Theofilos, the Painter

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THEOPHILOS:

The gaps in the story of

Theophilos lea I've the we y open

to the arbitrary play

of our imagination. "

Anagnostopoulos Andreas, from

Dimitsana, gunpowder-maker.

Doukas Dimitrios, from

Agrafa, mattress-maker.

Douros Markos, from Zante,

school-teacher.

Markomichelakis Emmanuel, from

Handax in Crete, farmer.

Constantine Katsimichas,

from Siatista, mason.

Miltiades Yataganas, from Lido-

riki, shepherd on Mount Ghiona.

Glavas Odysseus, from Amarous-

sion in Attica, water-carrier.

Panoutsos Constantine, from Me-

nidi in Attica, charcoal-burner.

Theophilos Hatzimichail,

from Mytilene, isle

of Lesbos, "Kavassis'

What does that mean?

Porter at the Greek

Consulate in Smyrna

Kyriakopoulos Pericles...

Single file patrol.

Face right. March.

Steady!

Prepare for attack.

Sight your targets.

Fire!

Dandies from Athens...

Labourers and craftsmen

from Piraeus...

Potters from Aegina...

- Sharpshooters from Mani.

Cotton-pickers

from Levadia...

Fish and?shermen

from Missolonghi...

Stand to!

Next.

Stand to.

Next.

I'd rather

have a sword

Long live the nation!

Long live the nation!

Get back.

Extra! Extra!

War ends!

Newspapers here, newspapers!

Major events!

Though Greece will retain

her territorial integrity,

she will emerge

from this war...

both materially and

morally diminished.

To be a shepherd in May

keeper of the vineyard

in August...

but better still, to be

a fighter up in the mountains

a rebel in the plains

to take up my sword

and ride my horse...

high up to the

Goura mountains

where the rebels

have their lairs...

to muster

my band of braves

scattered across

the countryside...

These weapons of mine

will never lay down...

- Offer them a drink

- Yes, madam.

Come on, we're leaving

Turks, hold back

your horses...

that I may rest awhile...

that I may bid farewell...

to the mountains,

the rebels' haunts

and tell my men to carry on

without me, for must go...

My men, must go

now to meet my death

On your knees, Katsantonis,

pay me obeisance...

and I will make you lord

of Epirus and Thessaly.

If I kneel before you, Ali

Pasha, all the Greeks...

will be brought down on their

knees along with me.

Kneel, or I'll have

to kill you.

Do what you must

Ali, without delay.

How dare you talk to me like

this, you wretched coward!

You are the

cowardly one, Ali

Take him away to the

tortune-chamber.

I'll have them break

your bones...

Katsantonis, you dog!

Take him away.

Farewell, tall mountains,

farewell, gentle hilltops...

Mount Tzoumerka and Agrafa

where heroes are wont to roam.

If you come across my wife

if you come across my son..

tell them I was betrayed, lured

to my death by dastardly ruse,

helpless as a babe

in swadding clothes.

Fear nothing, Ali Pasha,

neither fire nor hammer nor anvil

Strap him to the anvil!

Break his bones!

Yes, strike me, kill me,

kill the hero Katsantonis.

Strike!

Strike hard!

Break his bones!

You dog, Katsantonis!

Not a sound from

you? Not a sigh?

Cry out, you dog, once only

that may rejoice...

A single cry, an oh!

Is all ask...

Why do you do

this to me?

He shot the man!

Catch him!

Mm...

Be careful

of his head.

Am sending you

the suit...

bought in Smyrna

It's made of fine cloth...

was told, top quality

foreign cloth...

The shop got it from

was very central...

with a most select

clientele...

It will fit my brother

very well...

will not be needing

it any more...

Your son.

Ready?

Don't move!

Done.

We've finished.

Want to send it

to my mother.

You're off to Pelion

in that costume?

Katsantonis himself didn't

out a finer figure!

Strike!

Strike as hard

as you can!

Go on, strike!

Don't spare me

One, two, three

four, five...

One, two, three

Throw them down.

Go on, throw them down.

Panais Koutalianos

went off to America...

and there he was challenged

to a wrestling match.

Only instead of a wrestler

they put a tiger in the ring.

So Panais Koutalianos

cried out:

Hey boys, you've let a beast

loose into this ring!

And they replied:

Hey, Koutalianos! You're mad

to fight only with beasts...

So he put his fingers round

the tiger's neck...

and the tiger choked, and

Koutalianos went to hospital.

After a few days

he recovered.

Then they asked him: "How much

do you want?" "Name the price".

And panais said:
"All want

is tax exemption...

for my fellow-villagers

back home in Koutali. "

I'll paint your horse-cart

as a memento!

He went to Egypt, he acted in

"Cleopatra" and grew famous.

Wandering around, with nothing

but a stout heart...

a fearless spirit, he fought the

Turks, men of fearful aspect,

over at Fener-Bakseh...

Both Koutalianos and

Katsantonis were short men

yet they grew to be

the glory of Greece.

In those days, a strange man

by the name of Samson...

returned to his homeland

after a long absence.

Now Samson was a giant

of a man, a real lion.

All his strength lay

in his thick, long hair

Before he was born, God sent

an angel to his mother...

and the angel said:

"Your son belongs to the Lord

let no razor come on his head

no iron touch his hair. "

Thus beautiful and invincible

he looked like Hercules,

the famous hero of our

ancestors, the Ancient Greeks

Easy now! Don't push.

There's room for all of you

She's not a mermaid

She's not a fairy...

She is Kama,

the flower of Smyrna

A slave in search of her belo-

ved... only when she finds him

can she regain

her body once more

The show

is about to begin

You are about to witness the

most wondrous spectacle.

The famous magician

Iska presents...

the Bodiless Head.

Th I'll.

That was parted from its

body many centuries ago

Ladies and gentlemen, we have

here before us a cube.

Let us check

all its sides,

except the one facing

the curtain.

Right, left, bottom...

all sides checked.

Now if we draw the curtain

aside, we shall see,

a bunch of green boughs

and flowers.

Im a few seconds, the

Bodiless Herd will arear...

on the bunch of flowers.

No, it is not a dummy

and it is not a doll...

Bodiless Head, command

thee to invest yourself...

with a nervous system

and to start moving.

Bodiless Head, begin by

opening your eyes, slowly.

As you may all see, she opens

her eyes, slowly.

We may now assume that

she is able to see us.

Where were you born?

In the harems

of the East.

The harems of the East...

How old are you?

Twenty centuries old

My dear friends,

as you see, we have here

a living head,

severed at the neck

perfectly capable of

answering any question

You are free to ask her

any question you like.

How many are these, Kama?

Two

And these?

Four

Four, dear friends

four, she said.

What is your name?

Kama-a-a-a

The little man

from Smyrna..

A bee stung me

between my eyebrows.

Mother.

Ladies and gentlemen

you have been speaking

to a living severed head.

The show is over.

Romeo.

The Shakespearean hero.

Juliet's lover

It's the little man

from Smyrna...

Theophilos Hatzimichail

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