by Yannis Livadas
Ad interim
There are two things in this world
Which death is not strong enough to confront
And from both I can only expect the worst.
I do not measure the terror of remoteness
Since its importance is only conductive.
Actualized nothing is so torpid
That I lose my backgrounds
And I never stop laughing at real things.
A frail emergence is nothing less than
A poignant development of character.
At the top of the most pressing needs
One discovers the stinging pain of precision
That propitiatory rattle
Which is not detected in the secondary ones
Given that there is no secondary precision
To cause such an act of pathetic bravery.
The maintenance of inspirational torture
Is stabilized in a poise called existing.
Continuously experiencing
Imperious arrivals of closing times.
Any dependence as far as possible.
Any shortfall to the extent of the impossible.
The brutality required for a man to be free is
Much less than the brutality one needs in order to live.
Efforts reflecting upon some origin
Are probably a lurking code;
An estimated sufferance
Of provisional
Deteriorating.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Yannis Livadas is a contemporary Greek poet, born in 1969. In 1993 he invented the «fusion sonnet». In 2008 he came up with the idea of «organic antimetathesis». He refuses any participation in festivals, literary events, or associations related to poetry, on an international scale. His poems and essays have been translated into twelve languages. He lives in Paris, France.
Last updated March 01, 2023