Betrayal comes from ⋮ another.

Betrayal comes
from the excessive devotion
of one to another.

Kiki Dimoula from a 2008 tee-vee interview

Η προδοσία έρχεται
από την υπερβολική προσφορά
το ενός προς τον άλλον.

The poet Kiki Dimoula (1931–2020) was speaking on the Hellenic Broadcasting Corporation (ERT) tee-vee programme Life Is Elsewhere (I zoí íne alloú), hosted by Evi Kyriakopoulou, in 2008.

Translated for (and taken from) the 2008 printed programme created for the stage work Medea(2) by Dimitris Papaioannou.

A fragment plucked from the video web and hidden away inside the folds of the book’s cover.

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MEDEA (TO THE POWER OF) TWO MEDEA MANUAL A (FOR ATHENS)

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enters ⋮ darkness fundamental ⋮ measure

A ballad ⋮ beloved.

A life ⋮ forever here.

A mutilated ⋮ death.

All ⋮ in and of itself.

All that I ⋮ back.

An all-round driver of ⋮ systems.

An earthquake ⋮ himself.

An opportunity⋮ precedes syntax.

And ⋮ the land.

Are you afraid ⋮ comrade.

Banana falls ⋮ over.

Betrayal comes from ⋮ another.

Boughs ⋮ like ink (Egyptian).

But rejection ⋮ at night.

Don’t ⋮ bare, bereft.

Down on the ⋮ floor.

Each night, ⋮ tears.

For better or ⋮ return.

Ghost boy ⋮ killer.

I am ⋮ weeping.

I asked him ⋮ to dance more.

I come ⋮ cover up.

I find a plaque ⋮ fascinating.

Inside ⋮ its warm embrace.

It is ⋮ everything.

Let me ⋮ never come.

Like ⋮ the smell of earth.

Look now ⋮ and grow tame.

Me – the material ⋮ necessity.

Miss! Pride and ⋮ bows.

Nightmarish forest of ⋮ our own.

Noon ⋮ lies ahead.

Painting ⋮ with the body.

Plunged in ⋮ our gaze.

Rose-like ⋮ all the flowers.

The catharsis ⋮ of proportion.

The difference ⋮ is absurdity.

The migratory moves ⋮ immense.

The things ⋮ now behind.

This here ⋮ (from Brazil.)

This place of ours is ⋮ sky.

Today ⋮ forever more.

What ⋮ everyone will say.

Words ⋮ seem unrecognisable.