The Hug - Thom Gunn

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
_____Half of the night with our old friend
__________Who'd showed us in the end
_____To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
__________Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.

I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
__________Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
__________Your instep to my heel,
_____My shoulder-blades against your chest.
_____It was not sex, but I could feel
_____The whole strength of your body set,
_______________Or braced, to mine,
___________And locking me to you
_____As if we were still twenty-two
_____When our grand passion had not yet
___________Become familial.
_____My quick sleep had deleted all
_____Of intervening time and place.
___________I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.

Innocent When You Dream

Πριν Μερικούς Μήνες...

Κι ίσως μια μέρα να πεις: δε μου θυμίζεις ούτε κι εσύ τίποτα πια, και οι εικόνες σου ξεθώριασαν γιατί τις έβαλα δίπλα στο τζάμι, και τα ρούχα που μου είχε αφήσει έπιασαν σκόρο, και τα τραγούδια σου στο ραδιόφωνο παίζουν μόνο αργά το βράδυ κι εκείνες τις μέρες που ερχόμουν να σε δω δεν τις θυμάμαι. Κι όλα τ'αστέρια του ουρανού σε φτιάχνουν σχήματα και σχέδια παιδικά, αλλά δυό πρόσωπα θλιμμένα, αντικρυστά που αποφεύγουν να κοιτάξουν το ένα το άλλο στα μάτια και θυμάμαι που μου έλεγες ότι από κοντά ζαλίζεσαι όταν προσπαθείς να κοιτάξεις και τα δυό μου μάτια ταυτόχρονα και τίποτα άλλο δεν μου μένει απ'το να τα κοιτάω στον καθρέπτη μέχρι να ζαλιστώ και να κάτσω στο πάτωμα και να ψάχνω για παλιές σου οδοντόβουτσες πεταμένες, να ψάχνω για προφυλακτικά άδεια και μπατονέτες από προχθές και σπίρτα που λίγο έλειψε να μου κάψουν το σπίτι και να φαντάζομαι να στα λέω όλα αυτά κι εσύ να λες ότι είμαι χαζή.

OHMYGOD

Okay. Simera to paraekana. Ohi oti synithos den to paratravao, alla simera to paraekana.
Efaga:
- ena piato patates fournou me kounoupidi, mprokolo kai kotopoulo
- dyo piata (ena tsikalaki!) pilafi me garides
- 3 mila
- 1 mpiskoto
- ena megalo brioche me lahanika kai salata
- ena giaourti me rasberries

Tora pou ta egrapsa den eimai sigouri oti einai paaaara polla, alla eleos, eho skasei.

I Love You

Inspired by K

I am the youngest person doing a PhD in my College. I keep listening to superficial comic lectures about methods and the problems with methods and a lot of in-depth questions about ethnography and postmodernism.

I spend at least two and a half hours on at least four London buses daily.

I am addicted to MySpace. My boyfriend won't add me. He's teasing. Again.

I am told I should be attending English courses because I do not operate in English as a first language. But English was the first language I learned. I was two and speaking fluently in American English. I was watching Sesame Street and getting cans of Coke out of my grandma's dry cleaner's machine for fun. My parents were convinced it would be so hard for me to adjust to Greek.

I am learning Portuguese because I always wanted to learn as many languages as possible. Because I always wanted to see the world. Not as a tourist. I still do.

I am drinking tea in the mornings instead of coffee for a change. I remember when I used to drink 7 coffees per day. I remember smoking more than 2 packets of cigarettes per day. I drink one coffee per day and smoke less than 15 cigarettes per day.

I do to this cafe every day, even for fifteen minutes.

I have no money of my own and keep sending my CV to various research vacancies.

I am planning to go to Nicaragua.

I want to go to the WSF 2007 in Nairobi.

I keep bitching to myself about losing weight, but I love brioches.

I've been reading this book for two weeks now.

This is how it feels.