Kostis Palamas ΚΩΣΤΗΣ ΠΑΛΑΜΑΣ
Born 1859 Died 1945
Athens First
Cemetery: Section 14, Number 236-8
Others, who wander far in distant lands may seek
On Alpine Mountains high the magic Edelweis;
I am an Element Immovable; each year,
April delights me in my garden, and the May
In my own village.
On Alpine Mountains high the magic Edelweis;
I am an Element Immovable; each year,
April delights me in my garden, and the May
In my own village.
Kostis
Palamas has come to represent the spirit of an entire generation. His poetry is
often sublime and always accessible. It has been popular; he was nominated for
the Nobel Prize 14 times. Along with Georgos Drossinis and Ioannis Polemis, and
other poets of the New Athenian School,
he championed the use of demotic Greek over
katharevousa, the formal language adopted by educated Greeks after the revolution,
a language which had become more contrived and archaic as time went on. His imaginative focus was the landscape and the
people of Greece, their mythology, their folk lore, and their history. When he
died in 1943, his funeral sparked a massive protest against the German
occupation.
His Life:
Kostis Palamas was born on
January 13th 1859 in
Patras to a family from Messolonghi. Orphaned at 6, he lived with his uncle in that
historic lagoon city. Its unique landscape left an indelible mark:
I have the
sweetness of the lake and have
The bitterness of the great sea. But now
The bitterness of the great sea. But now
Alas! my
sweetness is a little drop;
My bitterness, a flood. For the cold winter,
The great corsair, has come with the north wind,
Death's king. My azure blood has slowly flowed
Out of my veins and gone to bring new life
To the deep seas. A shroud weed-woven wraps me…
My bitterness, a flood. For the cold winter,
The great corsair, has come with the north wind,
Death's king. My azure blood has slowly flowed
Out of my veins and gone to bring new life
To the deep seas. A shroud weed-woven wraps me…
(from What the Lagoon
Said)
Palamas left Messolonghi in 1875 at the age of
17 to enroll in the Athens School of Law, but realized quickly that law was not
for him. He had already fallen in love with poetry. From 1879 he began writing
in newspapers and the periodicals of the day and in 1886 he published his first
collection entitled Songs of my Fatherland (Τραγούδια της Πατρίδος μου). Hymn to Athena (Ο Ύμνος στην Αθηνά) in 1889 and The
Eyes of the Soul (Τα μάτια της ψυχής ) in 1992 followed. Almost immediately he began to acquire
a following, - and criticism from many for his exclusive use of the demotic,
the spoken language of the people.
His response to those whom he considered
pedants:
… And I created it. But narrow men who bow
To worship shapeless wooden images, ill clad,
With hostile glances and with shudderings of fear,
Looked down upon us, work and worker, angrily.
My statue in the rubbish thrown!
Luckily, Palamas had begun his career when the prejudice against the use of the demotic in poetry was already crumbling. It seemed a far too cumbersome and awkward a medium for the expression of the personal feelings Romantic poetry demanded. In the very early days of the state, a return to some form of ancient Greek for all Greek speakers, whether inside or outside of the country, had seemed progressive. (1) But after 1870, as other Balkan countries were developing and promoting their own national identity and singing the songs of their folk heroes in the language of the people, there was an increased yearning in Greece for a more truly national voice. Folk songs that had once been denigrated by Greek linguistic conservatives as barbaric were becoming popular and were being popularized by members of the New Athenian School.
In his defense of the demotic, Palamas had argued that a language is ‘owned’ by the people who actually speak it and a poet had every right to create or use words from any source, something that was anathema to the purists who wanted only ancient Greek words and ancient Greek endings.(2)
Palamas won the national Filadelfeios poetry prize in 1889, and again in 1890. In the 1890s he wrote the words to the Olympic Hymn, (3) for the Olympics held in Athens in 1896. It is now sung at the opening and closing ceremony at every Olympics.
In
1897, Palamas was made secretary of Athens University. He would hold
this post until 1926. The university was full of katharevousa ‘die hards’. It
is said that when he took up the post, the rector of the University said “I
hope, Mr Palamas, that now you have gained this valuable position that you will
now cease to write poetry.” (4)
In 1898 The
death of his young son Alkis elicited one of his most poignant and well known poems:
Neither with iron,
Nor with gold,
Nor with the colours
That the painters scatter,
Nor with gold,
Nor with the colours
That the painters scatter,
Nor with marble
Carved with art,
Your little house I built
For you to dwell for ever;
Carved with art,
Your little house I built
For you to dwell for ever;
With spirit charms alone
I raised it in a land
That knows no matter nor
The withering touch of Time.
I raised it in a land
That knows no matter nor
The withering touch of Time.
With all my tears,
With all my blood,
I founded it
And built its vault....
With all my blood,
I founded it
And built its vault....
Palamas and the Hairy Ones
But back in 1901, Palamas was in the middle of the increasingly nasty language debate and was condemned by scholars during the so called Gospel Riots, riots in protest against a demotic translation of the New Testament. Students and their professors rampaged in the streets for days in defense of katharevousa and eight demonstrators were killed.(7) Our mild mannered poet and secretary was reviled by the students as one of the 'Hairy Ones', as demoticists were called by their detractors.
But through it all Palamas continued to write and to be appreciated – over 20 poetry collections in all.
In 1926 he was elected a member of the Athens Academy and in 1930, he became its president. His last collection The Nights of Fimios (Οι νύχτες του Φήμιο) was published in 1935
His Death
Even in the winter’s heart, the almonds are a
blossom (Hundred
Voices)
Archbishop Damaskinos presided, and the poet Angelos Sikelianos, placed his
hands on the coffin as he began his eulogy:
Sound the paean!... Awesome flags of freedom unfold in the air… on his
coffin hangs all of Greece
The funeral ended with the defiant crowd singing the outlawed Greek
National Anthem.
Footnotes
1 See Adamantios Korais
2 Oddly, katharevousa was never regulated by any official body and did not even become
Greece’s ‘official’ language until 1968 when the backward looking colonels
declared it to be so during their military dictatorship. Katharevousa’s great proponent, the liberal republican Adamantios Korais, had explicitly
rejected the idea of the imposition of
‘top down’ committee on language standards as too authoritarian. Instead, he envisioned a Greece in which
poets and prose writers would legislate themselves and guide the language by
example, while respecting the opinion of the majority. That certainly never
happened. Instead the language issue became a war…
5 Andreas Laskaratos
was a satirical poet who was excommunicated by the Greek Orthodox Church and
considered it an accolade. See http://churchesingreece.blogspot.gr/2013/12/a-is-for-anathema.html
8 Theotokos,
Sikelianos, Myrivilis, Katsimbalis and Ioanna Tsatsos
Source:
http://www.hellenicaworld.com/Greece/Literature/KostisPalamas/en/LifeImmovable.html for the Eng Poems
http://www.hellenicaworld.com/Greece/Literature/KostisPalamas/en/LifeImmovable.html for the Eng Poems
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