Author : Michael M. Nikoletseas
Publisher : Independently Published
ISBN 13 :
Total Pages : 0 pages
Book Rating : 4.6/5 (674 download)
Book Synopsis The Male Totem by : Michael M. Nikoletseas
Download or read book The Male Totem written by Michael M. Nikoletseas and published by Independently Published. This book was released on 2020-07-20 with total page 0 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Seven short stories .A raw look into the tender and terrible deeds of men in relation to other men. By the author of "The Iliad - Twenty Centuries of Translation" and "The Iliad: The Male Totem". Previous editions of this book are in top libraries such as Harvard, Oxford, Princeton, Columbia, One night in late summer we sat in the square long past midnight drinking wine [...] We are going to hell. Immigrants, the pestilence of this place. They pick Greek names, Thanasis, Pavlos, Nikos, hell they are communists, they have no names, no papers, no God. We Greek are a dying race. There is a solution, what the Italians do. What do the Italians do? I interrupted. He jumped up in the zeibekiko stance, arms stretched out. He danced around me, over me, like a bird that is about to attack, yelling Where the hell do you come from professor, you don''t know what the Italians do! They fucking drown them out in the ocean. You don''t know, professor? and you say you are my friend! You say you love me! Bullshit! They drown the bastards. They drown them! They have no caffeneio in their country, no tavernas, they have no bread, they come here and boss us around! We are sheep, the lamb of God, he whispered. They drown the bastards! he yelled at the top of his voice, a manly voice, the helpless whimper of a child that is punished. He stuck his nose on my face. Now he was calm, his voice course, trembling. His large black eyes wet, pleading You do not know, palikari. You sa you love me, ha. Your a liar, you know nothing. Exhausted, he kept dancing and chanting, staggering in the empty square until he drifted out of sight in the narrow dark streets of the village. I sat in the square for a long time. Witness to a crucifixion. I went back home shattered, whispering I know Cuckoo my good friend, I know, I know. (The Poutanaki) Antar on his knees, now lifting his arms up to his ears, now kissing the wet earth, an apparition that the river had spewed, face red with mud, his huge hands fumbling the sky, lips, moving incessantly... la ilaha illallahu,la ilaha illallahu! The thundering voice of last night, now, humbled, grateful, a whimper. He moved slowly, exhausted, yet his face radiating in the tender milky light, peace. He had found Him. I knelt besides him, my shoulder touching his shoulder, instantly shrouded into Antar'' s prayer. I stayed there next to him for a long time. The sun slowly chased the mist, crossed the river, saw two men on their knees facing the caves on the side of Ahmetaga, singing.. (Antar of Ahmetaga) Now he held up a photo of a boy around five wearing a cap with bunny ears. I looked at him nodding, waiting for a comment, which never came. He was silent looking at the picture of the boy and then looking at me. His eyes got wet and tears run down his cheeks. I remained silent too. Now his body sank into the chair, as if paralyzed. We drank some more wine but he remained motionless looking down on the floor of the yard. Tell me about the children in the attic, he said. I did not reply. And a while later: And the puppies? he asked. His lips were drooping and his eyes were round, frozen. We drank more wine in silence. (Fotis) He turned aside again, his whole face contracted, his lips quivering, the snout of an animal trying to smell the dark; always did this when he came to the mill. Those moments the pain on his face was gone, this was an act of lovemaking...(Antar of Ahmetag)
