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Ananke Antinoou: A day in the life


Music for the Panthea

Music for the season

The Sacred Nights have a soundtrack for me, just as much as Christmas did and does, or Holy Week in the Church. In past years I’ve shared songs from the movie Hedwig & the Angry Inch, music written to accompany the traveling exhibition of Tutankhamen’s grave treasures, and songs by Irish musician (and possible youthful god) Hozier. This year Dead Can Dance’s first album has been digitally remastered, and it’s available on Amazon Prime. So tonight I offer you The Serpent’s Egg.

I post this every year, but every year it is still perfect

Music for May

In past years I’ve shared performances of madrigals, songs by Loreena McKennitt, covers by Hozier at this time of year, springtime, May-time, the Floralia, the incoming of Antinous the Lover. I’ve had this tab open in my web browser for several days, so I don’t remember who pointed it out to me, but this year’s May music is “The man who sings with nightingales”. Read the article and then help yourself to the embedded tracks on Soundcloud, especially “Singing with nightingales”.

A couple more tunes in honor of Flora

Because it fits the mood of the season

And because Hozier is a very Antinoan person, to me. *g*

Happy birthday, Billie

Do you like my mask? do you like the mirror?

It’s been far too long since I listened to Loreena McKennitt’s The Mask and Mirror. Now it strikes me as deeply Antinoan, a sacred text as PSVL would say. “The Mystic’s Dream” and “The Dark Night of the Soul” are about erotic union with the god; “Marrakesh Night Market” is an evocation of the Mediterranean mix, the Silk Road, Judaism, Christianity, Islam and other influences swirling together atop a pagan substrate; “The Bonny Swans” is a ballad about a drowned girl (dingdingding!) whose recovered body is made into a truth-singing harp. McKennitt also weaves a Gaelic song with one of W.B. Yeats’ poems, telling us,

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,

The holy tree is growing there.

Here’s my one concession to the mainstream popular culture celebration of this day

From the Facebook page of the Irish choir Anuna, an article about a London-born Muslim imam who is studying traditional Irish sean-nos singing–and he’s brilliant at it. Don’t miss the video.

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