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February 20, 2004

Last Wishes of the Dead

DEFIXIONES refers to the warnings engraved in lead which were placed on the graves of the dead in Greece and Asia Minor. They cautioned against moving or desecrating the corpses under threat of extreme harm.

WILL AND TESTAMENT refers to the last wishes of the dead who have been taken to their graves under unnatural circumstances.

The concert material that Galás has included in this song cycle includes music set to the texts of the Armenian poet/soldier Siamanto; the Belgian/French poet Henri Michaux; the Syrian/Lebanese poet Adonis; the rembetika songs of Sotiria Bellou; the Anatolian Greek Amanedhes; the blues music of the American musicians Boise Sturdevant and Blind Lemon Jefferson, and the sacred songs of the Deep South. A new addition to the song cycle is a striking piece written by Galás called "The World Has Gone Up In Flames", which premiered at Royce Hall (UCLA) November 2001. Galás warns that, even in death, those that were chosen to die have not been defeated nor are they forgotten. "My death is written in a rock that cannot be broken."

The work is concerned with the poet/author living in exile, away from his homeland. DEFIXIONES, WILL AND TESTAMENT speaks for individuals who have had to live as outlaws, as they were treated as outlaws; and for those who have had to create houses out of rock.

DEFIXIONES, WILL AND TESTAMENT is dedicated to the forgotten and erased of the Armenian, Assyrian, and Anatolian Greek genocides which occurred between 1914 and 1923.

Text: Diamanda Galás.com

...Singer and pianist, poet and composer, emissary and philosopher, Diamanda reminds us the voice is an instrument that needs to be more than just something finely honed and rigorously developed; it is the blade that cuts us all to the heart.

Text: Richard Morrison, June 2003



ORDERS FROM THE DEAD
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

But these flames are NOT new
to OUR dead
Our dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
Our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
Our dead prayed to our infidelite God in those flames
Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
IN THOSE FLAMES

I will see you again, Mother. Don't worry.
I will find you. Until then, Mother.

THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
Our dead clawed their children close in
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

My children!
Have you seen my children?
In Christ's name!
What am I going to do?
How can I live without my children?
My children! My children!
Then she ran off to edge of the water, leaped in and drowned.

Our dead watched their daughters
BUTCHERED, RAPED AND BEATEN
in the sill-burning of THOSE FLAMES

Our dead watched an ax removed their
mother's skull
and crown a wooden spit
in the continuous burning of THOSE FLAMES

OUR DEAD watched while Chrysotomos
eyes and tongue were pulled out,
teeth and fingers broken, one by one,
in the laughing and the cheering
OF THOSE FLAMES

From our group they snatched a man,
sliced his belly open with a knife
and forced him to walk along the road
holding his intestines in his hands.

OUR DEAD watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
and scream with melting skin
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

OUR DEAD gave birth to Turkish victories
the gurgling and then dying trophy
on a bayonet which marked the borders of
THE WORLD WHICH IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

In the name of Christ!
Don't desert us!
We have our babies with us!
Our old people! Our girls!
You are responsible!
Admiral! Admiral!

OUR DEAD WERE DRAGGED IN MARCHES
THROUGH THE DESERT SUN FOR
WEEKS UNTIL THE
SUN BURNED
OUT THEIR LUNGS

and when the flames turned inside out their mouths and
ripped apart their lips, we heard their final prayer
LORD GOD HAVE MERCY PLEASE UPON OUR SOULS!

They've betrayed us!
Sold us out!
God's curse upon them!
Admiral what are you doing?
Admiral, save us!

They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
buried, not yet dead inside the pits
engraved:

"GIAVOURI, INFIDELI:
OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE"

Terror commands:
Kneel down, and you kneel.
Strip off your clothes! And you strip.
Spread your legs! And you strip. Dance! And you Dance.
Spit on your honor and your country! And you spit!
Deny your faith! And you deny!

And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
THIS is my GRAVE, MY HOLY BED
YOU CANNOT take it

YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME
YOU can NOT ERASE OUR DEAD
YOU CANNOT ERASE THE DEAD
Because we have been ordered now
to list their names, their numbers,

to give their date of birth, their earthly city,
their father's name, the sweetness
of their mother's eyes

GOODBYE
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
and forevermore
We'll see you when the desert meets the sky
But do NOT forget my name

And so those were the orders from the dead
said without a word but with a final glance:
the

SECOND

granted to the Infidel

since an Infidelite Hell
should NOT require a prayer
should NOT require a silent moment

And now the Infidel is told
to forgive and to forget
to understand:

Advance into a paradise of Dead Memories,
of Living Death, the Old Folks' Home
of Catatonia
of Madness
and Despair.

"Do not ask me for the NUMBER of that Grave:
It has been stolen."

"What IS this love for bones and dirt?
Put this ancient thing behind you, Infidelite
You HAVE no claim to GOD
You HAVE no claim to PEACE

YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM,
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM

GIAVOURI!!!!!

Remember just how lucky, sperm of Satan,
that you are
to even BE
alive.

NOW!

HERE!

"They shook us off the landing stairs
like you'd shake crumbs off a tablecloth!
Like crumbs! We are the crumbs, and now
the birds of the air will feast on those crumbs.
Oh mankind!"

ACROSS THE SEA!

GIAVOUR!

You HAVE no God.

A man without God
Can NOT be burned ALIVE
He never WAS alive,
not as a MAN, giavour,
but as a DOG."

BUT I HAVE orders from the Dead
that warn me:

"DO NOT FORGET. ME.
My blood will fill the air you breathe
FOREVER."

"MY DEATHBIRD is not DEAD
HE CARRIES ALL MY TEETH,
MY SMILE OF UNFORGETFULNESS,
MY LAUGH!

VRYKOLAKA!

I am the man unburied
who CANNOT sleep
IN FORTY PIECES!!!!!

I am the girl,
dismembered
and unblessed,

I am the open mouth
that drags your flesh
and that can never rest

until

MY DEATH IS WRITTEN
IN A ROCK THAT CAN
NOT BE
BROKEN!"

And these are the orders
from The Dead.

Text: Diamanda Galás with excerpts from Farewell Anatolia, By Dido Soteriou, translation [in italics] by Fred A. Reed for Kedros, Greece



Posted by robert at February 20, 2004 10:32 PM