RICHARD FAMMERÉE: Fammerée & Eurydice

Richard Fammerée

Fammerée & Eurydice

© 2006 Richard Fammerée (634479378799)

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Fammerée & Eurydice is a an idyll and heroic of love between an errant poet-singer and a sibylline princess captive to a tower of generations. This mystical, exotic soundtrack of mythic romance is set in contemporary Europe, North Africa and islands of

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FAMMEREE & EURYDICE

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“A sensual banquet of poetry & music, passion & spirituality. Viva l’evolution!”
George Whitman, Shakespeare & Co., Paris

“Fammerée & Eurydice is a record of an odyssey and an idyll of quixotic, atavic love.

Poet and musician Richard Fammerée left home at eighteen with fewer dollars. Beginning before the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris, he crossed Europe on foot, often inscribing impressions onto the face of his guitar, intuitively following ancient crusades and pilgrimages, culminating upon Mt. Sinai. Listen for evidence of faerie rings, trysting stones, Goddess temples, Gethsemane, marble theatres and medieval palisades in the west of Ireland, south of France, the mountains of Crete and Morocco, the plains of Turkey, deserts of Jordan and Egypt, and verdant islands of the Pacific.

Fammerée is passionate as a renaissance philosopher, daring as the troubadours, profound as his faith in life. He elicits the complex purity of myth and metamorphosis. To experience the exotic--and often erotic--adventures of love and love lost, self and self found, to rekindle fantasies and faith, delight in this CD, this seminal recording, this transcendence.”
- review by A. de Stael

“Fammeree delivers. Buy the album to enjoy the future of poetry now.”
- Kenneth Clarke, Executive Director of The Poetry Center of Chicago

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Richard Fammerée

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A PROFILE OF THE ARTIST:

Richard Fammerée has appeared on National Public Radio, PBS and ARTÉ (France and Germany) and is featured in international venues, journals and publications. Who's Who in the World introduces him as a poet, composer, performing artist, a member of the advisory board of The Poetry Center of Chicago and executive director and editor of UniVerse: a United Nations of Poetry [www.universeofpoetry.org].

In the tradition of troubadours, Fammerée has played the varnish off numerous guitars in numerous countries. Recent venues include Amnesty International, Chicago Symphony Hall, Shakespeare & Co. (Paris) and The World Festival of Sacred Music initiated by His Holiness the Dalai Lama.

His first album Fammerée & Eurydice [www.myspace.com/richardfammeree] marries passion and spirituality echoing his book of poems, Lessons of Water & Thirst, recently included in the Poetry Library of Royal Festival Hall, London.

Fammerée has also composed for various artists including poets Li-Young Lee and Elise Paschen and singers Ann West and Toni Childs. David Tickle has produced three projects.

Richard Fammerée is currently preparing for the production of a fresh series of records featuring his poetry and songs.

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PUBLICATIONS:

LESSONS OF WATER & THIRST
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“A recipe for earthly delights,” (Bob Holman, director of The United States of Poetry), this vulnerable, metaphysical chronicle of an errant poet was recently included in The Poetry Library at The Royal Festival Hall, London. Manfred Gordon (Cambridge University) describes Lessons of Water & Thirst as “sensual and psychological, lush in the tradition of French Symbolism.”

Contact the poet directly for an autographed and numbered copy: fammeree@att.net.


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RECORDINGS:

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FAMMEREE & EURYDICE

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Pansophic and visceral in the same breath, Fammerée & Eurydice offers salvation to the intellectually insatiable who love to dance.

“A sensual banquet of poetry & music, passion & spirituality. Viva l’evolution!”
George Whitman, Shakespeare & Co., Paris

“Fammerée & Eurydice is a record of an odyssey and an idyll of quixotic, atavic love.

Poet and musician Richard Fammerée left home at eighteen with fewer dollars. Beginning before the Cathedral of Notre Dame in Paris, he crossed Europe on foot, often inscribing impressions onto the face of his guitar, intuitively following ancient crusades and pilgrimages, culminating upon Mt. Sinai. Listen for evidence of faerie rings, trysting stones, Goddess temples, Gethsemane, marble theatres and medieval palisades in the west of Ireland, south of France, the mountains of Crete and Morocco, the plains of Turkey, deserts of Jordan and Egypt, and verdant islands of the Pacific.

