Author Archives: Vassilis Zambaras

Vassilis Zambaras According to such reliable inside sources as The Weekly Hubris’s Publishing-Editor, VazamBam aka Vassilis Zambaras is all of the following, and more, in an order no one can vouchsafe as definitive: a publishing poet who writes every day of his life; a hugely successful father (and a not-so-very-successful local political candidate); a professor of English as a Foreign Language, with portfolio; a Renaissance Man of many skills, useful and not-so; a fount of information about his particular corner of his birth country; an unstable and utterly unique mix of Greek and American, American and Greek; and the man fortunate and wily enough to have made off with Messenia’s loveliest and most talented local daughter as his child bride. Besides being all the aforementioned, other more dubious sources have also reported seeing him hanging out at the corner of vazambam.blogspot.com—in the guise of a “new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer’s block.” Author Photo: Pericles Boutos

More Mellifluent Poetic Manifestations of Pure Malarkey

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras [Click to play audio] “Worry Beads 1, Rat Race 2” With each click, there’s Supposed to be one less Clack to worry about— So why’s this string Of boxcars still Racing down the track? “Work It Out” Fat chance— Your mind’s like A broken down exercise Bike. “Wise Old Bird” Sunset’s […]

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Listen Up: A Poem a Day Keeps Vazambam’s Publisher at Bay

 VazamBam By Vassilis Zambaras [Click to play audio] “To My Heart, Dead Set in Its Ways” Hear me out, however late Or hard it may be— Do not let my crime of not listening Make you an accessory.   “Moot” The inexplicit Light comes and changes Everything When it leaves For crying out loud, don’t […]

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Dedicated to the One I Love

VazamBam by VassilisZambaras [Click to play audio] “A Somewhat Prosaic Love Poem” My wife’s forever after me To tell her what I’m writing Day after day; when I look at her And tell her I have nothing to say, I see the way she looks at me Has everything, everything to do With what I […]

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A Vazambam Exclusive: Incredibly Virtuoso Hellenic Rat Hurdles Another Language Barrier!

VazamBam by VassilisZambaras Click to watch video Meligalas Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—8/15/11—Believe it or not, this linguistically gifted, high-achiever of a mighty big mouse jumped from LOWER level to HIGHER—an ordeal usually requiring anywhere from 180 to 360 classroom teaching hours—after only 60 hours of intensive language instruction at one of the many RAT RACE SCHOOLS OF […]

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How I Learned to Close My Eyes Whenever Faced with a Blank

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Closed, You Klutzes” You say____ know A healthy____ Leads to a____ mind And ____-versa but   I ask all____ you out There clamoring to___ in- Doors____ of the driving rain, Why   Would ____body With an open____ choose To exercise it In a____ gym?   [Please fill in the blanks and […]

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The God Poems

VazamBam by VassilisZambaras “God on How to Get Rid of Warts and Other Disgusting Stigmata” Toady one, do not sit and prattle— Go wash your hands clean In this, my blessed hollow Oak tree trunk filled with holy Heavenly piddle and pray you Do not return to tattle.   “Lesson in Piety” Observe, my child, […]

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Four Deadly American Vignettes Brought to You Live from Hellas

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Bestiality in the Badlands, circa 1958” (Scripps) Round Rushmore Stark weather— In Tinseltown, another Heart crushed Bunny’s bleeding but Claude Hopper’s hitch— Cock’s not wholly Above Suspicion.   “All-American Road Rage” Fill up with white lightnin’, dude— Get blue in the face See red run one last red Light after that […]

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From Dawn Till Dusk

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Aubade” Aye to this Thin waning crescent In early morning sky, Gone by The morrow, which gleaming Sickle is to glean Which mourned-for eye? “Apparition” Now it’s clear that white- Bearded coughing old Man my bike almost ran over Holding a sickle in his right hand and dangling A fag from […]

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The Slings of Outrageous Fortune

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras The Lawless Years: Urchins on their home turf, armed to the teeth and dressed to kill, First Street, Raymond, Washington, circa1949-50. From left to right, Billy (Squint-eyed Kid) Zambaras, six years old, flaunting his intimidating, fearsome mien in the face of the blinding, winter light; Christos (Ladybird Killer) Zambaras, eleven, notorious […]

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The Toad in the Word Garden

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras MELIGALAS Greece—(Weekly Hubris) —4/11/11—In lieu of my usual fare and because we’re still trying to recover from being burgled about two weeks ago (and still foolishly hoping to recover the money and stolen goods—including my laptop, with all the files that I had stupidly enough forgotten to save to my external […]

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