Mavromatakis - Koropoulis - Rosopoulos

The poor life
by Giorgos Koropoulis

A tender, unstable, traumatized man, bitter and at times viciously sarcastic, tries to stabilize the image or his memory on stage: he could be rehearsing his apology (to whom?) for some error he keeps on confusing with others, by others, as his memory gradually returns. But he really is guilty: with his mis-steps and cock-ups, he has captured the “accelerating grimace” of an era whose boundaries and truths are becoming more fluid, blurring like the lines of a sketch that were clearly drawn just a short while ago. Which is the underlying cause of his own instability since, when he talks, he mixes himself up with figures from other equally unsettled and transitional eras: with Stefanos Sachlikis, above all, from 14th-century Venetian-ruled Crete.

As we leave the Middle Ages behind, he relates Sachlikis’ mistakes in the first person, the various things that befell him, the riches he squandered, his disastrous relationship with ‘politics’, his financial collapse and imprisonment. But also with the Byzantine Michael Glykas from the 12th century and François Villon from the 15th. The language he uses is just as fluid, marked by constant changes of tone and period detail. Only one thing remains the same: he speaks in verse throughout, sliding at times into music and becoming increasingly comic throughout...