– Constantinos, what is your poetry about?
– It is about me and my multiple selfs. And it is about my past. Writing is a pretty selfish process you know.
– I understand. Sounds nice. In other words you are schizophrenically having sex with yourself.
– (Laughing) Yes, you can say so. Continue reading Constantinos Papageorgiou (CY): Performances of daily life →