Ovi means Door #VII

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Wall & talk by Thanos Kalamidas

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The lines by Uzeyir Lokman Cayci

The more I approach, the more I move away
The more I move away, the more I co-exist
Constantly
Large lines
Belonging to the infinite one
who brushes lightly against my feelings…
Old lines
Which I color with sorrows
To which I give form with my tears
That I deepen through a whole life
And that I move away from in myself
And which flee from me…
Fine lines
That I mix with
Many recoveries
With which I juggle
Misleading, attractive
Transparent meanings
Significant and contradictory…
With a finality in my heart like tenderness
Sinuous in the way of love
Continuous, decided, alive…
As the lines run in me
They return to me happily
Blue, green and white
Friendly lines…
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French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick

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Carpe Diem – NOT by Katerina Charisi

ovicover_08_08_17.gifA few days ago, an internet friend from US posted a comment about the sudden death of a neighbor. The man had gone to his work as usual but looked bad. When his colleagues asked him what’s wrong he said “well, this is one of those days you think it would be better to stay home. My car’s broken, my wife’s too, the roof has a leak and I really don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this. I actually don’t feel very well.” Just a little while later and the man falls down and dies of a heart attack.

Unfortunately this is an everyday’s reality all over the world and Greece is not the only country that suffers from austerity. Financial struggles are an open wound that keeps bleeding for many people around the western – supposedly well off – world. The stress caused by everyday’s problems is killing us slowly or eventually once and for all. I think there’s no place for drama and tearful statements here; we all know what means not to know what’s going to happen to you tomorrow, wondering if all you have done and fought for and achieved in your life are going wasted… Each day.

But what really made me to sit down and write my thoughts today about this tragic incident, is how people responded to my friend’s FB status about it, trying to express their sympathy and condolences. You know, sometimes the weirdest and most thoughtful conversations happen online. So everyone shared their thoughts, adding “just live for the day, man”.

And that was what hit me.

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That summer by Abigail George

ovicover_06_08_17‘Let’s go out tonight. My treat, Ingrid.’ Amanda said, with palpable excitement in her voice.

‘But what’s the occasion, Mandy?’ a rather withdrawn and serious Ingrid asked.

‘Ingrid, there doesn’t have to be an occasion to go out and eat at a fancy restaurant during the week.’

‘Oh, Ingrid,’ said Mandy with an urgency in her voice. ‘It doesn’t have to be your birthday or an anniversary or a promotion or something like that. When you live in a city, people go out and eat all the time. There’s no room for the mentality of a small-town brain like yours anymore. You have to think out of the box now. You’re living in Johannesburg now.’ Amanda laughed. ‘You’re such a mouse. You should meet Scotty’s Samuel. He’s also a mouse. Mouse people belong to mouse people. I’m a cat person.’

Yes, Ingrid thought to herself. I’m living in Johannesburg now. After all, I’m a city girl now, so, I should act like one.

‘What was growing up in Swaziland like?’ asked Ingrid, glancing up at Amanda while she perused the menu of the fancy Italian restaurant.

‘Boring but I had my freedom. Should we have wine with our supper, Ingrid.’

‘No, no wine for me, Mandy. To do what.’

‘What? What did you say, Ingrid?’

‘You said you had your freedom. I asked, the freedom to do what.’

‘To go about and do as I pleased. Sometimes me and my best friend in high school, her name was Susan, we’d sneak off and play truant or meet boys or smoke, I guess.’

‘Everybody does that,’ said Ingrid.

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Playing the Antitheses or the World Against the Wortd by David Sparenberg

Playing the Antitheses or the World Against the Wortd
a complex exercise and performance piece of oppositional speech,
movement & energy exchanges for two players

(The more practiced, the more creative this exercise can become; working toward performance ready perfection. Use devices of fast and slow, degrees of facing toward and degrees of facing away. Increasingly become aware of and play with the intention(s) of speech, orientation and movement. Bring structure and improvisation into dynamic harmony. The purpose and guiding inquiry of The Antitheses is to explore how each participant feels about the presence of the other—a presence that at one time will be a mirror, at another time an independent counterpoint. Along with rhythmic time, tempo, you will want to work with the preparation effort or quality of non-action between actions at the Pause and Walk Around sequences.)

Heaven and Earth

Heaven and Earth

Ying and Yang

Ying and Yang

sunri01_400Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice

Leave and Stay

Leave and Stay

Stop and Go

Stop and Go

Heaven and Hell

Heaven and Hell

Near and far

Near and far

Flesh and soul

Flesh and soul

Here and there

There is here

Here is there

What is where

Where? Ah!

(Pause)

To Be or Not to Be

To Be AND Not to Be

To Be—To Be AND Not to Be

To Be—Ah! So?

(Pause)

Questions without Answers

Questions without Answers

Answers without Asking

Answers without Asking

The roaring Scream of Silence

The roaring Scream of Silence

O Shadow of the Light

O Shadow of the Light

Blackhole Keyhole Butthole

Butthole Keyhole Black

Glass door Iron door No Door

Iron door Glass door None

I Breathe therefore I Am

I Breathe therefore I Am

(Synchronized deep breath followed by vigorous WALK AROUND; curiously circling or stalking)

My Mask without a Mirror

My Mask without a Mirror

Your Face without a Mask

Your Face without a Mask

O Sanity of Madness

O Sanity of Madness

O Comedy of Sadness

O Comedy of Sadness

Our Journey never ending

Performance never ending

Earth Air Fire Water

Water Fire Air Earth

Water Fire Air Earth

Earth Air Fire Water

I Breathe the way I Feel

I Breathe the way I Feel

I Feel the way I Breathe

I Feel the way I Breathe

(PAUSE—varieties of emotional breathing: short, long, fast, shallow, deep, gasping…)

O nights of Sleepless Dreaming

O nights of Sleepless Dreaming

One Endless Dream of Sleep

One Endless Dream of Sleep

This Existential Threat

My Existential Threat

I Wake Without your Hands

You Wake Without my Hands

I Wake Without my Feet

You Wake Without your Feet

Another Headless Morning

Another Headless Morning

Another Day of Yawning

Another Day of Yawning

I Breathe therefore I Am

I Breathe therefore I Am

(Sigh Deep Breath; WALK AROUND)

The Brittleness of Love

The Brittleness of Love

This bitter Play of Time

This bitter Play of Time

The Suppleness of Hate

The Suppleness of Hate

To Suffer into Light

To Suffer into Light

From Darkness into Light

Ah!… the Rope Walker

The Tight-rope

The Tightrope Walker

(PAUSE)

To Be or Not to Be

To Be or Not to Be

I Breathe therefore I Am

I Breathe therefore I Am

(WALK AROUND; Tableau)

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Those Eyes by Hunter Dasten

Can you peer through those eyes?
The radiance must be blinding.
As I gaze into them I’ve come to understand
what the ancients must have felt,
looking up toward the shimmering night sky.
All the mysteries and wonders of life
are clearly reflected, as is the light.
And even if I’d never be sure
just what chemicals kindle a stars faithful burn.
I would still spend every night
dreaming up poems about your eyes.

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