruthless
, which allows you to love even when you are stabbed by the woman or man in your life, because only by continuing to love will you still have the beauty of erotic truth... This is love.
1
Provinces of the world
solitary places and experienced forgers of truth
lustfully beautiful
of sights of life’s abscesses full
here
people secretly follow the career of a lifer
others glorious and others anonymous
dazed embalmers of the dead dream
listening resentfully to the becoming of time.
On weekdays,
conspiring with survival already overnight,
each of them a foster of a rusted Ego
they neurotically try to get utilized
insusceptible to the view of paralyzed values
their purulent ranks through matins of saints they purify
in this mud
people conceal the corrosion deep,
beneath their polished skin
beloved couples,
bridegrooms into reduced perspective
dazzling in the gowns of thinking lovers
loveless
gazing at the embalmed love
dark coprophilous fungi the emotions,
they penetrate nefariously into alienated vulvas
and I,
with a dilated phallus as eye,
watch the spermatic flood-tides in the lower abdomens.
8
Midnight
in anticipation of mouldy tomorrow
in Lucas’ Manhattan-Pub, Alabama Songs are playing
to the deepest repressed emotions have surrendered the dastards
they invest in the unreal
fortune hunters of the minor truth
with spasms of epileptic gnosiology
they plan their lives
fragrant trash
and neuroses of pendulous dreams.
It occurred in the provinces unexpectedly,
that night by the lake
all alone we were living the last truth of our dreams,
among the apple trees
the embraced shadows of two dissimilar individuals
breathing love
the lyric chemistry liquidizing the emotions to mucous membranes’ extracts
lying in your back you rack in ecstasy
my passion’s tongue drains out of your swollen pussy the exotic cocktail of your come
the thirst I quench of my breathless senses
while the wind decorates your hair with chamomile blossoms and wildflowers.
You can hear my dick smilingly lapping on your ardent lips
slow-moving the enjoyment of the instinct
reveals the illiterate knowledge
falling prone you let the piratical phallus loot the deep-bosomed honesty
by rapid-fire attacks between your pooped-up buttocks
with gusts of sighs, pleasure executes the individualism’s bragging lie
unsuspicious
the volitional communalism I suck on your erect nipples
which mockingly stand right