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Friday Faire:
Marijuanlogues
Arresting the Stone Buddha
Kristi Stassinopoulou “We are flying”
The Lyrics of Kristi Stassinopoulou
Art: Illustrations by Harry Clarke (Thanks Mike!)
Have A Happy Weekend!
Gwyllm
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Marijuanalogues
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Arresting the Stone Buddha
A merchant bearing fifty rolls of cotton goods on his shoulders stopped to rest from the heat of the day beneath a shelter where a large stone Buddha was standing. There he fell asleep, and when he awoke his goods had disappeared. He immediately reported the matter to the police.
A judge named O-oka opened court to investigate. “That stone Buddha must have stolen the goods,” concluded the judge. “He is supposed to care for the welfare of the people, but he has failed to perform his holy duty. Arrest him.”
The police arrested the stone Buddha and carried it into the court. A noisy croud followed the statue, curious to learn what kind of a sentence the judge was about to impose.
When O-oka appeared on the bench he rebuked the boisterous audience. “What right have you people to appear before the court laughing and joking in this manner? You are in contempt of court and subject to a fine and imprisonment.”
The people hastened to apologize. “I shall have to impose a fine on you,” said the judge, “but I will remit it provided each one of you brings one roll of cotton goods to the court within three days. Anyone failing to do this will be arrested.”
One of the rolls of cloth which the people brought was quickly recognized by the merchant as his own, and thus the thief was easily discovered. The merchant recovered his goods, and the cotton rolls were returned to the people.
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Kristi Stassinopoulou “We are flying”
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The Lyrics of Kristi Stassinopoulou
Ifantokosmos (woven world)
If you enter the woven world
you’ ll see many marvels
and like Alice in Wonderland
you’ ll wander in magic
If you enter the woven world
you won’t easily find a way out
and without Ariadne’s clue
you’ ll be trapped forever in the labyrinth
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The days go by
the days go by by the waves
like an ancient ceremony
writing poems and playing
with the spiders and the lizards
making coffee for the visitors
on the beach
the days go by by the waves
in a sweet lazy immobility
watching the seagulls fishing
and the cormorans sunbathing on the rocks
talking with the sand, the read,
and the almirikia trees
day by day the sea embraces me gently
sinking me in a sweet, careless
non-existence
loosing myself in time
and my mind rests calmly
beyond the cape the world
the world still exists
beyond the cape the world
still exists without me
with the latest
perfume ads,
poor and meaningless
compared to nature’s scents…
with the straight,
white walls and the arches
of the “rooms to let”…
with the clothes that spoil
the body’s beauty…
and I, here
naked fairy
under the stalagmite tree
the days go by by the waves
like an ancient ceremony
the days go by
go by by the waves
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Sol Invictus
Born in the heart of winter
Revived in the fires of June
I come and go on earth
Drawing the sun on his chariot
In a glorious ceremony
I dance to cherish his miracle
In the heart of the fire my picture
every sparkle of sweat my drop
I have many faces
All nations cherished me with fire
I have one homeland left on earth
One ceremony that survived time
Masquerades in sheepskin, light for me the fire
Rolling burning garlands down the slopes
I get carried away by the frenzied dance
Of the people jumping over the fires