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A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Ithaca

My friend Eva Kanellis, the Greek Sharon Stone (or Sharon Stone is a weak Eva Kanellis)read this poem to me. The Poet was C. P. Cavapy, a Greek poet who lived from 1863 to 1933. In short it defines what I seek in this iteration.

"When you start your journey to Ithaca,
then pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
Do not fear the Lestrygonians
and the Cyclopes and the angry Poseidon.
You will never meet such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your body and your spirit.
You will never meet the Lestrygonians,
the Cyclopes and the fierce Poseidon,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not raise them up before you.

Then pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many,
that you will enter ports seen for the first time
with such pleasure, with such joy!
Stop at the Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and corals, amber and ebony,
and pleasureable perfumes of all kinds,
buy as many pleasureable perfumes as you can;
visit hosts of Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from those who have knowledge.

Always keep Ithaca fixed in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for long years;
and even to anchor at the isle when you are old,
rich with all that you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would never have taken the road.
But she has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not defrauded you.
With the great wisdom you have gained, so much experience,
you must surely have understood by then what Ithacas mean."

2 comments:

J.C. said...

Great poem, bad pyramid picks. You think you could be a little more dead center in those? I keed, I keed. Say hello to Eva for me. I go back to Savannah tomorrow night. 10 days of hometown debauchery, then to Africa.

The Blah Brain said...

Hey, you live in Ithaca? So do I! ha