Σημείωση Ποιείν: Εγκαινιάζουμε σήμερα τη συνεργασία μας με το ζωγράφο Ιωάννη Μουχασίρη, έργα του οποίου -προσωπογραφίες ποιητών από τη συλλογή του Πεπτωκότες 2009- θα παρουσιάζονται στο Ποιείν συνοδευόμενα από ποιήματα.

 

2 little whos

2 little whos
(he and she)
under are this
wonderful tree

smiling stand
(all realms of where
and when beyond)
now and here

(far from a grown
-up i&you-
ful world of known)
who and who

(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible

a man who had fallen among thieves

a man who had fallen among thieves
lay by the roadside on his back
dressed in fifteenthrate ideas
wearing a round jeer for a hat

fate per a somewhat more than less
emancipated evening
had in return for consciousness
endowed him with a changeless grin

whereon a dozen staunch and Meal
citizens did graze at pause
then fired by hypercivic zeal
sought newer pastures or because

swaddled with a frozen brook
of pinkest vomit out of eyes
which noticed nobody he looked
as if he did not care to rise

one hand did nothing on the vest
its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt
while the mute trouserfly confessed
a button solemnly inert.

Brushing from whom the stiffened puke
i put him all into my arms
and staggered banged with terror through
a million billion trillion stars

Ballad of the Scholar’s Lament

When I have struggled through three hundred years
of Roman history, and hastened o’er
Some French play-(though I have my private fears
Of flunking sorely when I take the floor
In class),-when I have steeped my soul in gore
And Greek, and figured over half a ream
With Algebra, which I do (not) adore,
How shall I manage to compose a theme?

It’s well enough to talk of poor and peers,
And munch the golden apples’ shiny core,
And lay a lot of heroes on their biers;-
While the great Alec, knocking down a score,
Takes out his handkerchief, boohoo-ing, “More!”-
But harshly I awaken from my dream,
To find a new,-er,-privilege,-in store:
How shall I manage to compose a theme?

After I’ve swallowed prophecies of seers,
And trailed Aeneas from the Trojan shore,
Learned how Achilles, after many jeers,
On piggy Agamemnon got to sore,
And heard how Hercules, Esq., tore
Around, and swept and dusted with a stream,
There’s one last duty,-let’s not call it bore,-
How shall I manage to compose a theme?

Envoi

Of what avail is all my mighty lore?
I beat my breast, I tear my hair, I scream:
“Behold, I have a Herculean chore.
How shall I manage to compose a theme?”

all in green

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift red deer
the red rare deer.

Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.

Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.

Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrow sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.

Four tall stags at the green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.

am was

am was. are leaves few this. is these a or
scratchily over which of earth dragged once
-ful leaf. & were who skies clutch an of poor
how colding hereless. air theres what immense
live without every dancing. singless on-
ly a child’s eyes float silently down
more than two those that and that noing our
gone snow gone
yours mine
. We’re
alive and shall be:cities may overflow(am
was)assassinating whole grassblades,five
ideas can swallow a man;three words im
-prison a woman for all her now:but we’ve
such freedom such intense digestion so
much greenness only dying makes us grow

 

Βιογραφικό

O Iωάννης Mουχασίρης γεννήθηκε στην Aθήνα το 1966. Σπούδασε Zωγραφική και Γλυπτική στο Corcoran School of Art, Washington, D.C. και Σκηνοθεσία στο American University και την Kινηματογραφική Aκαδημία της Πράγας. Mε ταινίες του, μικρού μήκους, έχει συμμετάσχει σε φεστιβάλ στην Aμερική και την Eυρώπη. Έχει παρουσιάσει τη δουλειά του σε εννέα ατομικές και πολλές ομαδικές εκθέσεις στην Eλλάδα και το εξωτερικό.

ΑΤΟΜΙΚΕΣ ΕΚΘΕΣΕΙΣ

2009 “Πεπτωκότες”, Τεχνόπολις Δήμου Αθηναίων, Αθήνα
2009 Τεχνοχώρος Το Μήλο, Αθήνα
2006 Αίθουσα Τέχνης Metamorfosis, Θεσσαλονίκη
2006 ?Jamais Vu?, Τεχνοχώρος Το Μήλο, Αθήνα
2002 “Χρωμοφοβία”, Αίθουσα Τέχνης Metamorfosis, Θεσσαλονίκη
1999 “Hommo Ludens”, Αίθουσα Τέχνης Metamorfosis, Θεσσαλονίκη
1998 Γκαλερί Νέες Μορφές, Αθήνα
1995 Gallerie Kunst-Heute, Vienna, Austria
1994 “Η Πόλις που Μεγάλωσα”, Γκαλερί Νέες Μορφές, Αθήνα
1989 “Relocations”, The White Walls Gallery, Washington D.C., U.S.A.
1988 Πνευματικό Κέντρο Δήμου Αθηναίων, Αθήνα

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