Argyris Marneros

Argyris Marneros was born in Doxato-Drama in 1941 .

He studied at Departmend of German Philology in University

of Thessaloniki . In 1972 he had his first collection of poems

'' Chestnuts ''  printed and three years later another one

'' Dark Room '' . Immediately after that published '' Sever '' .

He had his fourth collection of poems '' Expansion '' printed

and he moved to Athens . There he studied in Higher School

of Guides . In the spring of 1980 he had '' Homo Touristicus ''

printed and in the same year in autumm his sixth collection

of poems '' Applaud '' . In 1985 he had another collection

'' The Potentates '' printed . In 1987 his collection '' Homo

Touristicus '' released in Germany by Romiosini editions .

Some of his poems have been published in the literary magazines

'' Ausblicke '' , Tram '' and '' Doma '' .

For the last thirty years he has been taking up collage .

He presented part of his work from 1983 till 1986 at Experimental

Art Centre in Kypseli and in 1994 at the foyer of the '' Minoa ''

theatre His poem collection , '' Waiting Room '' was published in

2003 by Kaktos editions .

Αργύρης Μαρνέρος 21.3.2012

Μαντατοφόροι της νύχτας

Και ήρθαν τα όνειρα μια νύχτα
με ένα φτυάρι στο χέρι
και άρχισαν να τον σκεπάζουν με χώμα
μες στο υγρό κρεβάτι του ύπνου .
Νερά στάζαν από παντού , μα αυτά
συνέχιζαν να πετούν χώμα
με ένα φτυάρι που μεγάλωνε συνεχώς .
Τους έδειξε το πιστοποιτικό της βάφτισης ,
την κομματική του ταυτότητα , με το σφυρί και το δρεπάνι ,
φωτογραφίες
μπροστά στο μαυσωλείο του Λένιν .
΄Ανοιξε τα συρτάρια και τους έδειξε
συλλογές από κόκκαλα αγίων ,
μα αυτά συνέχιζαν να τον σκεπάζουν με χώμα .
΄Ετσι ένα πτώμα , του έλεγαν ,
Τυλιγμένο μέσα σε χάρτινα σάβανα πιστοποιητικών .
Μα τι θέλετε επιτέλους να σας δείξω ;
Το μαχαίρι σου , του είπαν , δείξε μας
με αυτό που έκοβες το ψωμί ,
για να δούμε αν έχει αίμα
και από τη δική σου καρδιά .
Αυτή θέλουμε να δούμε αν
και πωςτην έχεις μοιράσει .

28.5.08

Από την ανέκδοτη

ποιητική συλλογή :

Η ΑΦΗ ΤΩΝ ΛΕΞΕΩΝ 

Messengers Of The Night

And dreams came one night

with a shovel in their hand

and started covering him with soil

into his wet ded of sleep .

Waters dripping from everywhere ,

but they continued throwing soil

with a shovel that grew bigger .

He showed them the certification of his baptism ,

his political I.D. , with the hammer and sickle ,

photographs taken

in front of Lenin's Mausoleum .

He opened his drawers and showed them

collections of bones of Holy men ,

but the dreams continued throwing soil .

You are a dead corps , told him ,

wrapped in a paper sheets of certifications .

But what , on Earth , do you want me to show yoy ?

Your Knife , told him , you must show us

the one you cut bread ,

to see if there is any blood on it

from your own heart .

Your heart is what we want to see

and how you have shared it .

( Translated by Vasiliki Mandalou and Athanasios Michail )