Mr. Nanos Valaoritis is, I would like to share how Nanos lives with you. In a cozy house apartment located at the centre of Athens, there is not only a wide range of books on the tables, on the floor and everywhere as if these books have been co-habiting the house day by day in an equivalent and pleasant way, but (there is) also a somehow clumsy collection of cutting papers with writers’ faces, such as Marcel Proust. These ‘‘posters’’ call upon my memory of childhood, when I was filling all my armoires with singers’ faces and every afternoon was listening to the radio aloud while walking in the room from one corner to the other and living in the stories of my mind… (I have to admit that the moquette was not a coquette any more but had the signs of the route on itself; the signs were obvious especially towards the door due to the view from the balcony.) Anyway, this childish habit to create a domestic phantasy – even with phantasms- that Nanos has preserved in an intellectual apotheosis, was the first link to feel how he might have felt. All I want to claim here is that facts written in a C.V. never make you feel the quality and originality of spirit, the sense of humor and ‘‘psychic vision’’ that Nanos has got. A lot of stories come to my mind while thinking of him. It happens to do so when we meet open faces, willing to share their experiences with us.
Nanos Valaoritis was born of Greek parents in
In voluntary exile from the repressive Junta, Nanos began his American life teaching at
I attach the poem ‘‘Who is Me?’’ of Nanos Valaoritis published at The London Magazine - October / November 2007 by Sebastian Barker.
Nanos Valaoritis Pan Daimonium, Lacey, Washington, Philos Press, 2005.