Fammerée is passionate as a renaissance philosopher, daring as the troubadours, profound as his faith in life. He elicits the complex purity of myth and metamorphosis. To experience the exotic--and often erotic--adventures of love and love lost, self and self found, to rekindle fantasies and faith, delight in this CD, this seminal recording, this transcendence.”
- review by A. de Stael

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Keeper of the Blindly Glowing: A spontaneous record of the spiritual & temporal adventures of an azure poet

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"I wrote and performed this album during recent journeys to the south of France enroute to Collioure, Paris and Longueville (the medieval village of my ancestors), the Middle East (Jerash, Petra, the Sinai, Qumran and Jerusalem) and the Pacific islands of Kauai and Maui. Listen for birds who lived in the rafters of the red barn I converted into a recording studio. Special thanks to Melissa Dittmann for her inspired vocals. I played every instrument while also engineering (when there was electricity. . . .). Production valurs are a bit rough, but so is the road and the life of a troubadour."

- Fammerée, 2007

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Fammerée & cerulean: collaborations with the Goddess

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In the tradition of troubadours, Richard Fammerée, contemporary poet
and singer-songwriter, wandered the world of sacred sites for two decades. He collaborated with many extraordinary woman poets, singers, musicians and dancers, including Ann West [www.myspace.com/AnnWest: “Confidante” album], Toni Childs [www.myspace.com/thetonichilds: One Life], Rachel Webster [track 10: A Record of Being], Elise Paschen [track 8: Behind the Door], Alana Grier [www.myspace.com/alanagrier], Melissa Dittmann [Keeper of the Blindly Glowing, track 2: Notre Dame], Sheila O’Donnell (Princess She) [track 1: Anam Cara], Tatiana Blanco [tracks 5 & 6: Teatime & Hush of Heaven], Carrie Ingrisano [track 9: Shiny New Boy] and a French actress
who wishes to remain anonymous. This record is to honor each of them
and the voice of every woman.

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ReVerse
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Richard Fammerée is a featured artist on this superlative, recorded anthology of poetry and poetry & music with Li-Young Lee, Mark Strand, Lou Reid, Elise Paschen, Alexi Murdoch, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Cin Salach, KClarke and Simone Muench.

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UNIVERSE OF POETRY
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UniVerse, a United Nations of Poetry, is an interactive forum and celebration of international poetry encouraging universal dialogue, compassion and peace.

Each nation, with or without territory, will be represented by at least one laureled poet. Poets writing in endangered languages and oral-traditionalists will also be represented.

Curricula is being developed to enable schools, colleges and universities to utilize UniVerse as a free resource.

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Fammerée & Eurydice includes:

1. Green Man
2. Tide of Life
3. Single, Sacred Body
4. La canzone della sirena
5. Evora
6. Markets of Remorse
7. Ephemerae
8. Khora Sfakia
9. Silence in Your Eyes
10. Thrall
11. One of the Just
12. The Smell of French Books
13. Orpheus Recusant
14. Eurydice

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LYRICS

1. Green Man

If we were one God,
we would feed each other everything; and everything would eat us,
and we would never die.

My tongues would serpent in your temple
where water becomes blood;
and the pink imprint of our lips would be
a talisman above the bed.

We would not need
to protect our skin from light;
we would not need
to protect our skin from skin;
and nothing red would be unclean
at the mouth of the Tigris.

I know what the dark book teaches,
but the garden is within us all.

I am a green man, and I am my messiah now.
I am not embarrassed, I am not alone,
I am not afraid.
I cannot lose anything,
for nothing is mine.
And I will never be hungry,
for everything is mine.
Where, then, is the throne of heaven.

I know what the dark book teaches,
but the garden is within us all.

If we were one God,
we would not appease fathers of don't.
We would kiss the tips of each other,
for lips are the spout of the fountain
and eyes, the light of the fountain.
Nipples are ready to blossom,
and a rose is a mouth of the mother.

I am a finger, and you are a finger.
Our hand is a leaf, our leaf, a wing,
and leaves and wings will
cathedral us again.

