Thursday, October 20, 2011

Emmeleia – The theatricality of greek tragedy.


Ayong introduced me to Dead Can Dance over facebook and the CD is on my bucket list of things to buy. This is in addition to the bath bombs from LUSH, new underwear and books for the terrors. In retrospect, I have also cleaned up my room at the loft and separated my lists to be clearer. I’m still hounded by the thoughts of having filling up ONE lack trash bag of my life; all thanks to biks of course.

The terrors got much of my old stuff but not too many books back to their place and the ladies at work are wearing my old clothes. I’d rather give away as opposed to selling away my past baggage anyway.

So while we were cleaning up and packing my past away, I had the time to share with the terrors some clips from youtube of Dead Can Dance and i chanced upon a song titled ‘Emmeleia’. The terrors didn’t really like it and biks said it made her sleepy . I listened to it on loop over rainy days in the office and i of course I really liked it.

Lisa Gerrad sings in tongue or idioglossia she developed this since age of 12 and they mean nothing but sound like a language spoken. It is really the babble of the unknown in you and i really like it. Another round of googling *ahemsresearchahems* brought me to books and how the song was inspired. What was interesting was that I found the origins of the word Emmeliea to describe a sacred dance in ancient greek. In the book Graham Ley of the above title, its characterised by the term as “the tragic dance”, in contrast to the two other dance performed satirically – sikinis or comically – kordax.

Needless to say I’m fascinated!

So in goes the hunt for the book and the MUST to get the CD. The room is less cluttered now and somehow I feel lighter. Although I still need to figure out a comfortable sleeping arrangement for all of us because it is now the girls on the top bunk and the fat boy at the bottom. Mind you, its two single beds *urgh* and i end up achingly cranky after every weekend with the terrors. The satisfaction of time well spent with them is felt surely but at a sore price. It shall be better of course if I could just damn well save enough to buy my own place *tskkk*

I bet i'd be unconsciously humming this all over India teehehehehehe.

stay sane,

J.amyemeelea