Down the time-tunnel – through to 1966 and beyond – all stations
are stations of possibility – in this Lovesummer of Explosive Peace and bright
joy – revisiting the pastown like Marley’s Ghost, Marcus’ Ghost, Garvey’s
Ghost, and all the ghosts of Pengersick’s wizard-haunted towering realm, espied
afar overseas, far over tramor and trasna na dtonnta – this Keltek tin-town
tin-pot real – look and learn it… old newspapers – all the styles that have
gone – yesterday’s modernity – faded futurism and peeling paint on boutique
doors and discotech tactile touchstones – all is revealed in the streets of
archaic and lichen-crusted granite and in the faces of those you meet – reality
unfurls its banner and rattles replete –
Metheven howlyak scorches the pavements on the south-facing
hill, the nettley hill over the Cober – June sun sears streets and blue azure
dark dome broods happily with sparkling light-points- pointillism come to life
in impressionistic drowse – nothing changes too much here, I stuck my head
round the door of the dark and cavernous inn to see that naught had changed too
much, except for the bairns running around – playing in the drunken footfalls
of ghost-monks from the 13th Century – the Bewlay Brothers blasting
from a teenage tape-player, sunshine- sunshine – fields of the sun-
and all this shot through with great truths I have yet to
imagine-
ΣΑΝ ΕΓΥΡΙΖ' ΑΠ' ΤΗΝ ΠΥΛΟ, 1935, ΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ ΠΑΓΙΟΥΜΤΖΗΣ
ΔΕΝ ΜΠΟΡΩ, ΜΑΝΟΥΛΑ Μ' (ΓΙΑΤΡΟΣ)_Μάρθα Φριντζήλα
Κοντούλα η βλάχα στα βουνά-Αλεξοπούλου Ντίνα
Ο καιξης - Χατζηχρηστος- Βαμβακαρης
ΧΑΜΕΝΟΙ ΑΓΓΕΛΟΙ - 1948 (Χιώτης-Εσύ 'σαι η αιτία)
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