resist

© Enki Bilal

Resist much, obey little.

Walt Whitman [Leaves of grass, 1855]

how is your life today?

how is your life today?

The letters pile up in the hallway
Junk mail and bills from the catalogues
And the neighbours have guessed 'cos I've cancelled the milk
And they don't hear your voice through the walls anymore

How is your life today?

I was kissed on the cheek by a cold mouth
While the taxi was waiting like a getaway car
Each second seems like a lifetime
And the cat it's been staring at me all this time

How is your life today?

Steven Wilson [How is your life today?, 2000]

Porcupine Tree - How is your life today?

Trains

The railway, Rannoch Moor, Scotland

Train set and match spied under the blind
Shiny and contoured the railway winds
And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed
The hiss of the train at the railway head

Always the summers are slipping away

A 60 ton angel falls to the earth
A pile of old metal, a radiant blur
Scars in the country, the summer and her

Always the summers are slipping away
Find me a way for making it stay

When I hear the engine pass
I'm kissing you wide
The hissing subsides
I'm in luck

When the evening reaches here
You're tying me up
I'm dying of love
It's OK

Steven Wilson [Trains, 2002]

Porcupine Tree - Trains

Little Sputnik

- Sometimes I feel so - I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going.
- Like a little lost Sputnik?
- I guess so.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart [1999]

όταν φιλιούνται δυο

στήλη βασάλτη, Εβρίδες / © I.A. Daglis

Αλλάζει ο κόσμος όταν φιλιούνται δυο
Μεταμορφώνεται, όλα αγιάζουν
Ο σκλάβος βγάζει στους ώμους του φτερά
Παύεις να είσαι ένας ακόμα ίσκιος.

Ζητάω το πρόσωπό σου, ξανά παραληρώ
Βραγιά των γιασεμιών και στην πληγή αλάτι
Αγκάθι του θανάτου, αυγή του φεγγαριού
Γραφή θαλασσινή απάνω στον βασάλτη.

Θανάσης Παπακωνσταντίνου [Ηλιόπετρα, 2014]

Ηλιόπετρα - Σωκράτης Μάλαμας