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Alkistis Voulgari
Μοίρασμα σκέψεων για τις ιδέες και τις ιδεολογίες που μας καθορίζουν.
Με αγάπη, Άλκηστη
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■ THE STORY
Antelope smelled the smoke first. Run! (Running sound):
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
Then lion smelled the smoke. Run!
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
Then cheetah and leopard and hyena, too. Run!
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
And Giraffe, Zebra, and Wildebeest. Run!
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
Baboon, Ape, and Orangutan. Run!
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
Te-te-Te-te-Te-te-Te-te
And the birds. Fly!
Flap-fl ap-fl ap – Flap-fl ap-fl ap
Flap-fl ap-fl ap – Flap-fl ap-fl ap
And they all gathered at the far side of the field at the edge
of the jungle. “Oh no!” they moaned. “Oh no!”
They watched the flames burning up the tall grass.
“Oh no!” they moaned. “Oh no!”
Then, just above their heads they heard a little whrrr.
They looked up. It was hummingbird. She was flying toward the fire!
“What are you doing?” they cried. “What are you doing?”
The animals watched as Hummingbird flew above the flames and
tipped its head spilling a little water onto the flames from its tiny beak.
Hummingbird flew back toward the animals, over their heads and quickly
down into a little spring and filled its beak again. They watched.
“What are you doing?” they cried. “What are you doing?”
She flew back across the burning field and once again emptied her little beak full of water onto the flames. She returned and dipped her beak in the pool again and flew back toward the field.
“What are you doing?” they cried. “What are you doing?”
Again and again, Hummingbird flew with her little beak full and dropped the
water on the flames and the animals asked,
“What are you doing?” They cried, “What are you doing?”
She stopped for a moment.
“What are you doing?” They cried, “What are you doing?”
She looked at the others, “I am doing what I can,” she said, “doing what I can.”
And then she sang:
I’m doing what I can
That’s all that I can do
To make this world a better place
For me and you.
Source : https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CcusFVUIHiOO1Sev30BT69DJObBeBDue/view?usp=drivesdk
Never give up :)
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Road tape from Rishikesh
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Time to get myself together
Seriously now
Everything rolls
Rain in Kathmandu
Kaal Bhairava
Shiva rain
Destruction
Dance
Revenge
The One who brakes, the One who makes
"Look at those electrical cables. They are all
fucked up!"
"You should see Valparaiso, Chile.", Adi said.
Our feet are cold
The Nepali poem said :
"Cook within yourself
saulty, atomic varieties"
I like that cafe
and the graffiti at the hostel
The mountains roar around
A silent roar
esoteric, prominent
I heard the echo of my voice
I had a dream
This trip is for the meaning
of death, not the meaning
of life
can't explain that
somebody is sick in the
next room
everybody is sick
every city is sick
the mountain
the river
the ocean
It rains in Kathmandu
Alkistis Voulgari
29th April, 2023, Kathmandu, Nepal
https://alkistisvoulgari99.blogspot.com/2023/04/it-rains-in-kathmandu.html
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City Jane (2022) by Alkistis Voulgari Hi, this is City Jane Don't put me in a frame I go insane I've spent years walking on this concrete land Playing music in my mind in a fantasy band You see, some prophets say "Once you feel real love, you don't have to pray anymore" So, what the f* is going on? I've spent my whole life against my nature? C' mon! I'm wild, I'm alive, I'm still burning inside I'm not your concrete girl I'm not your photo to sell I want to dream I want to scream I want the self and the (e)steem City bells city mud City lights city trust I am here and I'm no more sad This game is mine Prime day prime time I'll live and I'll give all of my soul in the gig I'll dance I'll crash I'll vomit all your trash Jungle is the City City is the Jungle Thanks for knowing how to handle! Now I'm free from you You cannot cut me in two My Tarzan waits out of your land To dance, to play, to make love on the sand
© Alkistis Voulgari 2022
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Narration, writing, photography, editing : Alkistis Voulgari
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Music Caves of Dawn
by Guilherme Bernardes https://pixabay.com Royalty Free
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Thoughts and philosophy while sitting and watching the sunset at the Muses' hill in Acropolis area. 💮
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Produced by Room 37 Artworks Writing, narration, photography : Alkistis Voulgari Music : "Caves of Dawn" by Guilherme Bernardes from Pixabay pixabay.com/music/ambient-caves-of-dawn-10376/ Royalty free
©copyright Alkistis Voulgari Video : https://vimeo.com/693223764
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A winter '21 episode from Vinyl Radio.
