The flautist’s art becomes a means to convey the mortal challenges faced by the artist in a totalitarian regime Iota and theta, the flute of the Greeks gives no recitals – unsculptured and short of repute, trench-crosser, it ripened and tightened. You can’t let it out of your grip: clench your teeth, you won’t subdue it. You can’t pull its form from your lips. No tongue can force words through it. Continue reading...
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