More apocalypse, less angst
(Above video an example of the ancient Greek Lyre – in the style that Sappho would most likely have played). Of all the things I’ve read so far, Sappho was the writer who drove me immediately from reading into writing down my impressions of… Continue Reading “Laundry, love and the lyre (Sappho 2)”
On first reading, I think the best possible way to encounter Sappho is lying abed on a lazy, late-summer morning and taking the fragments in with as much languor as the scene implies. So beautiful and brief. So desirous and ruined. One pictures Sappho… Continue Reading “Sunday Morning Sappho (1)”
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