Dinos christianopoulos biography of williams
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Ibeyi: 'They tried to bury us, but we were seeds'
Lisa-Kainde Diaz, one half of French-Cuban duo Ibeyi, has an inadvisable habit.
Every time she puts music on YouTube, she waits half an hour then checks the comments.
"It's my little ritual," she says. "I always look at the first 15, then I stop because, well... you know!"
Recently she uploaded a song called Deathless, external, whose lyrics tackle police brutality and racism.
Given the sometimes toxic atmosphere of YouTube's comments section, Lisa-Kainde might have expected to see a stream of hatred. But one message stopped her in her tracks.
"This girl wrote something that really touched me," she tells the BBC. "'They buried us, but they didn't know we were seeds, external.'"
The quote comes from poet Dinos Christianopoulos, who was sidelined by the Greek literary community in the 1970s because he was gay.
But it could easily be a lyric from Death
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The Armenian Genocide is Where We Come From
“My family tree, like those of millions of Armenians around the world, stops at my great-grandparents. I don't know who came before them, where they lived and what they did. My family tree was uprooted from its ancestral lands, leaving me with a strange feeling of perpetual longing and restlessness.” - Alik Arzoumanian on the account of the Armenian Genocide of 1915.
*Video Courtesy Channel 4*The complexity of one’s identity has been shown numerous times in many issues of The Gazelle. Often the authors stress on the idea of belonging and their inability of defining where they come from. Yet there is another type of identity crisis — the uprooting of one’s identity and the elimination of its heritage.
I have always been jealous of people who know their ethnic heritage; that their ancestors lived in this particular city two centuries ago. All I know about my family is that all of the members were born in Eastern Armenia. Although
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Omonoia- Ano Petralona
Girl- power of the bus in the evening
you are sitting beside me like
a fair flower behind a stängsel like
a star walking on my bosom
but still saying : inom am leaving.
You are sitting beside me sinking into my eyes
like into a scenery you long for but can't love
drawing in the silence that keeps you tied up
your beloved.
Always drowned in my eyes
always tied up by silence
looking back on old musics to komma and set you free.
But the music does not come and you
are sitting beside me
always drowned in my eyes
always tied up by silence
with your heart broken like a little bird
with your beauty drifting like a little child
you are sitting beside me
like a flower and like a star and like love that wishes
but can't.
Thomas Gorpas
ΟΜΟΝΟΙΑ - ΑΝΩ ΠΕΤΡΑΛΩΝΑ
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