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Koukis Christos is a poet and writer and the curator of the Crete International Poetry Festival which takes place in Greece every year. He was born in 1979 and he has published poetry books in Greece, France, Italy and Serbia and poems of his have been translated in eight (8) languages. He has participated in poetry anthologies in Greece and other countries and in several international poetry festivals around the world. He has worked in poetry and culture magazines and has written lyrics for songs. Recently he collaborated in an international project for Documenta 14 Athens. He lives and works in Athens. ( Sourced from http://www.koukispoet.com/ )
Poetry collections, awards, professional memberships, etc.
2019 Participation (since 2014) in twenty (20) International Poetry Festivals ( poems translated in English, French, Spanish, Hindu, Portuguese, Serbian, Romanian, Slovenian, Italian, Turkish).
2019 Publication of poetry book «Modern guilt» in English by Paperwall Publishing House.
2019 Director of International Poetry Festival in Greece (http://cipfest.org/).
2018 Publication of poetry book «Modern guilt» in Greece, Kedros Publications
2017 Participation with two (2) poems in the anthology «Kleine tiere zum schlachten, Neue gedichte aus Griechenland» (Germany), editions Parassitenpresse
2017 Participation in Documenta 14 Athens as a poet (writing, reading, translating) in the International project ‘’The place of the thing’’.
2017 Selections of my poems published in the international poetry magazine Levure Litteraire.
2016 Presentation of my lecture about Modern Greek Poetry in 20th century at University of Lisbon, Portugal (in English) at the conference ” Da Poesia Neo-Helenica 1905-2016″
2016 Participation in poetry anthologies in Italy and Serbia with selected poems from all my poetry books
2016 Publication of poetry book “Velicanstven paradoks lepote” Smederevo Publications, Serbia
2016 Publication of poetry book “Journal intime d’un amoureux”, L’Haramattan Publications France
2016 Participation in Oaxaca, Mexico video-poetry Festival with several poems
2015 Participation in the poetry anthology “Poetry Dialogues”, Govostis publications Greece
2015 Poems from all my poetry books were selected by Professor Jacques Bouchard for his lectures at the Centre d’études néo-helléniques de l’Université de Montréal, Montreal Canada.
2014 Publication of poetry diary “Diary for Lovers” Roes Publications Greece
2013-2016 Co-editor of online poetry journal www.poeticanet.gr
2013 Publication of poetry collection “The Great Paradox of the Sun” Govostis publications Greece
2012 Participation in the poetry anthology “Poets in the Shadow” Gavrielides publications Greece
2011 National First Appearance Poetry Award, 31st Hellenic Symposium on Poetry, Greece
2011 Co-curator/ co-organiser of the group international art exhibition “HOMO SAPIENS IN LOVE”
2011 Publication of poetry collection “After Beauty” Gavrielides publications Greece
Latin America moon
The red moon’s gunpowder brought down unconscious the blinds of shame
Tomorrow morning we shall rise alive
I was woken up by the snowflakes of your voice
I squeezed the ripe sun and drank at one gulp
the pollen of a homeland
summer is a paradise devoid of miracular despair
Pine trees pin the syllables of the blue
Birds throw stones at the voice of cars
The sun’s rays dive into the water for the day’s cross
Flowers count the light with decimal precision
and the children on the wooden balcony are pantomiming clouds
The quiet pebbles lack courage
on the sand that didn’t stick on wet love
I must have fallen down a thousand times I got up once
Your stalks of grain, your glowing skin
Sesame on the lips, islands in the oceanic wine
Tongue that falters, body testing water
There are women akin to first numbers: they divide
War in Middle East
There was an outbreak of war and instantly sexual pleasures flowed inside us
Prophesies turned into paper money and paper money into tinder
of a country discarded from the hands of the very dream
Guilt by guilt I rake up disaster grasping the lustrous soil’s gunwale
I read the tragedians while swimming in the isthmus of bygone reality
Only thus am I not roused, I don’t waken the first blood
I can’t sleep when I see you gathering
from every season a pair of breaths:
the murmur of yellow leaves, the swiftness of north winds
the pounding of summer noon, the hum of snowy roofs
the death rattle of overflowing brooks and the gale’s guffawing
the swallow’s puffing, the steaming meadow’s sigh
the mountain top’s gallop, the azure’s dive
the dishevelled cloudburst and the damp earth’s frankincense
thunder’s gunpowder, the fog’s blinkers
spring’s rails, the fruits’ compasses
the smoke of deluge and the ashes of sunshine
The frost of success and failure’s starvation
Our tears ask for a share in the bread of ages
Shadows of Grexit
Shadows stagger disarmed on the downward slope foolish by now they turn their wrinkled idol clouded they are the ones that stripped my body from joy
They stood up like half-destroyed bridges, irrevocable words, obstinate
Oh! how much did their era hurt me
how much I was humiliated working for them Bankrupt by now, encircled and no longer inflated
they are in a hurry to sneak into the carriage of the night and I am in the appropriate position to call them
with plenty of satisfaction and relief
Shadows do appear, everything has ended
Modern guilt
Two mirrors were quarreling as to which was the most beautiful
and which could be sold at with the most interesting price
and no objection serious nor loud did we express and not one proper determining fissure did we make
pity; the turn of events would have given us the pleasure we cannot find
so somewhere these two mirrors will be hanging on a wall or from a hand
and they will keep pretending that they have seen a lot but they will always be missing the sight of beauty
Two mirrors were quarreling and had become a spectacle and a subject of discussion but it is all over now and nobody even mentions them nor us
