Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

John Keats

On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

من امیر مسعود عابدینی
مدرس فن بیان و گویندگی و صدا سازی 
و هر آنچه نیاز هست برای استفاده بهتر از موهبتی الهی به نام 
«کلام»
در غالب اصوات
برای ادای احترام و سپاسگزاری
از تمام احساسات ناب انسانی
به تبعیت از الگوی مقدس،
مادر همگانیه ما،
یعنی 
زمین
رسالت خود را هر چند ناچیز
انجام دهم!
باشد که
شفقت و مهربانی‌ را به یادگار بگذاریم.

Psychedelic Indie Folk  -  love longing loss 
alienation nature spirituality dying transformation
No AI. No voice modification technology
Recorded with Cubase on Focusrite Scarlett 2i2 
MuseScore for digital sounds and sheet music

On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

John Doran-Armstrong