Five years have reached today by her death Kiki Dimoulaof the leading Greek poet of the second postwar generation, with great appeal to the readership.

Kiki Dimoula’s poetic discourse followed an evolutionary course, with the effects of Cavafy poetry on his beginning and with key features of the speech tension and the iconostasis energy. Dimoula’s reflection, clearly existential, expresses her agonizing search for the meaning of perishable human life. The issues that dominate her poems are absence, wear, loss, loneliness and time.

Elements of her writing are the rapid and sharp verse, the ironic tone using the words of the purgatory, technology, slang or even neologisms, the bourgeois disposition with the clerk of opposing or homosexual words, the deliberate negligence in syntax and repetitions .

What was Kiki Dimoula in her own words

In 2010, on the occasion of her award with the European Literature Award for all her poetic and pedestrian work, Kiki Dimoula wrote an autobiographical:

“A biographical note must, after being written, stayed in the air for a long time by a rigor of rigor, to drain stereotypes, beautification, pink productivity and additional narcissism, beyond the one that exists in nature. This is how the pure weight comes out: the morality you have for your effort to keep. In a heavy winter there were some days with a brilliant sunshine. However, because this is the material of the beaten, which cannot continue its engraving with timid innovative reservations, I was born in Athens in 1931. Childhood passed without highlighting the “child miracle”.

In 1949, finishing high school, I easily succumbed to “you have to work”, and I worked at the Bank of Greece for twenty -five years. Higher Studies: My Long Life near the poet ‘Athos Dimoula. Without him, I am sure I would have been enough in a romance, laziness, with which maybe even wisely, I still go. I owe him a little bit even when I missed her, my incomplete initiation of what is merely vowel in poetry and what is in line with poetry, I still owe him the bitter opportunity to be able to commemorate today, to be mentioned today. Selfish, I was given to the role of the mother and with tender bravery I heard a “grandmother”. I now go with calm and without a perpetuation of these new bypasses of my blood. I roll and, as I approach the estuary, I dreamed that poetry will throw a life jacket.

I don’t feel a creator. I believe that I am a trusted Stenching of a very hasty concern, which occasionally calls me and dictates me hidden in the half of a delusions, whispering, inconveniently and compassionately, its adolescents in an unknown lifestyle. When I then begin to pure, then only, I necessarily intervene: where words are missing, phrases as a whole and the meaning of the orgy, I add there my own words, my own phrases, my own orgy in the meaning, that it is all over from all over My own adolescents with another, unknown lifestyle. So used and service is my involvement in creation. I have a oligographer, I published eight poetry collections in forty -five years. Their importance is still conventional. It is written on the waiting list of the big upcoming waves of the post-criminal time. “