I can’t quite express the joy that rippled through me as I watched performer after performer take to the stage. In a gloriously glittery range of out-there outfits, each tantalising glimpse of LED-soaked choreo, avant-garde Francophone balladry or even awkward green-screen gaffes had me gagging for more. At long last, the rehearsals have begun forContinue reading “Good Evening, Europe // On Eurovision”
No more can be written of Sappho without assuming a certain reality that may or may not have existed, and really this is the nature of her mythology. That every element of her music is music-less is part of the Sapphic music. That Sappho’s lyre will never produce a tone again, stimulates the continuity of her music, the listening for what can’t be heard.