With love🐧
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Conceptual Poetry by Alkistis Voulgari©/ Lyrics : I was walking in the center of the city yesterday Outside of the Central Bank, with the guards and the gentlemen in fine costumes there was a man searching in the garbage He was barefoot He was speaking to himself He was young I passed on by like everybody did… I passed on by with my head down The two aspects of this world acting together on a single little road The ones who have… The bodyguards of the ones who have… and the ones who… - see, the pen stopped writing Who really has and who doesn’t?... The men in costumes And the invisible men who have the things that the men in costumes guard so well – yes, they have money But do they have anything else? The Barefoot Man who seeks in the garbage speaking to himself has definitely a good story to tell If God was a director would choose to make a film of the life of the barefoot Man The barefoot Man’s life would sell more tickets at the cinema! Who has and who doesn’t?... Outside the Central Bank In the center of the city The men in costumes laugh ironically While a barefoot, desperate man is searching in the garbage I pass on by like everybody else… With my head down. Link : https://vimeo.com/556363332 Password : Monologue33c Film freeway: https://filmfreeway.com/Monologues601
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Dedicated with love, pain and dreams :) https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rAn-AWXtHv0
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One minute conceptual poetry. The word nostalgia is learned formation of a Greek compound, consisting of νόστος
(nóstos), meaning "homecoming", a Homeric word, and ἄλγος (álgos), meaning "pain"or "ache", and was coined by a 17th-century medical student to describe the anxieties
displayed by Swiss mercenaries fighting away from home. Described as a medical condition—a form of melancholy—in the Early Modern period, it became an important trope in Romanticism.
Lyrics and visual version: https://alkistisvoulgari99.blogspot.com/2021/10/nostos.html https://youtu.be/5B8N5krSISg
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Some words on the present moment :)
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Short excerpt from J. Krishnamurti's book. YouTube : https://youtu.be/aaByeWKhYpw "Freedom is a state of mind - not freedom from something but a sense of freedom, a freedom to doubt and question everything and therefore so intense, active and vigorous that it throws away every form of dependence, slavery, conformity and acceptance. Such freedom implies being completely alone. But can the mind brought up in a culture so dependent on environment and its own tendencies ever find that freedom which is complete solitude and in which there is no leadership, no tradition and no authority? This solitude is an inward state of mind which is not dependent on any stimulus or any knowledge and is not the result of any experience or conclusion. Most of us, inwardly, are never alone. There is a difference between isolation, cutting oneself off, and aloneness, solitude. We all know what it is to be isolated - building a wall around oneself in order never to be hurt, never to be vulnerable, or cultivating detachment which is another form of agony, or living in some dreamy ivory tower of ideology. Aloneness is something quite different. You are never alone because you are full of all the memories, all the conditioning, all the mutterings of yesterday; your mind is never clear of all the rubbish it has accumulated. To be alone you must die to the past. When you are alone, totally alone, not belonging to any family, any nation, any culture, any particular continent, there is that sense of being an outsider. The man who is completely alone in this way is innocent and it is this innocency that frees the mind from sorrow. We carry about with us the burden of what thousands of people have said and the memories of all our misfortunes. To abandon all that totally is to be alone, and the mind that is alone is not only innocent but young - not in time or age, but young, innocent, alive at whatever age - and only such a mind can see that which is truth and that which is not measurable by words. In this solitude you will begin to understand the necessity of living with yourself as you are, not as you think you should be or as you have been. See if you can look at yourself without any tremor, any false modesty, any fear, any justification or condemnation - just live with yourself as you actually are. Freedom can only come about naturally, not through wishing, wanting, longing. Nor will you find it by creating an image of what you think it is. To come upon it the mind has to learn to look at life, which is a vast movement, without the bondage of time, for freedom lies beyond the field of consciousness." J. Krishnamurti " Freedom from the Known "
