relieve years of previous notions of light thought
lost but still motioning under rippling surface.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Getting over Being under the Weather
Housebound no longer
After break in bad weather,
Plant yourself under a branch
Heavy with rain, wait
Till songbird comes to
Lighten it, leaving you
Feeling fresh all over again.
After break in bad weather,
Plant yourself under a branch
Heavy with rain, wait
Till songbird comes to
Lighten it, leaving you
Feeling fresh all over again.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
On the Road in Hellas, Icons Come and Go Fast!
Marking the spot of a motoring accident, road icons continue to be found in ever-increasing numbers all over the highways and roads of Greece, but most of them at dangerous points where either the driving conditions and/or the recklessness of drivers have been responsible; if the victim is fortunate enough to survive, he/she thanks their lucky stars, i.e. God, the Virgin Mary, Jesus, by promptly planting one at the scene to commemorate the occasion. If the accident is fatal, relatives of the deceased take on the responsibility of the upkeep, also making sure to light the icon’s candle as often as they can. Not very often it seems, as the great majority of these sobering, seemingly inexhaustible little reminders of man’s motoring carelessness during his brief sojourn on Earth are falling apart from neglect—notice the missing fourth leg of this one.
NB: Photograph taken about ten years ago. Sadly, this crippled road icon is no longer standing, having long since fallen by the wayside—a victim of someone’s carelessness or of the passage of time. Sic transit gloria mundi? Of course, but in Greece you can be sure there’s always another one up around the bend.
NBB: I still come across people who ask me why I have never put a road icon up on the Mavrozoumena Bridge!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Vintage Year
--for Eleni
Intoxicated, we were
Drinking the sun dry
My love years before
The barrels were full,
The wine mature—
Not one drop left of the light,
To be sure.
Intoxicated, we were
Drinking the sun dry
My love years before
The barrels were full,
The wine mature—
Not one drop left of the light,
To be sure.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Hellenic Hits: Volume 2
Recently received: Hellenic Hits, Volume Two: Classic Greek Love Songs 1920s-1940s, from The Zambaras Family Record Collection (cd included) $20.
If I remember correctly, Eleni and I first met the musician Tom (Diz) Carroll in Tacoma, Washington in the summer of 1993; at that time he had just finished a stint as an elementary school music teacher in the University Place School District and was also an acquaintance of my brother Chris’s wife Kalitsa, who was working as a cook in the school’s cafeteria. He was and still is an avid fan and proponent of traditional music from the Balkans, especially of demotic and rebetika songs from Greece, so when we first met, we had a lot in common to talk about. My brother was the custodian of our family’s collection of vintage 78 rpm records which were stored in the attic of his house; unfortunately, quite a few of these rare discs (recorded in the US circa 1905-1940) never lived long enough to be preserved on celluloid, having been discovered and turned into flying saucers by my nephew in his high-spirited youth. The ones that had survived the blitzkrieg were lovingly recorded on twelve 90-minute tapes by Diz and given to Eleni and me as a present. After returning to Greece, we started a correspondence with Diz and since then, he has tried to visit us every two years—usually around Easter—which is The Time to visit Greece! After having re-mastered all the tapes onto 12 CDs and giving us two copies of each, he suggested we collaborate with him and produce a series of songbooks based on our family’s collection; the first volume, Hellenic Hits: Songs of Exile, came out in 2007. More information on these songbooks and on Diz’s group, The Makedonians, can be found here—ohpa, manges!
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