#giorgios seferis

[betweenthetimeandsound]

"I woke with this marble head in my hands; it exhausts my elbow and I don’t know where to put it down. It was falling into the dream as I was coming out of the dream so our life became one and it will be very difficult for it to separate again.

I look at the eyes: neither open nor closed I speak to the mouth which keeps trying to speak I hold the cheeks which have broken through the skin. That’s all I’m able to do.

My hands disappear and come towards me mutilated." --Mythistorema III, Giorgios Seferis (translated)

I love Giorgios Seferis' poetry quite a bit; I've heard this piece while watching the opening ceremony of the 2004 Olympic Games. The use in context was mystical, so surreal, that it hit me quite a bit. The whole poem (Mythistorema) has a bunch of cool imagery throughout and that's what hooked me on his work.

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[alrederedmixedmedia]

Alredered Remembers Greek poet and 1963 Nobelist Giorgios Seferis, on his birthday.

"Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life." - Giorgios Seferis

[cutulisci]

Scrivi:

l'inchiostro scarseggia

cresce il mare.

Giorgio Seferis

[elizabethanism]

“The moonlight plunged over them all like a fishnet woven of violet steel.”

~ Yorgos Seferis

[snatching-ishidates-wig]

The Return of the Exile (by Giorgios Seferis)

‘My old friend, what are you looking for? After years abroad you’ve come back with images you’ve nourished under foreign skies far from you own country.’ ‘I’m looking for my old garden; the trees come to my waist and the hills resemble terraces yet as a child I used to play on the grass under great shadows and I would run for hours breathless over the slopes.’ ‘My old friend, rest, you’ll get used to it little by little; together we will climb the paths you once knew, we will sit together under the plane trees’ dome. They’ll come back to you little by little, your garden and your slopes.’ ‘I’m looking for my old house, the tall windows darkened by ivy; I’m looking for the ancient column known to sailors. How can I get into this coop? The roof comes to my shoulders and however far I look I see men on their knees as though saying their prayers.’ ‘My old friend, don’t you hear me? You’ll get used to it little by little. Your house is the one you see and soon friends and relatives will come knocking at the door to welcome you back tenderly.’ ‘Why is your voice so distant? Raise your head a little so that I understand you. As you speak you grow gradually smaller as though you’re sinking into the ground.’ ‘My old friend, stop a moment and think: you’ll get used to it little by little. Your nostalgia has created a non-existent country, with laws alien to earth and man.’ ‘Now I can’t hear a sound. My last friend has sunk. Strange how from time to time they level everything down. Here a thousand scythe-bearing chariots go past and mow everything down.’

[rafaelmartinezdelaparrafan]

La memoria….

[dompacism]

"Degetele simt racoarea pietrei un pic, Apoi, febra corpului predomina peste ea iar peștera își împarte sufletul și o pierde fiecare moment, plin de tacere, fără o picătură de apă." Giorgios Seferis -  Înca mai bine într-o peșteră

[canesenzafissadimora]

Erano belli i tuoi occhi, ma non sapevi dove guardare. Giorgios Seferis

[diode-book]

The Leaf Of The Poplar by Giorgios Seferis

It trembled so, the wind set it sailing it trembled so, how could it not yield to the wind far beyond the sea far beyond an island in the sun and hand gripping oars dying the last stroke at the sighting of port tired eyes closing like sea anemones It trembled so much I sought it so much in the shade of the eucalyptus Spring to Autumn bare in the close woods my God I sought it

[historiasdeldivan]

[dinonfissatoaffetto]

- Giorgio Seferis

[cosechenondico]

Scrivi: l'inchiostro scarseggia cresce il mare. - Giorgio seferis Che la poesia sia sempre con voi.💕

La poesia è poesia quando porta con se un segreto.

- Ungaretti.

E con te.🎈

[yohan04-blog1]

6 curiosites de Yukio Mishima

L'artiste Todo, comme la plupart d'entre nous, a un certain nombre de caracteristiques personnelles et professionnelles qui ne sont pas toujours connues du grand public. Ce sont des curiosites qui le rendent plus attractif et enrichissent sa silhouette, mais qui restent dans bien des cas voilees pour ceux qui ne sont pas specialistes de son travail.

Puisque nous aimons vraiment les curiosites et les bizarreries de nos ecrivains preferes, nous voulions faire venir l'un des conteurs japonais les plus importants du XXe siecle, Yukio Mishima. Vous les avez peut-etre deja rencontres, mais peut-etre aurions-nous pu contribuer a decouvrir quelque chose que vous ne saviez pas sur l'auteur de Confessions d'un masque . Continue de lire!

#une. Le vrai nom de Mishima etait Kimitake Hiraoka

Il existe de nombreuses anecdotes qui circulent sur l'origine du pseudonyme Yukio Mishima. Celui qui est le plus souvent cite est celui qui fait reference a Fumio Shimizu, l'enseignant et mentor qui a ouvert les portes du monde des lettres. C'est lui qui a suggere au jeune Kimitake Hiraoka de choisir un nom litteraire pour proteger sa famille preeminente.

