5.26.2011

- "The Persians"


Dimitris Bozinis & Ioanna Katsarou on set.


A man (Dimitris Bozinis) was waiting for us as we entered in the theater.Seated alone on a bench. His face is pale white covered by his hat.

The stage becomes softer and colorful upon the arrival of the woman (Ioanna Katsarou).She appears as the personification of the Persian Chorus; a girl dressed in a light colored dress and pink ballerina shoes with her hair separated in two strong solid ponytails. A depiction of the once Persian youth. But that youth when hidden in her private room uncovers the icon of Atossa, the wife of Darius the Great and mother of Xerxes who lived to see her son invade Greece.


Atossa stood still on the stage of the Greek Cultural Center last night in Astoria.Alone dressed in garments announcing the ecstasy of Gold and power of the Persians.


'Ατοσσα:Και ποιός είναι ο αρχηγός που το στρατό εξουσιάζει?

Χορός: Δεν είναι δούλοι ή υπήκοοι κανενός.

As I was watching Dimitris Bozinis in one of his four faces in the play as the messenger who returns from the war to bring the news to Atossa screaming in ancient Greek, I was reminded of how proud I am to be Greek..


He shouted in a stormy whisper that echoed all over the theater :

Ω παίδες Ελλήνων, ίτε, ελευθερούτε πατρίδ', ελευθερούτε δε παίδας, γυναίκας, θεών τε πατρώων έδη, θήκας τε προγόνων, νυν υπέρ πάντων αγών.



And she stood still.

Alone covered in a coat of grief for the loss of all the Persian Army in the fight with the Greeks.



When I returned home I searched for that first photo I had taken of Ioanna Katsarou when I met her for the first time one night in East Village, Nyc. Looking at the photo,it was all clear to me. I could see now the image my lense wanted to capture. An amazing performer standing still. And behind her, the shadow of an ancient army of men dressed in Gold.

Ioanna Katsarou. Photo: Maria Garozi


Congratulations to the whole cast of the p-roject, Ioanna Katsarou, Dimitris Bozinis, Dimitris Dimitrakopoulos, Sofia Tsekoura, Drew Florida. The p- roject, based on the play “THE PERSIANS” by Aeschylus will travel on June 8th to Montreal, Canada as part of the Fringe Festival.

5.19.2011

- Listen to the Rain .

Rainy East Village - May 18, 2011

It has been raining for three days and nights in New York.


The streets of New York are wet.

My heart is still wet after Sunday night.

It is a hard rain when it falls down deep in your heart.


The Silent Man Series have come to an end?

He has been an inspiration. It is so easy to get inspired in life by those who are afar, by those who fill your empty space with mystery and passion. It is so easy to get inspired by a fantasy. But the challenge is to get inspired by reality. The challenge is to get inpired by those who are there by your side every day. That is the challenge.


I am looking outside of my window.

The streets of New York are wet.


Bob Dylan is singing for all of us now.


I am looking outside of my window.

It has been raining for three days and nights in New York.


I can hear the voice of the Eurythmics singing “Here Comes the Rain Again”. Prince’s voice cuts them to sing “Purple Rain”

Gun’s n Roses show up on the empty wet 6th street singing their own genuine “November Rain” and knowing its not November, I can hear Jose Feliciano’s “Rain” song.


And then one shadow from a loved moment of my lifetime.It is Creedence Clearwater Revival asking me


“Have you Ever Seen the Rain?”


I am sure you all have seen the rain....And I am sure you have listened to it.


All I can say is after the rain there is the rainbow appearing in our lives!


Much love to all

Garia August.

5.15.2011

- Dark & Stormy

Smith & Mills Restaurant/ Bar nyc

And he left me alone
once again...

We are lovers he said
No we are friends I replied
No we are lovers he added again...

he left because I did not want to eat from his dirty hands...
hands that have touched another woman of flesh covered with an aroma different
than mine

intense emotions always with his presence around my aura

he left me
there with two
plates full of food
eating my empty but confident thoughts

no matter what

You are free
Garia whispered in my ears
He is the one who made you a woman

There are still two plates with leftovers
waiting for his return
at smith and mills

the food is cold
my heart is cold
but it is forever

yes there is a forever finally -.
A forever
Silence //

- Maria Garozi

5.07.2011

- Lets Play with Friends.








now that we have them near.

the hour becomes so so heavy

when all we can feel of a friend

all we can see or hear

is the reflection of him splashing the waters of an old memory -.