Playlist: Diegaro

Sometimes in my YouTube account, I create playlists of music to help inspire my writing of one work or another. Below is my playlist “Diegaro”. “Diegaro” is Esperanto for Gathering of the Great Gods (Esperanto is the artificial language I use as the alien language). I listen to this sometimes to inspire or accompany work on my sci-fi novel Shadows and Stars, sometimes just to start the morning.

In the novel, the two main characters, the astrophysicist Daryn Jacob and his bodyguard/guide, Baslo Sero, are traveling by foot on a long journey across the planet Zaigosh. On Zaigosh, religion is outlawed. Nonetheless, tens of thousands of worshippers of many gods meet in secret and away from the government’s eyes in a remote canyon. Daryn and Sero happen into this celebration and see many odd and wild things. This playlist is a soundtrack for what they experience in the Diegaro.

This playlist contains 17 videos. All are dark, mystical, and pagan in nature. All are either mystical or visceral. Some have a haunting beauty. Groups/performers include: Anilah, Trobar de Morte, Skald, Faun, The Hu, Danheim, Ozgur Baba, Eivor, and Sagason among many others (some of these videos are playlists of their own).

This video will play only in a set sequence. If you would like to skip around within it, go to my YouTube page: Diegaro.

–Phil Slattery, Publisher, The Chamber Magazine


“Sonata No. 6 (for Julian Scriabin)” Poem by Sun Hesper Jansen

 I shiver when the work is finished,
 and ask if she is pleased – knowing she
 cannot answer in any human tongue. 
 I do not breathe until she retreats
 to the silent murk, sated for now. 
  
 Such were your words, Papa – murky, 
 nightmarish, and uncleanfor the 
 one piece that will ever appease her. 
 Did you know that it would fall to me,
 endlessly, to feed what you released?
  
 No longer. My music, neglected, strains
 in the hollows of my skull. I wake
 for days, and fear to sleep, certain now
 that no choice remains but this. Today,
 I will take our little skiff into the mist.
  
 The water is black and deep here, and 
 there are no witnesses for what's to come. 
 Far below, the mud stirs and in that
 obscure movement I hear the accursed chord.
 Her gaze glitters like buried stars.
  
 I drop to the depths a futile bargain.
 For time, for even temporary freedom,
 to create what I can. There is sorrow
 in her opening arms, but no mercy. 
 Your legacy, Papa, engulfs me.
 

Sun Hesper Jansen is a writer of romantic high fantasy, magical realism, and poetry who divides her time between south-central Wisconsin and northern New Mexico. She is the author of the blog ‘Away from the Machine’ (awayfromthemachine.wordpress.com) where she writes on/as literary therapy for multiple sclerosis.