Dreaming of Shining without Grief
I had a wonderful dream right before I woke up yesterday evening: I had been loudly singing the Seikilos Epitaph, over and over again. I don't remember any other details worth mentioning; it was just that. This is the oldest surviving fully intact song in the world, and it is beautiful both musically and lyrically, and I awoke with abounding goodwill and good feelings. It was the best dream I've had in a while, and the happiest I've been recently. I resolved to do some creative writing today in its euphoric wake, which I indeed did end up doing.
The version I was singing was closest in spirit to this lively interpretation. I love when people interpret this song more vivaciously, for obvious reasons when you think about it. I also love what an unlikely pair this duo is, Greek and Chinese. But I would be remiss to not also mention this version, which as far as I am concerned is definitive.
The version I was singing was closest in spirit to this lively interpretation. I love when people interpret this song more vivaciously, for obvious reasons when you think about it. I also love what an unlikely pair this duo is, Greek and Chinese. But I would be remiss to not also mention this version, which as far as I am concerned is definitive.