Apparemment , Shimizu est devenu le pseudonyme litteraire lors d'un voyage en  train: au passage a travers la ville de Mishima (situee pres de Tokyo, a l'est de la prefecture de Shizuoka et au pied du mont Fuji), et regardez le Snowy Fuji ( yuki veux dire "neige" en japonais), a decide que ce serait un pseudonyme que son eleve prendrait pour se consacrer aux lettres. Cependant, la famille de Yukio Mishima a soutenu que l'ecrivain avait trouve son nom de scene en choisissant au hasard le nom dans un annuaire telephonique.

#deux. Il etait un auteur prolifique qui a aborde divers genres

Au cours de ses 45 annees de vie, Yukio Mishima a ete l'auteur de pas moins de 257 pieces - dont des romans, des histoires, 18 pieces et un film. Cela nous fait nous demander ou l’ecrivain japonais serait alle s’il n’avait pas s'est suicide a un si jeune age.

# 3. Il s'est debarrasse de l'armee par un mensonge

Lorsque la Seconde Guerre mondiale a commence, Yukio Mishima, comme tant de jeunes de sa generation, a recu l'ordre de se presenter a la marine imperiale japonaise. Lorsqu'il s'est presente, l'ecrivain aurait eu des signes de maladie et aurait menti a des medecins disant qu'il etait atteint de tuberculose.

# 4. Il etait un grand adepte de la musculation

Yukio Mishima etait un homme voue au culte du corps. Vers 1955, il commenca a s'entrainer avec des poids afin de transformer son corps, de constitution faible et mince, en celui d'un homme fort, portant desormais des regimes hebdomadaires rigoureux qu'il maintint jusqu'a la fin de ses jours. Il etait egalement un adepte des disciplines des arts martiaux comme kendo .

Son culte du corps etait tel qu'il s'etait lui-meme represente dans des poses frappantes comme un San Sebastián perce de fleches, noye dans des sables mouvants, heurte par un camion ou avec une hache sur la tete.

# 5. Il a ete nomine pour le prix Nobel de litterature jusqu'a trois fois

La chance etait insaisissable avec Yukio Mishima en ce qui concerne le prix Nobel de litterature. Il a ete nomine pour ce prix a trois reprises au cours des annees 1960. Le premier remonte a 1963, l'annee ou il faisait partie d'une liste de six candidats finalistes, bien que le prix ait ete decerne au poete grec Giorgios Seferis.

# 6. Se suicide par rituel traditionnel ou seppuku

Yukio Mishima a ete lie pendant son existence a l'idee de suicide, en particulier au cours des dernieres annees de sa vie. A cette epoque, il fait partie de la  Tatenokai ('Le Shield Society '), une milice privee composee de jeunes etudiants patriotes dedies a l'etude des arts martiaux et des disciplines physiques.

Anime par l'esprit de protestation et la volonte de changer la situation politique dans son pays, le 25 novembre 1970, il se rend avec quatre membres de la «Shield Society» au siege du commandement oriental des Forces d'autodefense  japonaises. a Tokyo. La, ils se sont barricades, ont capture le commandant et ont encourage les soldats a effectuer un coup d'Etat pour ramener l'empereur a sa juste place.

La fin de Yukio Mishima, alors que la defaite approchait, fut terrible. Il a opte pour le rituel de seppuku , appartenant a la bushido ( le code ethique des samourais) pour se suicider. le  seppuku consiste a enfoncer un poignard dans le ventre de gauche a droite pour etre ensuite decapite par un assistant.

La mort de Yukio Mishima ressemblait plus a une boucherie qu'a autre chose. Le partenaire affecte a la decapitation, Masakatsu Morita, n'a pas pu le faire apres plusieurs tentatives infructueuses, avec Hiroyasu Koka en charge de terminer le travail.

Et vous, connaissez-vous plus d'anecdotes ou de curiosites de Yukio Mishima?

[ukdamo]

II. Mycenae

Giorgios Seferis

I have seen in the night the sharp peak of the mountain, seen the plain beyond flooded with the light of an invisible moon, seen, turning my head, black stones huddled and my life taut as a chord beginning and end the final moment: my hands. Sinks whoever raises the great stones; I've raised these stones as long as I was able I've loved these stones as long as I was able these stones, my fate. Wounded by my own soil tortured by my own shirt condemned by my own gods, these stones. I know that they don't know, but I who've followed so many times the path from killer to victim from victim to punishment from punishment to the next murder, groping the inexhaustible purple that night of the return when the Furies began whistling in the meagre grass I've seen snakes crossed with viper - knotted over the evil generation our fate. Voices out of the stone out of sleep deeper here where the world darkens, memory of toil rooted in the rhythm beaten upon the earth by feet forgotten. Bodies sunk into the foundations of the other time, naked. Eyes fixed, fixed on a point that you can't make out, much as you want to: the soul struggling to become your own soul. Not even the silence is now yours here where the mill stones have stopped turning.

[elizabethanism]

“Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of all the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life”

Giorgios Seferis, 1900-1971

[zarawest]

Don't Get Sued: Get Permission to Legally Quote from Another Writer

Don’t Get Sued: Get Permission to Legally Quote from Another Writer

~Have You Covered All Your Bases?~

Do you know how to legally quote from another writer in your own commercial works? In scholarly works, it is usually acceptable to quote from someone as long as you put it inside quotation marks, footnote, and include a bibliography. That just doesn’t work in commercial fiction and non-fiction.

When I was writing my first novel, I wanted to include a quote and a…