Danaerys Papadea

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“The scribe objects. You can’t put it like that,
I can’t write that. But the client
is a tough small woman forty years old.
She insists. She needs her letter
to open out full of pleated revolving silk
and the soft lobes of her ears
where she flaunts those thin silver wires.

She wants to tell her dream to the only one
who will get the drift. How she saw their children lying
every one dressed out in their simplest fears. They glowed,
the shape of their sentence outlined in sea green.
Among those beloved exiles
one sighed happy, as a curtain
lightened and the grammar changed, and the wall
showed pure white in the shape of a bird’s wing.

But when she whispered it to the scribe he frowned
and she saw she had got it wrong, she had come
to a place where they all spoke the one language:
it rose up before her like a quay wall
draped in sable weeds. He said,
You can’t put those words into your letter.
It will weigh too heavy, it will cost too much,
it will break the strap of the postman’s bag,
it will crack his collarbone. The bridges
are all so bad now, with that weight to shift
he’s bound to stumble. He’ll never make it alive.”
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin, The Boys of Bluehill
tags: poem

Guillermo del Toro
“Eons of loneliness, and then one day your ellipsis peaks toward that of another planet and there is a gasp of nearness. Wouldn’t you try to make the most of it? Wouldn’t you, too, combust and flare and explode if you had to?”
Guillermo del Toro, The Shape of Water

Guillermo del Toro
“In the end, perfection is just a concept - an impossibility we use to torture ourselves and that contradicts nature.”
Guillermo del Toro, Cabinet of Curiosities: My Notebooks, Collections, and Other Obsessions

Ζυράννα Ζατέλη
“Ή όπως όταν βρέχει ασταμάτητα, για μέρες -και κάποτε αίφνης σταματάει: δεν είναι τότε ακριβώς που ακούμε πραγματικά τη βροχή; Που συνηθήσαμε στο άκουσμά της και δεν μας έκανε πια εντύπωση, και μόνο όταν σταμάτησε την αντιληφθήκαμε; Δεν συνέβη, όταν όλα ησυχάζουν εκεί έξω, να σκεφτούμε 'έβρεχε', ενώ όσο έβρεχε μας διέφευγε το συμβάν και ο ήχος;”
Ζυράννα Ζατέλη

Ζυράννα Ζατέλη
“Κι όπως άλλοι είναι συνηθισμένοι στον παφλασμό της θάλασσας ή στο ασίγαστο θρόισμα ενός δάσους με σημύδες κι ακούνε τον παφλασμό ή το θρόισμα ακόμα κι αν -για κάποιο λόγο- σταματήσουν τα κύματα ή οι σημύδες να βομβίζουν, έτσι και κείνοι άκουγαν για μέρεςμετά, με κάποια μελαγχολική διάθεση, τα κουδούνια των Τράγων στον αέρα, βρίσκοντάς το περίεργο που οι ίδιοι οι τράγοι έλειπαν...”
Ζυράννα Ζατέλη, Και με το φως του λύκου επανέρχονται

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