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SWAMPED, a novel by Manolis Aligizakis

Posted: 26/06/2021 by vequinox in Literature

SWAMPED a novel by Manolis Aligizakis


Pleased with how well his son was learning the business, Eteo went upstairs, changed into jogging pants and drove to Ambleside Park. As he started his walk, he caught sight of Frankie, a broker he knew from downtown, talking excitedly into his cellphone. At that moment, Frankie saw Eteo and signaled to him to wait. Then he quickly finished his phone call and came up to Eteo to shake his hand.

“How are you, Eteo?”

“I’m good, Frankie, and you?”

“Couldn’t be better, to tell you the truth.”

“What’s up with you? How long has it been since you left Yorkshire?”

“It’s been more than a year now.”

“Where are you these days?”

Lionsgate Entertainment.”

This was a new name to Eteo.

“New company? Resources?”

“Yes, new, but not resources. Films.”

“Films?” Eteo wasn’t sure what Frankie meant.

“Yeah.” Frankie smiled. “Movies. Look it up. It’s going places.”

“I shall.”

            “Have a good day, Eteo,” Frankie said as his phone rang again and he walked off as he answered it.       

             Eteo had met Frankie when they both worked for Yorkshire Securities, one of the solidest firms in Vancouver. He had known Henry, Frankie’s brother, first, and through Henry he had met Frankie, who had risen from a junior broker there to being one of the big wheels in downtown Vancouver.

Frankie had important contacts all over, which meant he could raise huge amounts of money for any deal he thought was good. Eteo knew nothing about the film industry, but if Frankie said Lionsgate Entertainment was going places, Eteo knew he should look into it. He walked toward the 22nd Street dock. The water was beautiful again, with small swells washing over the rocks on the shore and making the sea weed and barnacles that covered them shimmer. Countless sea gulls circled and swooped above calling out strange messages that only gulls understood. Their screeching voices always struck Eteo as almost out of this world. They seemed to inhabit a world of wonders and exaggerations. Did Frankie, who had left the resource sector to get involved in the film industry, inhabit another world of wonders now?

Eteo knew that a lot of brokers followed Frankie wherever he led. They all wanted a piece of whatever action Frankie had. At one time there had even been rumors that Frankie controlled Yorkshire Securities. He had certainly seemed to have the biggest say in everything the firm got into. Then the rumors were that he had left the firm to develop something totally his, a company from scratch. Could this Lionsgate Entertainment be the one? Eteo always admired people who started from the bottom and became leaders in their field. Frankie was such a man, and Eteo promised himself to look into Lionsgate as soon as he could.

      His eyes were drawn to a runabout coming under the Lions Gate Bridge and speeding toward the outer area of English Bay. Runabouts were used as water taxies to ferry harbor pilots, who by law were assigned to command the vessels in and out of the harbor. The water taxis also took seamen from the anchored ships into the harbor, seamen who had to go to the doctor, for instance, or do other required things, and would then run them back to their ship when their work was done. This runabout was racing full tilt to the outer part of the bay and Eteo thought of a line on top of the water, a schematic symbol of people creating and people working, a line of water sliced into two parts, one closer and the other farther away, but coming together to become one mass after the wake subsided. He admired the image and promised to one day set it down in verse.   

Tasos Livaditis-Selected Poems

Posted: 26/06/2021 by vequinox in Literature

      ΚΑΠΟΤΕ το σπίτι ξεχειλίζει απ’ την απαντοχή, και δεν έ-

χουμε πού να σταθούμε, βγαίνουμε τότε στον κόσμο, όπως την

πρώτη φορά, κλαίγοντας, ενώ ο ορίζοντας πέρα, με την άκρα

εγκατάλειψη, μας κλείνει μες στο μυστικό, ώσπου το βράδυ

μια άρπα ακούγεται σ’ ένα σπίτι ακατοίκητο. Είναι η ώρα

του μεγάλου ονειροπόλου, που εδώ και αιώνες, χωρίς ποτέ να

χάνεται, πηγαίνει πάντα προς το χαμό.

      SOMETIMES the house would overflow of expectation

and we have no place to stand; then we go out to the world

like the first time crying while at the far end the horizon with

its intense abandonment hides us inside the secret, until

at night a harp is heard from the uninhabited  house. It’s

the time of the great dreamer who for centuries has never

disappeared yet always walks toward oblivion.

Daily Dose of Bhagwad Gita

Posted: 26/06/2021 by vequinox in Literature

Be Inspired..!!

Quotes on Gita :‘If one reads Bhagavad-Gita very sincerely and with all seriousness, then by the grace of the Lord the reactions of his past misdeeds will not act upon him’Lord Shiva to Parvatidevi, Gita-Mahatmya.

No other philosophical or religious work reveals ,in such a lucid and profound way, the nature of consciousness, the self, the universe and the Supreme. I will shall read (Youtube Link Attached) and write Gita verses from the book “Bhagvan-Gita As It Is” by Swami Prabhupada everyday.

Bhagavad Gita – Chapter 2- Verse 39

Chapter 2 – Contents of the Gita Summarised

Text 39 – Thus far I have described this knowledge to you through analytical study. Now listen as I explain it in terms of working without fruitive results. O son of Pṛthā, when you act in such knowledge you can free yourself from the bondage of works.

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Βίκυ Παπαπροδρόμου: ό,τι πολύ αγάπησα (ποίηση, πεζογραφία & μουσική)


Κάποια στιγμή θα σ’ ανταλλάξω.
Με μία βελούδινη πολυθρόνα
με ένα μπουκάλι ουίσκι σε δρόμους με ομίχλη
με ταμπάκο σε μια πίπα που καπνίζει,
με τον γύρο του κόσμου μ’ αερόστατο
με πιγκουίνους της Ανταρκτικής,
που θα επωάζουν τα αυγά τους στην ποδιά μου,
με πολύτιμες λευκές φάλαινες
να αναπνέουν με τον φυσητήρα τους στο τσάι μου.
Ο ενεχυροδανειστής μου είναι ίσκιος ψηλός
φοράει πάντοτε μαύρο, πλατύγυρο καπέλο,
έτοιμος να σε αγοράσει με κάθε κόστος
να μου δώσει πίσω τα κλεμμένα.
Στο κάτω κάτω κανείς ποτέ δεν σε προσκάλεσε,
εισχώρησες απ’ τις ρωγμές,
δεν μου έδωσες ποτέ την ευκαιρία να διαλέξω.
Ναι, μία από αυτές τις μέρες, τ’ ορκίζομαι.
Θα σ’ ανταλλάξω, ποίηση.
Θα κλείσω τον αναμμένο φούρνο
θα ράψω με ανθεκτική κλωστή το τραύμα
θα κόψω την κυκλοφορία σου στις φλέβες μου
και μετά
χωρίς αίμα
χωρίς μελάνι
χωρίς χαρτί και μολύβι
θα ισορροπήσω.

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