Looking for the dead

Loneliness wears you down.

You are the eye of the storm and the sturm of the drang and you are dead. Deadeye Dick killed with a stick, a stick in the eye, eyeing half the world and the other half can go to hell.

You know it well. You knocked it out and blocked it out but still it rises, reprises, haunts and taunts and you crawl into the crawlspace, a crab from nebulae looking for the dead who died in bed except for Will who locked the door and died on the floor and your brother a pallbearer watching you as Ave Maria broke hearts and finally departs, the wind so still on a graveyard hill.

You saw the light and the light was black. You ran down the other side and ran out the back but the back was gone and you were back inside. The nightmare, a repeat performance, no curtain call, an audience of one, name of mudd, verbal assassin, do you like Jules Dassin?

All you do is watch movies. At least they motivate you to move from the bedroom to the livingdeadroom. How about Melina Mercouri, mercurial hot blooded sexy as hell but all was not well in the state of Greece, the junta, the punta gorda, the fat point and the fascist coup, Melina mercury rising too, a famous figurehead who fought the fascists and then the bastards were dead.

Well, that was something. You wake up and the day is slowly stopped, no traffic outside, no wind, no sun. There are no birds.

The loneliness wears you down. The death of conversation murders you in hot blood. Isolation makes you insane in the name of the lord and the sun and the unholy ghost.

No army of angels, no heavenly host, oblivion obliterates all. It obliterated your wife and all her thoughts and feelings and memories and it obliterated your Will and it obliterated your will. You became weak. You saw no one and talked to no one. Inside the vacuum you became a cleaner and rubbed yourself out, Eraserhead of Birkenhead, mind suicide, not of the body, the body still stands and sits and drinks and smokes and tokes, a token of your love in memory of the lifelove obliterated in oblivion where all the dead do not exist.


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Melina Mercouri fought the fascists

In Memoriam: The Greek Goddess
Melina Mercouri fought the fascists
October 18, 1920 – March 6, 1994

THE POLITICAL CAREER OF THE ‘NEVER ON SUNDAY’ ACTRESS

Melina Mercouri was in New York performing in the musical ‘Illya Darling’ when a gang of military colonels overthrew the Greek government in April 1967 in a coup d’état.

The Greek actress came from a famous political family — her grandfather was a long-time mayor of Athens and her father was a Greek parliamentarian — and she used her love of Greece and her fame to help unseat the generals.

She immediately launched an international campaign to fight against the military junta, traveling the world to speak out against the dictatorial regime.

Melina Mercouri fought the fascists

The generals revoked her Greek citizenship and confiscated her property.

When her citizenship was taken away, she said: “I was born a Greek and I will die a Greek. Those bastards were born fascists and they will die fascists.”

MINISTER FOR CULTURE

Six years later, after the fall of the junta and during the metapolitefsi* in 1974, Melina Mercouri got her citizenship back and settled in Greece.

She was a founding member of the centre-left political party PASOK, serving as liaison for the culture section. She ultimately became the first female Minister for Culture and Sport.

Melina’s first movie role was in the 1955 Greek language film ‘Stella.’ She became known internationally when she starred in the 1960 hit ‘Never on Sunday,’ directed by co-star Jules Dassin, who would become her husband until her death.

SEXY ACTRESS FOUGHT THE FASCISTS

“You know, it is said that we Greeks are a fervent and warm blooded breed. Well, let me tell you something — it is true.”

The ‘Greek Goddess’ won Best Actress Award at the Cannes Film Festival and an Academy Award nomination for ‘Never on Sunday’ and followed that success two years later with more award nominations for ‘Phaedra.’

Melina Mercouri died of lung cancer at Sloan Kettering Hospital in New York City at the age of 73. She was survived by Jules Dassin. He died in 2008 at the age of 96. They had no children.

TOGETHER
Melina Mercouri and Jules Dassin

The actress and political activist was given a state funeral with ministerial honors in Athens at which more than 300,000 people mourned her death.

UNESCO established an international award in her name for achievements in safeguarding and enhancing the world’s major cultural landscapes.

GREEK CULTURE CHAMPION


“I want to believe in a personal god… but the suffering of one single child, or more likely, millions is evidence against that belief. The one question I want to ask god: how do you explain or justify the suffering of a child?”