On the Arc of Light and Silence

I took up writing, out of a personal need. To enhance my pace, even a bit. To understand the dimensions of the world, the responsibility of the Sun. To withstand the deluge of light and the wisdom of silence. To listen to the great poets raising life to its height. To hear the agonizing voice of Dionysios Solomos crying out loud for a free motherland! To hear Elytis apologizing for his century to the light of the Aegean. To hear the blind Argentinian poet Jorge Luis Borges shouting his belief that: ‘I lost nothing apart from the insignificant surface of things’. To hear Embeirikos reveal that words are the true mainland of poets. It is them I am occupying myself with, I wrestle them and being wrestled by them, endlessly. And so, poetry was born..."A house, a crossroads and a chapel and it is there I always return, to dine, to ask, to receive communion". Elias Margiolas