LEVIATHAN

by Victoria Deliyianni

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Leviathan

You are a ruthless bitch. You are a child.

I am not a child! Well, maybe I am both a child and a woman at the same time…
And whatever else I ephemerally wish, claiming the carefree and calm moments of everyday life.
A Whale, a Snake, a Crocodile, a Dragon, a Biblical Dinosaur.
God created me to frolic in the sea.

Lies… God originally produced two of us. A male and a female.
Fearless and unbeatable Creatures, unrivaled in grace, form and motion.
Fearing that the multiplication of our breed would threaten His creation He destroyed one of us.

Me? He granted me immortality to soothe the pain for the loss of my partner.
What helps immortality, If it isn’t protection from the misery of the routine?
The last three hours of the day, God comes and plays with me, probably from misplaced guilt, until the Judgment Day.
Then Archangel Gabriel will finally redeem me, by killing me.
My flesh will feed all righteous believers… (though doomed, in my opinion) and my shining, scaly skin will become their shelter.

I was however created as selfish, hedonistic and opportunistic…
Eventually, will I ever pull through?

My charms cannot be missed. But to wash, to nourish and subsist myself to remain beautiful and unique for you fatigues me.
Male gazes still flatter me but I cannot bear them any more.
For you I will never be enough, never so radiant, ever so perfect.
Neither for me too?

Please, open your eyes to look inside the hundred eyes of mine.
Twinkling within like the rays of dawn.
Cause I might be something else now, and now… now again.
And you. And me. And us.

I desire to remain a child.
I long to grow into a granny.

Can you tame me, make a pet of me, put me on a leash for your priceless daughters?
I am not the intestinal sewer pipe you thought.
I don’t turn violent to “protect” us.

You are my selfless sweetheart.

Once now we have become three.
Do you want to make an agreement, the two of us – for you?
Would you like to enslave me for life?

Markos Vamvakaris, Bitch…

DANDELION

by Victoria Deliyianni


Words-Links:“BLOSSOMING WITH PLEASURE FROM WITHIN

Inbox: Dimitra Ioannou/ “a glimpse of”, issue 11/ Call for participation.
Early spring.
Parallel Universe-Nightmare.
I was dreaming that I was two-dimensional and trees where growing inside my house. Their roots and branches where sprouting to Animal body parts, mainly members of cat and fish… I was trying to cut them down but they were growing back over and over again. The next few days I quickly tried to draw the dream on a paper, feeling the urge to redeem myself.

Days go by. At the next “Closet” I listen to Dimitra read for Laila: “ I am hyper plane and I have defeated all my nightmares. […] I am jagging fish heads. “You must be kidding me…” I say to myself. Later on I share with her my visual draft. Perfect Identification.
A new tree for “a glimpse of” is growing now. Not so horrible anymore as the first one, but fertile and full of personal memories and references to issue 11.
My childhood’s favorite Woody woodpecker. Rabbit ears/Red rabbit roller-skate as well as my first Halloween costume.
Next post: “The day mom realized she gave birth to a rabbit she decided to train me as an Easter Bunny.”
Peacock and owl feathers. A butterfly. The previous desperate catheads now transform into a dynamic and powerful tiger. A rat-tail is there reminiscent of the costumes of Mickey and Mini mouse and my mother’s obsession in masquerading me like a rodent.Prehistoric sea monsters. A tropical bird tail. Some roots transform into waves, Hokusai and Hiroshige Andō waves: A tribute to the years of my collaboration with Christos D. The endless hours of debate, ethos and culture in our mellow routine. A hollow in the center of the tree resembles a woman’s vagina allowing the composition to blossom with pleasure from within.
Fugitive beings, perhaps unlinked, pieces of our collective unconscious. Just like the parts of a dandelion plant shortly before the wind blows them away.

No mind traffic.
Eventually this disturbed blossoming tree might not be so incoherent.
It has legs, arms, ears, eyes…
Three eyes, emphasizing on the middle-third eye / the pituitary / the subconscious.The genitals betray the nature of a woman’s body. A human body in Temporal Τransformation. On the upper part unfold the beauty, eroticism, sensitivities, intuition, naturalness, naivety, grace, and wisdom of females. In contrast, tension, dynamism and autonomy characteristics of male are evident on the base.
I go back in issue 11 and read: Last night I woke up from a beautiful sensual dream: a man who looked like a handsome woman who looked like a man. And just above: Nothing to explain, nothing to interpret.

Rolling Stones, Dandelion

* The Closet/Reading Series