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"Metamorphosis" on 60sec Radio, Avatar Center, Qc. Canada https://www.60secondesradio.com/sonores2021works. One minute poetry :) Visual version and lyrics in the description : https://youtu.be/rGZEqYEHgqo © copyright Alkistis Voulgari
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A small one for the road :) Video here: https://youtu.be/2bTPGVHXXak
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Poem written in " Shakespearic " Mood about the cement on Parthenon - one of the World's most important monuments, of great significance for humanity 's culture, memory, heritage. The reason turns out to be dramatic. They want to " sell " the monument even for fashion shows!!! Artists, poets, scientists, citizens resist worldwide. Here is my video on YouTube : https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CRDKiZtcelg and the lyrics : " Acropolis " by Alkistis Voulgari Ladies and Gentlemen Boys and Girls Hear now the news from my city's wells! An ugly lady has spread her works over the sacred time - clocks! One was the Parthenon The second is Pisa The third is unknown but the fourth was Giza The first is cemented The second has fallen The third is hope but the fourth is stolen Forgive my irrational words but this danger needs your spiritual swords! Act like knights! Fly in the nights! Once we are Free Beauty and Love shall grow like a tree! Defend Acropolis No more cement And the evil root shall crush and bend!
Poem - Creation : Alkistis Voulgari © copyright Alkistis Voulgari As a contribution to the global resistance against the distruction of the world's Cultural Heritage. # NoMoreCement
Article : https://www.archyde.com/the-acropolis-concrete-and-disfigured-beauty-liberation/
Acropolis SOS
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... Για τη σημαντικότητα της Ιστορικής Μνήμης, τώρα και πάντα. A podcast in Greek language about the Importance of historical memory, documents and facts. Now and always. Ένα παράδειγμα εδώ : https://www.palestinemuseum.us/paw Here is an example : https://www.palestinemuseum.us/paw
Αγάπη Agape Άλκηστις
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Visual narration : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGqe_lnP4ZA " You may fasten my chains Deprive me of my books and tobacco You may fill my mouth with earth Poetry will feed my heart, like blood It is salt to the bread And liquid to the eye I will write it with nails, eye - sockets, daggers I will recite it in my prison cell - In the bathroom - In the stable - Under the whip - Under the chains - In spite of my handcuffs I have a million nightingales On the branches of my heart Singing the song of liberation. "
Mahmoud Darwish " Defiance " ( 13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 ) He was a Palestinian poet and author who was regarded as the Palestinian national poet.
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" Attitude ", one minute extra short film, will be screened at Art Color Digital Cinema International Film Festival / AC DC IFF ! Pre - viewing and voting here : https://vimeo.com/showcase/8447664 Password : Screening2021 " Iris " : photography with poetry is accepted on " La briciola squisita " blogspot . Have a look here : https://labriciolasquisita.blogspot.com/ It is definitely a source of inspiration for all the artistic spirits !!!
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The music of the spheres, the Cosmic Rhythm, wandering and spontaneous thoughts... Plato and the ancient wisdom. Myths and Truth. And a little poem. Joy. Laugh!... Rainbows coming 🌈 l will dance in the rain ~ " Joy " audiovisual : https://vimeo.com/543510590 ~
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Last year's wishes, thoughts, realizations just before the Exodus...
But here we go again!...
Stay strong
Alkistis
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B from Black / Instinctive Writing / Conceptual Poetry Visual version : https://alkistisvoulgari99.blogspot.com/ © copyright Alkistis Voulgari
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Improvising on some memories, thoughts and words... ( Sorry for the sound )
Where does the music go without a really free radio ?
Why should artists be victims of a business in order to promote their work ?
But I'm not talking specifically about this ~ just expressing my love for music, experiments, uprising lyrics, DJs, red wine and rock bars...
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Instinctive Poetry for Dreamers ;) Thanks for listening and keep on dreaming! Love, Alkistis YouTube video : https://youtu.be/PexNhwWiqsI © copyright Alkistis Voulgari
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A thanks audio message to the people and festivals that accepted my work :)
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Work in Progress for MoDW [ Museum of Dead Words ] - word ' Evil '
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