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    Kata Ton Daimona Eaytoy

    By Juan Castano

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    Kata ton daimona eaytoy (?at? ton da???a ea?t??) is a phrase from the ancient Greek, a concept embraced by the stoicism that can be interpreted in many ways in the modern day.
    This philosophy is best perceived in the culture of Fin de sicle, which lasted from 1880s till around 1890s. It was considered a period of degeneration but also a period for a new beginning. The transition between a fact and the destruction of it to create a new reality.
    The term Fin de sicle is commonly applied to the French artists, but it also represents globally the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Castanos dark poetry aims to achieve this concept, showing that even beauty has a dark side, in a hopeful attempt to make us appreciate it even more. When we know the whole of our reality, we know better what we have.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateJul 3, 2013
    ISBN9781481799140
    Kata Ton Daimona Eaytoy
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    Juan Castano

    Juan Castano is a British writer and author of Anamnesis and Verses of the Sanctuary. Castano has a strong approach to what he calls dark poetry, which is inspired by Fin de siècle culture, which originated around 1880s and which has also inpired this collection. Included are photography and graphic designs also by Juan Castano. He lives in London with his fiancée and children.

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      Kata Ton Daimona Eaytoy - Juan Castano

      © 2013 by Juan Castano. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 07/01/2013

      ISBN: 978-1-4817-9913-3 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4817-9914-0 (e)

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      This book is printed on acid-free paper.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Works in this collection by—Aldous Huxley, William Blake, Walt Whitman, John Keats, Edgar Alan Poe, William Butler Yeats, Oscar Wilde, Paul Verlaine, Charles Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud—are referred as Public Domain.

      Translations, Photography and Art design by Juan Castano.

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      CONTENTS

      Introduction

      Aldous Huxley

      Winter Dream

      The Reef

      By The Fire

      Out Of The Window

      Panic

      Private Property

      The Elms

      A Little Memory

      The Alien

      Minoan Porcelain

      William Blake

      A Cradle Song

      A Divine Image

      A Dream

      A Poison Tree

      A Song

      The Tiger

      I See The Four-Fold Men

      The Lily

      Auguries Of Innocence

      Eternity

      Walt Whitman

      1861

      A Broadway Pageant

      A Carol Of Harvest For 1867

      A Clear Midnight

      A Farm Picture

      A Glimpse

      A Hand Mirror

      Aboard At A Ship’s Helm

      O Captain! My Captain

      Portals

      John Keats

      A Draught Of Sunshine

      A Party Of Lovers

      On The Grasshopper

      And Cricket

      Lamia

      Lines On The Mermaid Tavern

      Ode To A Nightingale

      The Devon Maid

      To Autumn

      To Hope

      Two Sonnets On Fame

      Edgar Allan Poe

      A Dream Within A Dream

      Dreamland

      The Raven

      The Village Street

      The Lake

      The Sleeper

      An Enigma

      Alone

      Dreams

      William Butler Yeats

      A Bronze Head

      A Cradle Song

      A Crazed Girl

      A Dream Of Death

      A Drinking Song

      The Four Ages Of Man

      When You Are Old

      Death

      Blood And The Moon

      Oscar Wilde

      Requiestcat

      Santa Decca

      A Vision

      Apologia

      Desespoir

      The New Helen

      Flower Of Love

      At Verona

      Ave Maria Gratia Plena

      In The Forest

      Paul Verlaine

      Autumn Song

      Birds In The Night

      Apres Trois Ans

      A La Promenade

      Clair De Lune

      A Une Femme

      Ariettes Oubliess

      Sleep, Darksome, Deep

      Bruxelles

      Chanson D’atomne

      Charles Baudelaire

      Morning Twilight

      Already!

      Autumn Song

      The Irremediable

      A Beatrice

      A Former Life

      The Sadness Of The Moon

      The Ragman’s Wine

      The Jewels

      The Dancing Serpent

      Arthur Rimbaud

      A Winter Dream

      Antique

      Blackcurrant River

      Dance Of The Hanged Man

      Asleep In The Valley

      Childhood

      After The Flood

      Barbarian

      Anguish

      Dawn

      Juan Castano

      New Decadence

      Nightmare

      The Fallen Empire

      Return Home

      Summer Night

      Nature Of Love

      You

      The Divine Soul

      Darkness

      The Highway

      A Day Like Any Other

      Svenska

      Madness

      Sickness

      The Station

      Humanity

      Awakening

      Dark Night

      Next Life

      At The End Of The Line

      Père Lachaise

      Purpose

      The Hours

      Sympathy

      Sweet Home

      Oh Lord

      Discovery

      Challenging

      Aim

      The Kingdom

      Bella

      Codified

      Nightmare Of Our Dreams

      The Secret Game

      Karma

      Desire Under The Moonlight

      I cheated death,

      I took her life

      and now I can’t die.

      —Juan Castano

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      INTRODUCTION

      KATA TON DAIMONA EAYTOY (κατά ton δαίμονα εαυτού), Kata—According; Daimona—Spirit; Eaytoy—self; is a phrase from the ancient Greek, a concept embraced by the Stoicism which has many ways to be interpreted in the modern day.

      Most people attribute the meaning to the expression ‘True to his own spirit’; others suggest that the actual meaning of the phrase is ‘according to what conscience suggest is right’.

      The Stoicism and Christianity have a lot in common, and the deep meaning to this phrase could have the same significance in both philosophies. In modern Greek the word Daimona means ‘demon’ but in ancient Greek, where the original phrase came from, it means ‘spirit’ or ‘deity’.

