This all an act
You are being paid to be romantic
like studing someone's shadow
Her parents neglected him.

How often does desire
arise
to cover having nothing to say...
Under my skin
i felt that
old insinuating heat,
near silence
long episodes of make-believe
things we'd just seen in the other.

Beyond the
heavily tinted windows
in the rapidly winter afternoon
the city appeared
to be smoky.

As vaguely defined
at the edges as piles
of ancient ruins entwined
with ivy
shrouded with moss.

The morning sunshine
angled among the needled
branches of the
evergreens
flaring and flickering
across the windshield.
The swift play of bright light
and shadow was frenetic.
The past remained alive....

Watching as lighting flowered softly
under the clouds
on the leading edge
of the storm front.....
What about this ''tape'' of the conversation
between twp lovers?

Οι πιο αυθεντικές φωτογραφίες του ανθρώπου είναι οι ψεύτικες......ΓΙΑΝΝΗΣ ΜΠΑΚΑΛΗΣ

My weary eyelids
draw towards the evening....
Shadows in fleeting bands
upon the winds....
Silent following
struggling times....
Hard to think...

I laugh aloud to see
whimper
flowers
hover round
a cloud of incense
In my parlour
i take my pens
sit upon
and dictate my hand....
The nameless shadowy lady
Her brandishing hair
in the winds...




ARGIRO TSOURTI

A cup of sparkling poetic fancies
I am tipsy
I sing to you to this soft lute
Every particle of love
of dust
breathes forth its joy....


pHOTO    aRGIRO TSOURTI

The plagues creep on
burning winds
Banners seer' d
In long drawn arches sitting
The nerves of youth renew
Over pale limbs as
a vine
when the tender grape appears
Rage the red flames fierce




PHOTO  ARGIRO TSOURTI

WRITHING LIE-ARGIRO TSOURTI

Pity is become a trade
Generosity a science
Men get rich by
and the country is given to
the strong....

An eagle screaming
The raging fathomless abyss....
round thy dark limbs
on wilds...
My eyes, red,
seek to behold thy face...
Clouds roll and fro...
Silent as despairing love..

Upon the margin'd ocean
conversing with shadows dire...
To what remote land
is thy flight?

I am with
changing reconceptions....

Flagg'd  with grey- brown'd snows
Thunderous visages...
The jealous wings wav'd 
over the deep...

The speary hand
burned aloft
unbuckled was the shield...
Wonder starry night
Stumped to dust....

Our purple and crimson is faded to russet

Our purple and crimson is faded to russet

A purple autumn on the sleaves

Silent pond'ring

The power and dominion is rent from the pole....

Each strong limb bound down as with marble

Each strong limb bound down as with marble

In flames of red wrath burning

Τhe sun of old times

quench'd in clouds

Words burst forth

loud thunders roll...

I see thro' darkness, thro' clouds

rolling round...

Hide from the living...

Ruins of sulphur heaven
Dark ignorance kept in awe
with the whip
The breaking of clouds
swelling  of winds
The universal voice
Man raise his darken'd limbs out of the caves of night

On the wintry seas....
Resistence and war is the tyrant's gain...
Their view for aught that i can see

Ungratified desires
I became a bleeding youth
I don't know
For a tear is an intellectual thing...
A joy with

silken twine...
The age of Rafael....
a hot shade
From street to street
i meet my imagination

This is my prison decorum...
I do poetry
for the sake of being polite
with my inner being
and you...

Steps of the sun
clouds of reason
in artful teasing
Illusions of the human abstract

Visionary faculties
never seak to tell thy love....

Joys is another's loss of ease

Joys is another's loss of ease

Love seeketh not itself to please

We challenge our thinking

This is a 

crafty reflection 

on our lad of ennocence...

A day was fading a dark evening

It is death clothed in flesh thou lovest

We are warriors in dust

Wrapped in mortality

Slaves of each moment

Lighting borne by furious storms

Rolling dark sounds muffling the sun....

Most times i look nervous

My mind is in poetry

I have to deal with...reality...

It is death clothed in flesh thou lovest

It is death clothed in flesh thou lovest

A day was fading a calm evening

breeding dark plots...

Warriors of dust

Wrapped in mortality

Slaves of each moment

Our leaders say ''guilt is an act of the mind''...

We love the noise of war

Now we are soaring Eagles...

Like warring mighty seas...
Colour in steal
Steed rolls on steed and shield on shield

Over the field doth fly
Earth smokes blood
groans shakes....
The heavens are shook with roaring war..

