Magical things are patient


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“The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”~

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Omnia magica Ikaria
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Dear readers,
you are certainly familiar with the aforementioned quote. It’s usually credited to W.B.Yeats, however, that’s not true. The famous sentence was written by someone who was amazed when he saw for the first time through a magnifying lens the astonishing details of a beautiful wild flower! Therefore, let my blog article be for you today that magnifying lens. Through it you will be able to see some tiny beautiful details and short elusive flashes in the monotonous everyday life of our island. I’m talking about the small, rare and hidden picture instead of the big one -the one which tourism lately has turned into cliché. Let’s save ourselves from that by putting out some powerful subjective worldviews! As my friend Nana whose article I am copying here, says, this is about a…

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Afternoon in the desert of ravens 😳 by Nana Agrimi on Flickr
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«A parallel reality: a collection of special moments recorded through the years and stored in our blogs and Flickr streams, from surreal alienation to oddity, from encounters with animals to performances and improvised rituals, from riddles and witchcraft to extravagance, provocation or simple pleasurable moments and postcard-like snapshots, that’s my way to celebrate Dodecaemeron, the Greek 12 festal days of Christmas and New Year, when earth and skies merge, as they say, and daily toilers like us should stop and rest and say to themselves…»

[read more…]In Nana to agrimi's blog: 'omnia magica'

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~~p.s. A friend asked why these pictures aren’t uploaded to Flickr. One answer is that many of them would create unwanted activity. The main reason, however, is aesthetic. As I’m saying in a comment under my snapshot of Nana’s post on Flickr, first and foremost this thing should be seen a whole.
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Αφιερωμένο στην Αθηνά και σε κανέναν άλλον!


Arriving in Athens and staying indoors and doing stupid things, while I should be in Ikaria. Nana went down with melancholy.

I have a few pictures. I dedicate them to Nana, the 3 rd star of my life. She is actually in a very similar place. I want her to be inspired and to have me inspired back! You others may enjoy our interaction for free..
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Aiih, thaaank uuu agapi mas. Both of us liked the collage veeery much!!! We did get *inspired* -especially D.T. We Owe You Back!!! It’s zsuper to know that you watch over us!

Tuesday July 3, 2007 – 01:05pm (EEST)

και γαμώ τα κολαζ! η μικρη μας θεα  Νανα…

Wednesday July 4, 2007 – 12:06am (EEST)

Την τρέλα μου! Εκεί επιμονή. Και θάλασσα… Αφού είπαμε, δεν υπάρχουν θάλασσες.:P

Monday July 16, 2007 – 04:25pm (PDT)

υπαρχουν

Tuesday July 17, 2007 – 01:18pm (PDT)


written on my belly -1


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Pregnant like in a portrait by Nanouris

  • * This is a cool painting by Nanouris, a contemporary Greek artist. We agreed with Nana to use it as buddy icon in Flickr. So when you see this, instead of my Icarus-elle, don’t be surprised. It means that Nana will be out there in the streets; I’ll stay inside enjoying the joys and worries of the harem and nursery.

  • * I am getting bored. After «The Grapes of Wrath» , the 2 volumes of which we shared and read together with everybody in the house, I don’t want to read anything else. A fireplace would be nice and I often dream of my fireplace in Ikaria; but there is no fireplace in the flat in Athens; just the TV.

  • * Cooking is fine -as long as there is a CD player around.

  • * When I walk in the streets of Athens, people push to the side and look up to me as if I was Goddess Isis. I wish I was a real goddess and could move all the obstacles and parked bikes and cars away from the sidewalks. La frégate à trois ponts que je suis devenue can’t manouver through these narrow passages.

  • * My doctor wanted to take photographs of my pregnant body. He says it’s a sight and he asked me long and a lot about hiking. It’s about my spine, my chestbone and the muscles of my thighs -how fine they look for my age. The good doctor is amazed; but I am embarassed. If he was an artist, I wouldn’t. It’s funny that he is a gynaecologist and the setting really gets me down. «Can we make it somewhere more artistic and sensual?» I asked. He laughed. I hope he forgets about it. Yet Nana scolds me. She thinks I should model for the sake of science and for the promotion of living outdoors. Nana is a maniac.

    my pregnant belly

  • * I’m inside an extra large, extra comfortable couch and writing this on my belly. In this house of gadgets there is a portable computer, so small that looks like a calculator. Then it is connected to the house computer and the text gets copy-pasted in my blog. So these are the «written on my belly» entries.

    Beware

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We more than beware… We are holding our breaths!

Wednesday December 6, 2006 – 11:16pm (EET)

Yep, and I WANT PICTURES TOO! after the fact, if not of She-Who-Never-Shows-Her-Face, then of the wee one for sure.

Thursday December 7, 2006 – 11:56am (PST)

I’m on my couch too waiting for happy news. Don’t make me wait too much and, if I fall asleep, please wake me up when the reproduction process come to his end.
…And don’t be scared, with your hiking training this will be just a little walk. Baci

Saturday December 9, 2006 – 05:40pm (CET)

oo: – gotch her!.. Eleni behaved like a child; she shouldn’t have posted anything, written anything, about anything and on nothing at all. She should have been knitting or something. But now I ‘ve taken complete control. I have changed the passwords.

Her time is getting very close, anyway. From day to day? From hour to hour? We eventually found a parking space right outside the entrance of the flats and since then we keep the car parked there all the time. Everybody is very nervous. Eleni is calm, self-contained and mocks on us. I remembered that old ‘serenissima’ entry in her blog.

bye now
Nana

p.s. 1 Did I tell you I smoke now? We sit with Stavros in the balcony and we smoke like Turks. That’s the price for a natural birth.
p.s. 2 Please do not comment or send messages. We will not be able to answer them and to know that you may have send messages will add stress. So please do not write messages. Promise? Yes? Gooood. Thank you.