      In terms of the phrase as a whole, the significance is not just one simple expression but a concept, indicating that we all have a ‘demon spirit’ or something like a ‘guardian angel’, which guides us through life. In other words, it could mean that we act in life and make our decisions in accordance to our conscience.

      This philosophy is best perceived in the culture of ‘Fin de siècle’, which lasted from 1880’s till around 1890’s. It was considered a period of degeneration but also a period for a new beginning. The transition between a fact and the destruction of it to create a new reality.

      In these modern times, Castano believes, there should be a change in the mentality of people, a new revival and a rediscovering of our principles. His writing shows a discomfort with our society and he praises the great minds that have seen a future in the elegancy of poetry; the perception of our world is just a step away from the old conception of nature. When we learn to live with nature, we will learn to live with ourselves. The concept of Kata Ton Daimona Eaytoy is interpreted by Castano as a force that pushes the boundaries to a limit, to conceive a new reality… just like some philosophers, poets and other artist have done though centuries.

      Castano shows in his writings a style of decadence, that is not to be confused with depression but a force that provides the impetus, for a transition between our facts and the destruction of these to create a new consciousness.

      You have to stay in a constant state of revolution in order to survive.

      The term Fin de siècle is commonly applied to the French artists but it also represents globally, the ‘end of an era’ and the beginning of a new one. Castano’s Dark poetry aims to achieve this concept, showing that even beauty has a dark side in a hopeful attempt to make us appreciate it even more. When we know the whole of our reality we know better what we have.

      This collection of poems, presents some of the figures that have influenced Juan Castano in life and his literature; writers and philosophers that also share with great deal, the concept of Kata Ton Daimona Eaytoy according to Castano.

      The pages we write today,

      are the steps

      we will find tomorrow.

      -Juan Castano

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      ALDOUS HUXLEY

      Born Aldous Leonard Huxley on 26 July 1894—Godalming, Surrey. He was an English writer and a members of the famous Huxley family. At the age of 16 Huxley suffered with a form of ‘keratitis’ and became totally blind for a period. He never recovered completely but enough to continue with his studies and later on, with his writings.

      Best known for his novels including Brave New World, Island and a wide-ranging output of essays. He also published short stories, poetry, travel writing, film stories and scripts.

      He married Maria Nys, a Belgian he met at Garsington, in 1919. They had one child, Matthew Huxley. Maria died of breast cancer in 1955.

      In 1956 he married Laura Huxley, also an author. She wrote ’This Timeless Moment’, a biography of Huxley.

      In 1954 Huxley published an influential study of consciousness expansion through mescaline, ‘The Doors Of Perception’, one of his most famous work till date, he became later a guru among Californian hippies and an influence for the rock band The Doors. He also started to use LSD and showed interest in Hindu philosophy.

      He spent the later part of his life in the United States, living in Los Angeles from 1937.

      Unable to speak, Huxley made a written request to his wife Laura for LSD. According to her account of his death in ‘This Timeless Moment’, she granted him with an injection in the morning and a second one a few hours later; Huxley died aged 69, in the evening on 22 November 1963 in Los Angeles, California.

      Huxley’s ashes were buried in the family grave at the Watts Cemetery, in Compton, a village near Guilford, Surrey, England.

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      WINTER DREAM

      Oh wind-swept towers,

      oh endlessly blossoming trees,

      white clouds and lucid eyes,

      and pools in the rocks whose unplumbed blue is pregnant

      with who knows what of subtlety

      and magical curves and limbs—

      white Anadyomene and her shallow breasts

      mother-of-pearled with light.

      And oh the April, April of straight soft hair,

      falling smooth as the mountain water and brown;

      the April of little leaves unblinded,

      of rosy nipples and innocence

      and the blue languor of weary eyelids.

      Across a huge gulf I fling my voice

      and my desires together:

      across a huge gulf… on the other bank

      crouches April with her hair as smooth and straight and brown

      as falling waters.

      oh brave curve upwards and outwards.

      oh despair of the downward tilting—

      despair still beautiful

      as a great star one has watched all night

      wheeling down under the hills.

      Silence widens and darkens;

      voice and desires have dropped out of sight.

      I am all alone, dreaming she would come and kiss me.

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      THE REEF

      My green aquarium of phantom fish,

      goggling in on me through the misty panes;

      my rotting leaves and fields spongy with rains;

      my few clear quiet autumn days—I wish

      I could leave all, clearness and mistiness;

      sodden or goldenly crystal, all too still.

      Yes, and I too rot with the leaves that fill

      the hollows in the woods; I am grown less

      Than human, listless, aimless as the green

      idiot fishes of my aquarium,

      who loiter down their dim tunnels and come

      and look at me and drift away, nought seen

      Or understood, but only glazedly

      reflected. Upwards, upwards through the shadows,

      through the lush sponginess of deep-sea meadows

      where hare-lipped monsters batten, let me ply

      Winged fins, bursting this matrix dark to find

      jewels and movement, mintage of sunlight

      scattered largely by the profuse wind,

      and gulfs of blue brightness, too deep for sight.

      Free, newly born, on roads of music and air

      speeding and singing, I shall seek the place

      where all the shining threads of water race,

      drawn in green ropes and foamy meshes. There,

      On the red fretted ramparts of a tower

      of coral rooted in the depths, shall break

      an endless sequence of joy and speed and power:

      green shall shatter to foam; flake with white flake

      Shall create an instant’s shining constellation

      upon the blue; and all the air shall be

      full of a million wings that swift and free

      laugh in the sun, all power and strong elation.

      Yes, I shall seek that reef, which is beyond

      all isles however magically sleeping

      in tide less seas, uncharted and unconned

      save by blind eyes; beyond the

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