Ghosts accusing groan 

Gwin,

The languisd strings do sdarsely move
The sound is forc' d
The notes are few

You are in two frames
The earth  do scorn
The wild wind weep
If you are the sun

Sighing lovers
Innocent eyes do glance
Then you are 

j o c u n d
Means delighful
You are in paved heaven



PHOTO   MODEL  ARGIRO TSOURTI

Forth from ages thick in mystery
Forty Augusts-aye, and several more ago...
Forty springs back i recall

Gone are the lovers
Hereto i view a voiceless ghost
I can't speak of love anymore....



PHOTO ARGIRO TSOURTI MODEL

A day is drawing to its fall
A dream of mine flew
over the mead
A race with the sun as he downed

A small blind street
Off East commercial road

A spirit seems to pass
Looks down at me

I'm off to cities
far away....

Attentive eyes....
Among the dusky years....

Bury me on a Sunday
I don't have the right to be
tired....


PHOTO   ARGIRO TSOURTI

Α wrack
Ruin
Yclept
called weetless
blew, whiffled
whilom
once in the past

PHOTO    ARGIRO TSOURTI 

Ogives
Gothic archs

Orts
Remnants
Ostent
Somethin' shown a
sign of wonder...

Parpends
Peristyles

Row of columns
surrounding the Temple
Privy purflings
Decorated borders
A quoin
external angle of wall
A cornerstone of Saturnals

We are umbraged
Shaded
Cast into shadow....



PHOTO   ARGIRO TSOURTI

Karoo land

Fain
Glad rejoicing...

Fantocine puppets
Fauss'bray
Artificial wall in front of main rampart

Een embrowned
Eyes darkened
Darklings

Moils, mollyish
monists
At any moment momentarily...

Celure
blue champaign charlock

Cheval- glass
hung in a frame...


PHOTO    ARGIRO TSOURTI

A picture drawn man came down from his frame

A maiden of mild wistful tone.....
a dark man in former time known
....so vaque, alone
moved me to tears
A man of much gloom
in the shade of the night.....

I act some drama obscure
Some dark doings each against each...
in my imagination...

That was a frame....


photo   ARGIRO TSOURTI

THE GAP IN THE WHITE-JOHN BAKALIS

I minded not my lameness much

To shine at feats i did not long
nor to be at goal and touch
or at assaults to stand up strong.

Sometimes i would let be known
what the wish was...
to have next spring
a green linnet...

As i breath the cherished dream
by the radiance of the morn...

Let your aim be thwarted

I mind a fault of manner
Be i, be not i, sexless
As that freaks of my own framing

I shall remain unlisting

She looks down direly

And the avenue drips

She sheeds half crazed tears
shading to Jordan

But never an answer has she....
......far too grotesque....



photo  ARGIRO  TSOURTI

So i counted my springtime day's

Dream of futurity
Enringed with golden rays
Quite a summer surety
My trustful daring undoubt
Brought it about

Events all human wrought
Had look of divinity

What i foreframed in thought
Grew by force of affinity

Visions to verities came
Seen as the same

My years in trusting spent
Make to shape...



PHOTO    ARGIRO TSOURTI

INTERIOR DESIGN: Withdrawal of work

INTERIOR DESIGN: Withdrawal of work: is to mean withdrawal form communication... of any friends.... A lone visionary seer..... a personal mythic system... Dissimulation...

Seven summers old.

Laugh is natural to me
Ridicule is natural to all.

Like a dream did weave a shade.
On another's sorrow.

The god of war is drunk with blood
The earth doth faint and fail.
Ghosts glut the throat of hell...

So take war with a smile...

Τhe blue of the dark

an hour and midnight...

The suspects are waiting, the
return of the soldier.

All over are debris

but a chevice...
Red fond and her ring
and a painting in
bronge.

The message from within
in four eyes.....
A blended signature.

We don't have one life
but many.

I think words as sound and music
Those are words....

Blue in the sun

Saturated blue
Saved to disc

Slang of the PC world
our inverted reality

Swift of channels

I see that
i can do a nice verse
just with couple of
the montage words...

The dark side of an angel

on a wall
A painting...

This is disharmony
Like the terror in her eyes


Life is plastic
Roads of life are plastic...
We poster anything
with selected sides of aspects...

Slashes in the neck

We put angels not in prisons of our imagination
but in real such places....