Koyaanisqatsi. Poem by George Tzouvaras

Rundown walls of idols and murdering elevations
disobedient people that do not guess
the interpretation of ancient prophecies
the destruction that brings a foreign life in a foreign life
unknown white whirlwind of dream
and light blue glance affair
Where is the dream of Koyaanisqatsi?
The cool sough of green plains
waving of neckerchief in the top
shining eye of neon light and an unexpected silence
A dark chamber is the mirror
of every modern try
Where is the dream of Koyaanisqatsi?
Quiver of silence and insane pain
Dead ends of broken desires and lost selves
listen the rhapsody to the other
listen the rhapsody to the death of habit
Where is the dream of Koyaanisqatsi?
Dress the harmony of your heartbeats
persuade your self about your fall
three knockings on the door of a non-existed future
Where is the dream of Koyaanisqatsi?
White softness of pain and you my fog
under the rundown fields of people
Where is the dream of Koyaanisqatsi?
Miserable guilt with black capes
shadowy surround the air
and a hurt butterfly stands still.
Where is the dream of Koyaanisqatsi?
Execution of a clack over a phone call
between boundless ocean of tears
Where is the dream of Koyaanisqatsi?
The morning dew and a cigarette
flickers behind the curtains of civilization
and some comfortable cerebral armchairs
Where is the dream of Koyaanisqatsi?



Note: Was written long time ago almost at the dawn of a cold winter day, after seeing the film in my hometown Thessalonica in a cinema called Radio City. The film was directed by Godfrey Reggio and music composed by Philip Glass.

Ko. Yaa. Nis. Katsi. (comes from the Hopi language meaning)

Crazy life
Life in turmoil
Life disintegrating
Life out of balance
A state of life which calls for another way of living.