1. Nikos Erinakis, Authenticity and Autonomy: From Creativity to Freedom, Athens: Keimena Press, (Series: Philosophy), 2020. [Academy of Athens Αward "as an excellent treatise for the philosophical treatment of human activity".]

2. Nikos Erinakis, Still being baptized, Athens: Keimena, 2022.

3. Nikos Erinakis, In between where the shadow falls, Athens: Gavrielides, 2013.

4. Nikos Erinakis, Entre les ombres, trans. Clio Mavroeidakos-Muller, Paris: Desmos, 2018.

5. Nikos Erinakis, Soon everything will be burning and will lit your eyes up, Athens: Printa/Rhoes, 2009.

6.  Nikos Erinakis (ed.), Image/Logos: Research Issues and Contemporary Approaches, Athens: Eurasia/Stigmos, 2022.

7. Nikos Erinakis (ed.), Contemporary Political Thought and Alternative Policies, Athens: ENA, 2023.

8. Paul Celan: Northern from Future [addendum: George Steiner], Introduction-translation- commentary: Nikos Erinakis, Athens: Gavrielides, 2017.

9. Georg Trakl: Dark Love of Wild Generation [addendum: Martin Heidegger], Introduction- translation-commentary: Nikos Erinakis, Athens: Gavrielides, 2011.

10. Eileen Myles, Eva and other poems, translated by Nikos Erinakis et al., Athens: Antipodes, 2022.

[Still Getting Baptized]

Summer days of two thousand eight

A century later;

Still unemployed

From Dalston to Jericho

       And back

Sometimes in Loukianou

   Sometimes around Valtetsiou

Unflowered I wear black again

        And grow a beard

I meet you anew
      We attempt the miracle

                            To the uncontinuum

    We discover scars

With fair fears
           In arbitrary times and places

Between the sun and an open vein

The past had other plans for us

We are baptized
         To the bitter orange trees that blossom

   To the city center streets

                   Crisis fountains

     Water us more

Circular rhythms shine

And as before was not a celebration

Likewise, now is not despair

We will suffer this peace too

Whatever was cosmos;

Cosmos remains

[the most fascinating curve of rupture]

our lives now correspond

to something unexpectedly approaching

it seems like a great day to hide

I find my self in the without you streets

the moments still involve you

the morrow requires you

I strive to bring back

all that fled

with the wisdom bestowed by insecurity

I squeeze myself into a random ending

I feel your gut in mine

escorting me in shrapneled dreams

you strip all ornament

and I surrender to the tyranny of candor

matters are toughter

than we are

I age

and yet these moments still exist

life is another, truth is another and we another

let’s compare mythologies

I’ll go all in

we met at the most fascinating curve of rupture

are you leaving ?

or maybe you like the way it burns

liquid flow that swipes away,

I’ll meet you at the unexpected;

where nothing wounds anymore

Ø [The fifth hammer]

The sacred hides in the new

The only mythical era is the future

O Dionysius, you proud sage

You hit the fifth hammer

                                    the most restless one

In the end of shine in the beginning of life

So says a potential blind man

To an already blind one

I who knew nothing put an end to her

I with my wisdom alone

Like the words of soothsayers

Summoning lame demons

Βίος-Θάνατος-Βίος

How many springs have you lived

107 paces

Wrath and melancholy 

Non-aligned cosmogony

A golden circle

And within a sea of many names

Though it shouldn’t have any

An eagle and a snake hide

In the four points

They belong to the Masters of the Breath

And life’s experience

Unapproachable

[I want to kiss you where death seems easier]                    

I discovered you enthusiastic

Among the souls of the dead playing around you

And I felt your tongue in my blood

Everyone talked about the benefit you’d reveal to me

So tell me from where so many dead come out

Melancholy is not a feeling

But a way of existing

As when you rest your face on your knees

And look out as if hearing the waves

Of that sea we had renounced

Then again should you find errors amorous

How much will hope hurt us do you think

If I must yield

Then I’ll yield to imagination

Where I’m now it’s raining

And you are very beautiful in the photo

You bear the motion

The mania of panic

But our rebel love affair

Is still threatened by love

We don’t know how to say I love you

Without salt on our lips

We’ll live between two mirrors

What’s so wrong about you

That makes me love you so

I want to kiss you

Where death seems easier

Athens Academy Award 2022, I.K.Y. Full Scholarship for Doctoral Studies, University of London Full Scholarship for Postgraduate Studies, Shortlist for the State Poetry Award 2023.