This week Literary Revelations is thrilled to bring you the poetry of Vasiliki Petroudi, a Greek poet of striking talent.
Vasiliki in her own words:
There are two powerful memories from my childhood. First, sleeping under gigantic cypresses that one can find everywhere in Greece, and second the voices of a Greek singer whispering something about the death of a symbol. Greece is not only my birth country. It is also my legacy.
Cypress trees, the voices of our composers Mikis Theodorakis, Manos Hatzidakis, Yiannis Markopoulos, and the lyrics of our greatest poets Elytis and Seferis.
Raised among books, I started reading and writing at the age of four. Since then, books have been my shelter and writing my way to communicate my ideas and my vision about a better world.
My spiritual fathers, Homer, Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, showed me the way.
Through my poetry I try to show the way to other people. The way not to only survive but to truly live.
I came to this world
by my own volition
Fed with verses,
by haunted minstrels
My childhood doesn’t have the scent
of laundry that dries up in the sun
It smells gunpowder
and ink from a print shop
the ugliness of the world from me
I grew up with a lame soul
and a mind full of Idees Grandes
And now that all my sitters are dead
I wander, an orphan, 45 years old.
I so wanted to be born,
to know the world,
but couldn’t find the way
I had the innocence of the first moment,
the purity of nothing
I was walking through the open markets,
watching people passing by
and I was begging them
to give birth to me
But they were afraid of my power
for so enormous it was,
that could tear the world apart
It was then, when I discovered
The death of kindness
and the death of memory
For Death is the need to forget
Jesus of Suburbia
Jesus of Suburbia,
my Bible written
with blood and sperm
on the bathroom tiles
Born in a crèche full of shit
Suckle my mother’s cocaine
Home is where abuse
still haunts you
Pain recycled in every boy’s touch
Signs mislead, this is not love
Alcohol and cigarettes,
can you fill the void?
Please daddy stop, it hurts
Lost my faith at 7
naked in the garage