Υπνε που παίρνεις τα παιδιά (Sleep thou who takest children) is a traditional Greek 'νανούρισμα', that is, a slow, peaceful song meant to lull small children to sleep. This is achieved not only through the inflection of the singer, but also with the rhythmic repetition of soft sounds in the lyrics, and a lack of plosives and harsh sounds. Whilst listening to the song, it is crucial to remember that the child being sung to is often too young to understand the lyrics. Thus, the sonic impact is as, if not more, important than the semantics. Over the centuries, countless variations of the song have surfaced, but none touched us more than the particularly chilling rendition by the contemporary musical group Chóres. You can listen to their interpretation here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cf6fOxfEYBI
Tell me, O Muse, of the devastation wrought on / That ruined, lost citadel—its council led by / Men of high standing
This labor began in love- / scars carved into earth flesh and / stone, its carcass laid down
Songs often write themselves. Some rise when, in love, a guitar finds the right hands to tend upon its strings.
My sixteenth winter achieved a plate of roses, / more precisely a rose plate, / composed of pressed petals
A reflection on childhood stories and their force, paired with original illustrations and hand-woven clothes.
Tonight my soul feels desolate and isolated, roaming aimlessly / through the winter of my life.
The first time they took something out of her was seventeen years ago, when she was twenty-six.
Power left these northern hills that summer’s eve when sun ceased to set and night became all encompassing day.
Still it weighs on me—this life—but thank you, what now makes me attend to it.
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