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2. Tide of Life

One restless night,
deep in a world of wood
Trying to rhyme memories half understood
Curious light, confluent signs
Here in the tide of life

Walking a line, walking alone sometimes
Reaching to find someone to harmonize
Lyrical lines, written in signs
Here in the tide of life

All the sadness
And the darkness I've carried
I've heard every rule,
but I will play the songs
I wrote to sing

There in your eyes I see no silver cage
Between the lines your dreams are safe
Lyrical night, speaking in signs
Here in the tide of life

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3. Single, Sacred Body

I sing the fountain of your silence
I dream the promise in your eyes
I love each island in your river
I drink you in before the sky

Once in a frozen time
drifting into night,
we said we’d meet again.
Here, sitting side by side,
the way your hands hold mine,
our life’s begun.

I cannot learn to love the lost hours.
Every fluted pillar prophesied you.
Your breasts restore me to the first
and last face of God.
Our love will confound all vain idols
of commerce and compromise,
for we have been chosen to demonstrate the single, sacred body.

Once in a frozen time
drifting into night,
we said we’d meet again.
Here, sitting side by side,
the way your hands hold mine,
our life’s begun.

This hand pressed netting,
this veil of brides,
this storied fabric winding its whisperings about us, sleeplessly
compelling our mouths together for breath for birth:

I now assume Botticelli’s love for you

And if time were to abandon us
in some unmeasured embrace,
I would rest beside you
until we were chosen to be brought forth again from the cold.

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4. La canzone della sirena

[I shall call her Eurydice. She is every woman who dreams and remembers her dreams, who sings and whose songs are remembered. Eurydice had eyes that would become the color of the sky or her chemise. We were visiting Vernazza in the north west corner of Italy, one of the five mountain towns, the cinque terra, above the sea.

I wrote this song for her to sing in the Pirate’s café at night. She wrote the words. They tell the story of a siren who calls sailors to her cave, the darkest waters from which no mortal re-emerges.]

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5. Evora

In Evora there is a church
and the church was once a mosque
and the mosque was once a church
and the church was once a temple
in the time of the Romans

Behind the altar there is a false tomb
and beneath a Christian name
there are thousands of years of roots writhing through stone
and water echoes up vertebrae
which must have been steps
and its light is the juice of emeralds

Now, consider the well that is my throat
and the pool that is my chest

What does one do when a well has been capped for so many generations?
Is water safe in the stomach?

How did I become addicted to a self-imposed periphery, its tithes, its prick and its poison?
Can all of this be unlearned in one generation, one season, one summer?

My grandfathers and grandmothers
and their grandparents meet
for the first time in me
I carry them to familiar places
I am their hands, their thighs, their nose, their eyes, their lips, their teeth,
their tongue

How did I become addicted to a self-imposed periphery, its tithes, its prick and its poison?
Can all of this be unlearned in one generation, one season, one summer?

I am the voice and the body now
and all that is closed will be opened
and all that hurts will be repaired
and all that sleeps without dreaming
will be green again

In Evora there is a church
Inside the church there is a tomb
and inside the tomb there is a cistern
Inside the cistern there is water
and its light is the juice of emeralds

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6. Markets of Remorse

I have spent another morning
in the markets of remorse
trying to buy back a single afternoon.

I search by the scent of her
in September, where the sky and Mediterranean had offered her to me.

All I find among reflecting
pools and wet feet is her hat, and, then, that is gone.
Why would someone take it from me,
all that was left to me.

How did she become my Genesis.
There were Jerusalems before her,
tents of silk embroidered with silk; anchovies and resin wine; lavender, cloves, coriander, thyme;
boxes of rose, bowls of bone,
wood, stone.

I surrender each coin. I surrender,
face up:
She sat upon the other bed, sunlight pushing at yellow curtains as if they had not been yellow before, sunlight pushing at the curtains of her hair, no longer able to support its weight.

I want that moment back. I would hurt myself against her chair if necessary to please the twin idols of her knees and kiss her fingers before our meal and touch her hair from her eyes, as love promises, and follow her, veiled as I am, navigating puddles and waves between strands and sleep, chrysalis to chrysalis,

in the little blue room open mouthed
to the sea, the one she promised
will be there.

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7. Ephemerae

I could not sleep while you slept.
Any little animal might have sheltered
in your body;
and I kept leaves from your eyes
and things from your hair until your lips revived,
bending back my fingers
to the lessons of water and thirst.

Fires that night digested the wet,
and when their long viridian
became your arms and a delirium
became our legs, threads relinquished us,
and we were not puppeted by earth,
and we were not puppeted by heaven.

We became larger than form and texture and scent--
something like clouds--
and fear was driven from the manger
of our bellies, and anger's thin lips
could not diminish us.

