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—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

The Quick & The Dead

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras 1. “The Quick and The Dead” From out of nowhere, Smart lizard darts Onto hot deadly stretch Of killer asphalt, Grabs stupid grass- Hopper’s ass before Coolly high- Tailing it back To nowhere. 2. “Cat on a Killer Stretch of Asphalt” Believe me, what looks like A flattened weather- Beaten chamois […]

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How to Finish off a Pretentious, Long-Winded Poem by Executing a Less Windy One

How to Finish off a Pretentious, Long-Winded Poem by Executing a Less Windy One VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras 1. “Artsy Fugitive Dream Sequence Riddled with Hyperbolic Quasi-Literary Figures of Speech, Take circa 2002” Roll: A dream unfolding with scenes of what Could be England or the US West Coast. Three of us have stopped at […]

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Four Poems Inspired by My Not-So-Innocent Childhood in Small Town America

VazamBam By Vassilis Zambaras 1. “Bell of the Ball, Raymond, Washington, circa 1950” Take it from me, sweetie Way back then, First Street Was chock-full of taverns, Booze joints and cathouses, But nothing to lick My Whores Galore— Two suites of tarts One flight above Our town’s tastiest Candy store. 2. “Big Bang” The gang […]

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Introducing the Apophthegmata* of Huuklyeand Cinquor (with Comments by Vazambam)

VazamBam   by Vassilis Zambaras   1. “Hukklyeand Cinquor on Myopia and its Existential Problems” Dude, I know it’s tough being The butt of ugly jokes But look at it this way, man— You could’ve been born with four eyes. Comments: I don’t know about Cinquor, but I’ve been wearing glasses since the second grade […]

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The Three Stages of the World According to Monsanto

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras 1. “Bad Seed” It kept well, conserved In the niggard’s dark pantry, Till prosperity undid the latch, And off it went spoiling, Spilling into the light, To be preserved For posterity. 2. “Genetically Modified Root Cellar” Ma, Pa, You ain’t been listenin’— This is what’s in Store for us and plenty […]

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Let’s Begin Poetry Appreciation 2011 With A Bang:

Two Poems Containing The ‘****’ Word Seven Times VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Bukowski# Strikes Again” Goddammit— There is and there is not A right way to write A poem— Which is like saying Excuse me if I’m wrong but Would it be all right If I just say “**** it”? “Blasphemous Intimations of Mortality”## Was […]

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They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Zanna, Hello and Goodbye, 6:30 a.m.” My friend, The young Kurd who works A daily twelve-hour shift At the local service station, Has been on duty long before daybreak, But as my bicycle is not An automobile And thus needs nothing But air, he remains In his cubicle and continues Listening […]

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The Four Seasons in Brief

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Bookmark, Selected Poems, William Carlos Williams” From dry fragile still fragrant yellow- green stalks & leaves placed between the descent of winter & the locust tree in flower stems the scent of spring. “Body of Summer” Notice if you will, how The cicada has departed Its skin and will now Sing a song stark Naked, carried […]

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Invasion of the Snail People et al

VazamBam By Vassilis Zambaras “There’s a Sucker Born Every Minute” Believe it or not, I read somewhere* that Some land snails can Lift ten times their weight Up a vertical surface; So if you were as strong as that And sucked just as well And weighed in at one hundred-fifty pounds, You could haul one […]

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After The Birds, The IMF

VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “After Archilochos” buggered Ly[kambes’] promises [perforated] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . […]

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