Saturday December 9, 2006 – 10:46pm (EET)


Eleni’s blog in Ikaria: thoughts about photography


Hello readers !Image

(1) I removed the ‘lighthouse’ from my ID. Not that I put out the lighthouse -it’s always there. I’m not allowed to put it out, anyway. It’s the candle on my grandmother’s grave.

sunset lighthouse 3

(2) The ‘stats’ counted over 3000 visits in my blog. Though I know that by now there are about 27.ooo.ooo blogs on the net and I know that my 3.ooo visits are less than nothing, I gOT pAnICKEd.(3) Among my many mediterranean handicaps is that I am superstitious, in a creative and ‘cultured’ way perhaps, but no less superstitious for that -perhaps even more. Do you know of that superstition according to which for every photograph you take ( or have others take) of youself a part of your soul is lost? The local professional photographers here in the island know about this. Their predecessors had to spend a long time talking with the ‘subjects’, showing them the camera (what’s inside, the buttons etc.) to persuade them that the process of taking a portrait wouldn’t deface them or deprive them of speech and things like that. I felt the same (oh, readers !) so I removed my face from the blog. Every time I opened the blog and saw my face and realized that hundreds of people had been looking at me, I felt ‘consumed’. (Models on giant wall posters must feel the same, but they get a hell of a lot of money for this -perhaps this is why they do get all that money after all)

(4) Instead of «me+lighthouse», you have «my hair dyed red + my 3/4 back + my right hip + my right arm + a part of my right boot» I particularly like the new colour of my hair. I find that this colour goes very much with the green and grey of the landscape of Ikaria.

(5) Here I am on my knees on the wall of the cistern (water reservoir) of the old watermill, lost Image(‘lost’ ? for Ikaria this word looses its meaning) in a gorge. It’s the same site with the waterfall (see my Flickr) and the snowdrops/galanthi flowers (see my Flickr).

(6) Nana Imagewho took this photo, is a great photographer -not consious, but natural born. It was not her, but I Imagewho blurred her photo afterwards on the computer.

(7) I blurred the photo, 1st) because of *3*, 2nd) because I don’t want this particular photo to be stolenImage. By ‘stolen’ I only mean one thing: I don’t want this photo (or others where I appear in front of or inside an Ikarian landscape) to be stolen and appear in one of those tourist-oid promoter-oid Imagewebsites which are supposed to advertise the assets of the island («oh, how nice, how old, how green, lotsa pretty redhaired hikers in it too»).

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(8) ON the CONTRARY (now this is quite official), I’d pose full face, full body (even naked in a pool or a waterfall in a canyon) for a cause (in this I still feel in me live the impossible, unbearable ‘eco-freak’ I was once upon a time). I’d break a strict law (of mine) and I’d become a Image‘muse’. If only I knew it would help and that there would be people who really did something good for the environment (natural+social) of this extraordinary place. And that such photos would inspire others to go the same way. I can act stupid, but I’m not naive and I know that this is not likely to happen. There are too many crazy Imageearthmovers around here. Unless the price of oil reaches the price of gold, they will be in business trying to flatten the island and make it look like an Athenian backwater suberb (‘quelle horrible illusion’).
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(9) However, the future is Imageunknown. If ever on a website or the paper press you see a photo of me naked Imagein a waterfall, you ‘d know that my island is going the right way (‘right’, according to me of course).(10) I’m afraid that many years will pass for this to happen (if ever), so I guess will be very very old Imageby then. So let me be more accurate and state the above *9* in a different way . If ever on a website or paper press you see a photo of a bag of wrinkled skin and brown bones, you would knowImage, 1st) that it is me, and 2nd) that my island is going the right way.

kisses to everybodyImage


A soap&cartoon&docu-drama&commercial&paperback&blog&chop-all-on-my-bench-for-life-not-survival writer has met an artist (& possible friend?..) ~~~ biou, biou.. «the bomber» is scared

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~ φιλακια *** και σε ολα τα Ελληνοπουλα και τις Ελληνοπουλες που δεν το βαζουν κατω ~

κουραγιο βρε… μονο τα πρωτα 100 χρονια ειναι δυσκολα  ~ σε 2 μηνες εγω κλεινω το πρωτο 1/3 απο αυτο το χρονικο διαστημα ~ ηταν το πιο δυσκολο ~

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why certain women are so good at starting wars?

Tuesday March 14, 2006 – 10:35pm (EET)

I do consider myself a ’cause’ (some might say a lost one) and I do accept gratuitous donations…I would also be obliged to REALLY DO SOMETHING GOOD FOR THE ENVIRONMENT!!!!!

Tuesday March 14, 2006 – 02:35pm (PST)

you’re right AKK, I read it in school books… since long time greek women called «Eleni» are the best at starting wars.

Wednesday March 15, 2006 – 12:33am (CET)

-> (to the above commentators)-> because men are stupid, that’s why->->-> to win a war is nothing ! we also want flowers, chocolates, songs, jokes, etc. etc. … There was only one Penelope and that was Penelope Cruz !
-> Elenitsa, you’ve ruined the photo ! ok …I understand the reason (& I have a copy). About the other thing (the enviro campaign), the USDA are brainstorming: «bulldozers vs eco-babes», how & who wins? tough tough tough==> We may be like 2 dried old figues until the PhDs come to a conclusion.

Wednesday March 15, 2006 – 10:44pm (EET)

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For memoriessake, the 4 wild photos I deleted from Flickr:

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