If there is no railway strike (there are rumors) I'm off to Thessaloniki. That will be my first time in Northern Greece. I don't know when I'll have a chance to post pictures from now on, maybe not until I return to the states
Enjoy a bunch of new pictures on the attached blog "An Amerikanaki in Athens", especially those of my trip to Corinth last saturday--just below the ones from the sensational show by Elefteria Arvanitaki. My Corinth trip was the first time I set foot in the Peloponessos. If was a fine trip on the excellent new Suburban rail line. Just a hour or so from Athens to Corinth, with some great coastal views along the way.
There are also new pictures in the other sections.
The conversation with Socrates continues, but since I received no responses, I will continue writing off line and will publish a polished version on the blog when I'm in the states again. I really would like your comments but c'est la vie or as the Greeks say "ti na kanome--what can we do?"
- Constantine
- New York, New York, United States
- You can find anything and everything in Constantinople
An Amerikanaki in Athens --2008 Trip to Greece
Baby Blog: Pictures, Images & Poems (click here)
Great Blogs & Sites
http://Johnmetaxas.com Excellent blog on Greek matters
Outrageous Books, Sensational Music, Awesome Art
Julian Barbour's "The End of Time". He says time is an Illusion. The book is hard but he might be right. http://www.platonia.com
Bulgakov's "The Master and Margarita"
Bach's Chaconne in D Minor BWV 1004 (Orig. Violin AND the Busoni Piano transcription!)
Tartini's Sonata in G minor
Our Lady of Vladimir-- Icon from Constantinople, 12th c.
Our Lady of Vladimir
Current Comments 3/5/2008
...and the Truth shall set you free
Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ
The Sublime
From the facing page of Thomas Wolfe's
"Look Homeward Angel"
...a stone, a leaf, and unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us has not remained forever a stranger and alone?
A waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost!
Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again
A Dream Within A Dream
By Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—You are not wrong, to deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—How few!
Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
"Look Homeward Angel"
...a stone, a leaf, and unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us has not remained forever a stranger and alone?
A waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost!
Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again
A Dream Within A Dream
By Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—You are not wrong, to deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—How few!
Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
