About Athina

- Born in Patras in 1986
- Finished her Bachelor Degree in Greek Philology in 2009 (University of Patras), followed by a Master Degree in Language Studies in 2010 (Lancaster University, U.K.)
- Left her Ph.D. Degree after 5 years of study (University of Athens), for all the reasons of the world, grateful for the broad knowledge she gained throughout the process.
- Worked in the private sector as a creative writer, editor, and proofreader for 4 years (Athens, 2011-2015) but then, again, she changed her mind.

She reads and writes a lot. Really. In fact, that’s the only thing she has never stopped doing since she was a child.
Her personal literary efforts constitute a whole parallel universe where she experiments, transforms and transmutes whatever makes her feel provoked.
She always works in the energetic sphere of her eternal beloved, who accompanies her from life to life, from plane to plane, from one path to another.
But eventually, she had to overcome it and learn to live “without”.
Now she’ s free, she can wholeheartedly continue with her exploration.

“To begin with an A,
To finish with it,
With no circle having being made
But a whirlwind.”

Writing is about “being together”*

Writing is about “being together”*

Why do we write, really? “To express ourselves”, I used to think and, honestly, some years earlier, this could be the answer for me. And for the time being, this answer would be fair enough to make me continue writing. But there came a moment of stagnation, emptiness, of arid nothingness which had me seriously reword the initial question:

“Is writing just for me only?”

I had to go deeper. And learn and relearn. And watch carefully. And pay attention to small, seemingly irrelevant or insignificant details of everyday life. And ask -I mean, truly ask- tough questions. But, this time, not about me, my pleasures and my likes, my pains and my problems, neither for the potential heroes existing only in my head.

This time I had to rediscover the ‘fellow human beings’ in their most real terms and feel through their illness, their odors, their bursts of love, fear, or anger, their condition of poverty, death, cry, joy, laughter, silliness or lie -yes, the lies- and the reason why they behaved one way or another. That is, I had to face the ultimate heroes. What I used to believe regarding writing (and myself), suddenly became less relevant, less important, less useful:

In a whole “new world” full of other people on the planet, with all that can be experienced for better or worse, it didn’t mean a thing to me anymore.

And it was at this point I realized that writing would worth the try only if I and the potential reader could be together in this, in a way that both we learn, evolve and understand a certain aspect of reality.Writing is not a law in itself. And no matter how deep we tend to get involved with it –“my precious…!”– it will always be a means to feed the planetary verbal/symbolic system with our own tiny piece in order to communicate, stand up for and possibly resolve, for all of us, together. 

And togetherness means building bridges and leaving traces so that the majority -at least- stays on the path. Expressing a complex or a strange idea, simplifying the means of expression to get the message across. Using metaphors, metonymies, well-balanced analogies that make sense, examples, and experiences that can be felt and perceived as such, inviting for the majority -at least- to join.

And although I do believe that not every content is for everyone, I think that at least, one should make a conscious effort to reach out to as many people as possible.

Writing, then, ceases to be about “me vs. them”, becoming more about “us being ultimately together in this.”

What a cry. What a thought. And what a change for the better.



*(The argument discussed here is, to some extent, inspired by the seminar lectures “Read & Write” taught by author Aris Maragkopoulos. More information may be found here  and here.)


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