Defixiones, Will and Testament

[yiozik]

This is a very interesting artist. Defixiones, Will and Testament concerns genocide; that is an attempt to brutally crush and erase a civilization by any means necessary in its entirety. Also, the work concerns those who must live in exile as a means to escape and the desire to document one's existence -- to leave behind proof of life. The following link will take you to the web-page where she lists her inspirational resources for this specific work:
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Here is one of her songs, which you can also listen online, so you can read the lyrics to get an idea. The reason I post it here is because it is as a political statement as is a song. The part of the imagery comes from an article on New York Times published in October of 1922 called Crimes of Turkish Misrule and I quote “Regarding the sufferings of Greeks in Asia Minor, we have the facts presented by Mr. Venizelos before the Council of Ten of Dec. 30, 1918, in addition to which I have my own figures on the number of Greeks known to be alive now in Eastern Anatolia; these figures, collected in towns which I passed through, were supplemented with data from non-native sources with which I got into communication. Basing an estimate on my own investigations, I am positive that 225,000 Greeks—men, women and children—have met death in Eastern Asia Minor since May, 1921.” Here are the lyrics:

THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
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
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
OUR dead clawed their children close in
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
OUR dead watched their daughters
16 times
RAPED AND BEATEN
in the still-burning of THOSE FLAMES
OUR dead watched an ax remove 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
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
OUR DEAD WERE DRAGGED IN MARCHES
THROUGH THE DESERT SUN
FOR WEEKS UNTIL THE SUN BURNED OUT THEIR LUNGS
and when the desert sun which was burning them like flames
ripped apart their lips, we heard the final prayer
LORD GOD HAVE MERCY LORD UPON OUR SOULS!
They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
buried, not yet dead inside the pits
engraved:
“GIAOURI, INFIDELI:
OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE”
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 these 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 to JOY
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!
ACROSS THE SEA!
GIAVOUR!
You HAVE no God.
A man without a God
Can NOT be burned ALIVE
He never WAS alive,
not as a MAN, giavour,
but as a DOG.”
[PAUSE]
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 will never rest
until
MY DEATH IS WRITTEN
IN A ROCK THAT CAN
NOT BE
BROKEN!”
And these are the orders
from The Dead.