Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

De profundis

 De profundis


Have mercy on all that is lost

because they say that it was written that way 

and in the grave is made earth 

without asking why!


Have mercy on them, have mercy on me,

on me who seeks answers 

- with a loving heart, oh my God - 

In those things that make no sense ...


As soon as I glimpse something 

to guide me from darkness to light, 

my destiny throws me back into 

my deep and cold night ...


Have mercy, my God, on my hopelessness, 

have mercy on the flame that I spill in vain, 

have mercy on me, exasperated, 

of living without a goal, of living without reason


(Version taken from the Arquitrave Magazine)



 On January 7, 1944, the Greek poet Napoleon Lapathiotis voluntarily ended his life. Lapathiotis lived most of his 56 years in poverty and scandalized Greek society for his gay lifestyle, his addiction to opium and his sympathy for communism.


The discomfort caused by the lifestyle of the poet is presented in the movie "Meteor and shadow" Directed by Takis Spetsiotis




Monday, June 27, 2011

Exhausted I dreamed of the pleasure that arises

 Exhausted I dreamed of the pleasure that arises


Exhausted I dreamed of the pleasure that arises,

but lives without me, as it shines and passes:

its rush to burn delays

and subtracts me from what within me devours.


Detached from me who falls in love

and in its fire absorbed the scarce life,

I am the sterile residue of its embers

and death wins me from now on.


What happens for me is not equaled

nor restored after it appears;

I am only its absence, which remains.


Oh death, idle for the past,

your shadow is vast and the occasion and the nest

of the defect that I am of what I have been.


Jorge Cuesta, Córdoba (Veracruz) 1903 - Mexico City 1942



On August 13, 1942, the Mexican poet, Jorge Cuesta left his life after finding the exit in the sheets of his bed with which he hung himself. 

Cuesta was admitted to a mental health asylum  for having relapsed into a paranoia crisis that he had already faced with success two years ago.

He was 38 years old and in life he never saw any of his books published.