The Runaway - Savvakis, Nikos
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I've always felt an overwhelming sense of luck. Here I am, existing, against almost unimaginable odds. The sheer improbability of my being, of any of us being, is staggering. Yet, here we stand, shining brightly in this vast cosmic tapestry. Our very planetary system stands as a testament to our extraordinary fortune. And if that isn't humbling enough, consider the vastness of the black hole in Messier 87, a galaxy 50 million light-years away, its expanse overshadowing our entire galaxy. Is it divine design, sheer chance, or some other elusive force that granted us this existence? I'm…mehr

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I've always felt an overwhelming sense of luck. Here I am, existing, against almost unimaginable odds. The sheer improbability of my being, of any of us being, is staggering. Yet, here we stand, shining brightly in this vast cosmic tapestry. Our very planetary system stands as a testament to our extraordinary fortune. And if that isn't humbling enough, consider the vastness of the black hole in Messier 87, a galaxy 50 million light-years away, its expanse overshadowing our entire galaxy. Is it divine design, sheer chance, or some other elusive force that granted us this existence? I'm eternally grateful to whatever power played a hand. How can one not marvel at the world around us? The birds, animals, plants, and the myriad wonders of both land and sea? Yet, as I reflect, I'm equally astounded by humanity's extremes; the marvels and the madness we are both capable of and often oblivious to. My poetry seeks to encapsulate this wonder, highlighting both our monumental achievements and our stark shortcomings.
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Nikos Savvakis was born in Phinikouda, a small fishing village in South-Western Peloponnese, Greece. From a very early age, he found himself in the family café and, given the Greek obsession with politics, it was natural for him to study it later as a student in England. However, when his attempt to practice it even at elementary level came to grief-he managed to get seven (out of a hundred) votes for a place at the local council-he retreated from any institutional involvement. It was thanks to this failure inter alia that poetry, an unexpected and uninvited guest, gained the upper hand as his raison d'etre. He has been grateful to the Muse since his 27th year, when she did him the honour of embracing him.