a musical Monday
Happy November everyone!
and Monday and new week!
The eleventh month will soon have its image [as September and October did] – but till then here’s an update on my musical side.
We’ve been uploading our full albums at You Tube.
‘Ovation‘ was our debut album, released in 2006.
and this is the rearranged version of my first solo album “Never & Nothing” [Pote & Tipota”] • poems by Elias Petropoulos (first released by Virgin/EMI, in 2000) rearranged and produced with Oannes and released in 2004.
Our first collaboration before becoming …MK-O!
Composed, arranged & performed by Marina Kanavaki • Poems: Elias Petropoulos • Rearranged and produced by Marina Kanavaki and Oannes
Because many of you regarded about the poems
and with my very sincere apologies to Elias [who is no longer living thus unable to scold me]
here is a translation [give or take] of his poems.
Pote & Tipota / Never & Nothing
1. Pote & Tipota / Never & Nothing
2. Den thelo na xero… / I don’t want to know…
This is something Elias Petropoulos answered in an interview about his poems. He says:
“I don’t care to know whether these little poems published here are nice or ugly.
I do realize however that some of them may be disturbing or even terrible.
I don’t apologize to the reader. Whoever reads them, serves them right!”
It is the poet’s voice heard at the beginning of the song, reading these words.
I found it perfect as an opening to the album, so I put music to them.
3. Tha miliso… / I shall speak of…
I shall speak of pleasant things
of the winter dew
and the grazing cows,
of the radiant full moon of January
and the babbling of the brooks.
all these came so late and backwards
so early and reversed
that I rightfully tremble.
4. Ah, Aftoi… / Ah, them…
Ah, them mediocre rebels
Ah, them who wear 3-piece suits
Ah, them who f… with their money
[it’s a Greek expression meaning that someone uses their money to mistreat or manipulate people]
5. Nomiza oti… / I thought that…
I thought that the ocean resembles
the Atlantic Ocean resembles
but it doesn’t resemble the Mediterranean
Because the ocean isn’t
the Atlantic ocean isn’t
it isn’t blue.
Because the grey ocean
the blurry Atlantic ocean
black and muddy
isn’t the Mediterranean I loved.
6. Ma, den ine periergo… / But, isn’t it odd…
But, isn’t it odd
a cynic like me
to be tortured by feelings?
Isn’t it unfair?
7. Ti gyneka… / The woman…
The woman who turns her back
let her go.
Sometimes the torment of separation
than a presence that kills.
8. Ola ta dika sou… / Everything about you…
I know everything about you.
Your look when you lie.
How you cut meat with the knife.
Exactly how your skin smells.
I rest my head on your belly
and your bowels gurgle.
A woman is loved as a whole,
or not at all.
9. Ta piimatakia / The little poems
The little poems
they resemble gold dust
-that’s all it is.
10. Den ipirxa / I have never been…
I have never been unhappy
I coexist in harmony
with my innate melancholy.
11. O erotas ine… / Love is…
Love is elastic passion
Love is liquid
and liquids can’t be compressed.
12. Kimame vathia… / Deeply I sleep…
I sleep deeply and dream
and I see me in a coffin.
It seems, I was killed by a car
so someone else has the criminal liability.
I wake up agitated
and open the Oneiromancer [dream decoder]
which interprets my nightmare
as imminent success in love.
[The male voice at the beginning of the song is Elias’ voice recorded on my answering machine]
13. Pragmati o piitis… / Indeed, the poet…
Indeed, the Poet is a freak of nature,
mediocrities rightfully don’t accept him
and murder him.
The Poet exists enigmatically
since the world survives through banality.
To be born a Poet is a misfortune.
Preferable are merchants and pettifoggers.
14. O simerinos erotismos… / Eroticism today…
seems ordinary to her.
The Parthenon is equally banal.
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