ABSTRACT
Present: The present streams as a conscious and determinant mainexperience from this book. What is the subject? We. Our daily existence, our inner and outer reality, as entirety or detail. As in the exact sciences, it is excavated, stated, disenchanted; it is not, in the traditional sense of poetry, made music from a higher level. Why this title? To discover the metamorphoses of the same, always returning primary elements of life, through the centuries, through time: wandering, fighting, birth, friendship, love, death. A huge transformation from Homer to us. In penetration, it grows out of a tenable outer parallelism to the Odyssey, the ‘today’ in harsh discrepancy and distance. Like the Oihopa ponton become the snotgreen ocean, the pathetic helmets and swords changed to banal felthats and Chaplin-canes. The gracious Nausikaa corresponds to a kitschy teenager with jammed erotics, the cyclops who throws boulders corresponds to an irascible, nationalistic, middle-class man, who cuts up rough with empty cans…and so on, ad infinitum.
