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A powerful 'heretical poem' by Odysseus Elytis (Nobel prize 1979), English translation & recitation by WinterSwimmer
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Podcasts - Poetry
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34 songs
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March 23, 2007
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MP3 1.7 MB
128 kbps bitrate
1:52 minutes
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WinterSwimmer © Omadeon
Story behind the song
WinterSwimmer: -The poem "Primal Paradise" by Odysseus Elytis (Nobel-prize 1979) expresses a transcendence of traditional (Judeo-Christian) "Primal Sin", proclaiming a state of Primeval Bliss, instead. Odysseas Elytis' poetry is a favourite topic in my blog, http://omadeon.wordpress.com, with posts about Odysseus Elytis and his poetry HERE, e.g.The Archetypal Muse - Goddess in the poem “Blood of Love” (by Odysseus Elytis) Poetry by Odysseus Elytis: Some serious translation problems, and their solutions ODYSSEAS ELYTIS, “There is Only One Swallow” (a new English translation) This particular translation (without having read another one by Jeffrey Carson) is in the web-page http://www.omadeon.com/translations/primal_paradise.html It is a crucial, revolutionary neo-pagan poem, part of the muse-dedicated poetry book "Maria Nephele" by Odysseus Elytis, some of which I translated here: http://www.omadeon.com/writings/maria_nephele.html and also in http://www.omadeon.com/writings/elytis_tran.html .
Lyrics
I don't know at all, anything about "Primal Sins", and other Western inventions. Nevertheless, so far away, so long ago, back in the frost of our first days, even before the time of our Mother's Hut it felt so nice, at the time! The white garments of the angels I remember closed-up in front but left unbuttoned exactly like those girls in uniforms, girls working at the hairdressers. -a miracle! and all the geraniums in a long pavement, all-white in the lime turned to the wind, you could see them grinding ceaselessly the white pith of the Sun... Sitting cross-legged in the beach where the wind shivered full of golden spark from the sneezers I could see them galloping girls of the South-East Wind girls with cool buttocks... The angels were teasing me, gathered around me, asking: "What is Pain?" and "What is sickness?" and I didn't know at all. I didn't know, I hadn't even heard of 'the Tree' through which death came into the world. Well? Death, was it true? Not this death, but the other one -which will come with the first tear of the newly-born? Was Injustice true? Was the rage of the nations true? Was the Work-toil real, all day and all-night-long, too? And the Archangels, all of them, Michael, Gabriel, Ouriel, Rafael, Gaboudelon, Akir, Arphoughiton, Belouchos, Zabouleon, were laughing, shaking their golden heads like corn-plants in the wind knowing that the only death, the only one was the death manufactured by the minds of men and their biggest Lie, the Tree, never (even) existed !