Αυτόχθωνός - Springing up out
of the Earth - grasshopper songs – indigenous, preagricultural, preconscious – sparkling, rippling,
self-radiant, autochthonous, vivid and iridescent.
Τσάμικο σόλο
βέρσο Σωτήρης Σγούρος
(Tsamiko - Sotiris Sgouros)
Κερατζίδικος -
Σωτήρης Σγούρος (Keratzidikos – Sgouros; Gardiki)
Σκάρος - Σωτήρης Σγούρος (Skaros
- Sotiris Sgouros; Gardiki)
Tain’t Nobody’s Business If I Do – Bessie
Smith
Jah Jah Bless the Dreadlocks – The Mighty
Diamonds
…too subtle for words,
something hovered over the vicarage lawn…
the smell of rain in dust brought the day to a standstill. An elm creaked. A hoverfly hung suspended as hours and
minutes melted. The preternatural
shimmering of a dragonfly’s wing wrung wonderful rivulets of iridescent glow in
glas golowji. In an insect’s eye a
thousand mirage-images hit the tiny brain simultaneous. Under the grass-blades, the real action is
happening. Lambent foliage rumbles as
sky-lark darkened spring night quakes awake at night be the old wood fire. Strains of a grasshopper klarino song billow
the echo of a beetle’s glistening carapace shell, krogonek surkot, as he dips
through his dog-trot door into the eye of
summer. Sheep stream across the
mountain, Tsamiko soars, reflecting mountain’s soul. Phonograph spins shimmering awareness, a
stream of song, a conscious swirl of reed-throated upland warbling. The golden thread of Melodia’s musing. Τσάμικο σόλο βέρσο Σωτήρης Σγούρος Sotiris Sgouros takes a solo in the Tsamiko.
Screes of the rock-wall kingdom echo to the sound, happy the nomads who jam in
the tent.
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