Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Many Happy Returns

These days I am thinking of the petrified girl. That one that saw her sister embarking to the Empire of a Particular Ratio on a commercial vessel, with the required documents of an unholy matrimony. That one that might have paid attention to Makriyannis' feverish oration "for these we fight as well" (for the curved stones) during the 1820s. After 2500 years, they transfered her from the Rock of Acropolis to the nearby New Museum of Acropolis, the one that will be soon having restaurants with a balcony, spicy ticket prices and pale Le-Corbusier-imitating aesthetics. So the group of the girls hopefully will be protected from rain, snow, wind and sun, pollution and the noise of a 5 millions city. They were led, even if late, to the salon, these noble street girls, that saw the growth, the decline, the shrinking, the growth, the pompous baroque of history.

Merry Christmas Heathen Beauty.

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Blogger Rowan said...

You sound like you're in a good mood.
I hope you are enjoying the occasion to the maximum (whatever that maximum may be.)

Καλά Χριστούγεννα

2:59 PM  
Blogger Vas said...

Yeah, among statues and statue-thoughts I feel fine. Ευχαριστώ, χρόνια πολλά σ'όλους.

6:28 PM  

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