We ate everything that was red, and everything red was delicious.
My sap was greening your milky body,
then your legs slapped.
They slapped into fins and you arced
and my chin and ear separated,
and silver and more silver and silver again, I quivered behind you.

Ten thousand skies
Ten thousand nights
I should have known I would outgrow
A fascination with empty


8. Khora Sfakia

I walk among the whores of Sfakia,
the once beautiful sons ad daughters
hoarding fragments, lording and ladying and burning from the altar of their lips
all instincts still migratory.

For them the paths of scree
to the promontory decay at the turning of the sky. They hobble to the one tree where an attendant is also a boatman
and negotiate a passage back.

I am pressed to vertical earth, hatless, mapless and without sunglasses.
Golden bellied birds flash in a swift geometry upon lapis lazuli, and I tremble with the thrill of superstition:
What spirits are these? Whose soul cries from the mouth of the ass?

Now, the water is a Leviathan and ready to swallow.
It thrashes about, not content
with its containment, neither convinced nor concerned that lungs need land.

The whores of Sfakia wheeze and sleep with mouths open and lamps glaring
and garments pressed to their eyes.
If their messiah were to come
in the night, I could not follow,
for this is not a Diaspora, and the Son and the Father are only one half
of one God.

I wonder why the earth supports us.
We expect so much and renew so little.

It‘s Here and husband, back and forth
and up and down, scattering bones
of aborted destinies.
He first slurred the ancient name
of this place, Khora Sfakia--
The whores of Sfakia, he announced
and everyone laughed, then laughed again and laughed all the next day.
Now, she and he and I are pinks
upon the sand.

We offer our knees to the waves,
and Hero calls, and her call takes
the body of a gull.
Each of us awakes from the truth
of dreams to the lives of our own making.

The sea moves her skin and enters me.
I do not fear translucence. I do not fear this pregnancy, for I am with me.

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9. Silence in Your Eyes

In a languid haze, Elysian gate
I shade my eyes
And two lovers rest on a simple bed
of sorrel leaves and spent desire

Silence in your eyes

In a second take of the last embrace
you would not leave alone
We could close our eyes
to a faint disguise
we'd wear to hide from time, from fate

Silence in the sky, in your sighs
Silence in your eyes

If a written line could materialize
into a wish
I would know where you've gone
For a silver thread
that I thought we'd shed
is still tied to my wrist to you

Silence in the night, in your sigh
Silence in your eyes


10. Thrall

Can the priest pretend your body is not the plan of his cathedral?
Can I pretend you are not my cathedral?

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11. One of the Just

[She was in a cold stone kitchen preparing. I was in a twin stone room discovering the music for this song. I heard her chanting “Hey, hey, hey, hey, ha, ha, ha, ha, how’d your life get strapped to a clock” against the ringing of my strings and the ancient percussion of a knife chopping against a board. I knew it was the pain of a daughter never born.]

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12. The Smell of French Books

The smell of French books is particular.
It is the bloom of favorite shoes
and pillows plump with nursing,
bells of etched glass and cream yellowing
in the belly of a spoon.

The small of French books is one candle
and three cold canvases in a crumbling room in Picardy and meadows beyond the rusted crucifix, pinking with puberty and wooing the mooing cows.

There is a Livre de Poche beside the bed. I refresh myself with Bonnard’s busy virgin in her emerald bath, then struggle through four more pages.
Little accents fly off like perfumed arrows. From dialogue I guess the plot and meaning of the story--as I do in life.

I remember so little grammar,
my ceremony of French books
will never change.
It is the lick, lick, lick of a chocolate clock, and I am asleep before the chiming.

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13. Orpheus Recusant

And if time were to abandon us
in some unmeasured embrace,
I would rest beside you
until we were chosen
to be brought forth
again

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14. Eurydice

[The poet is finally allowed to bring his beloved back from the kingdom of death, the realm of shadows. For a moment, he loses her voice and looks back and loses her forever.]


c 2006 Richard Fammerée


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  • Fantastiko!
    author: Christos Takoudis, Akkordeonistas kai Ximikos Mixanikos

    Einai to kati allo! Proion dimiourgikis kai prwtotipis douleias pou emfanizetai mia fora ka8e 5-10 xronia! Bravo!

  • Really Wonderful!
    author: Tony Palmer - Producer Oyate Music Group Recordings "Bringing Yo

    I was mesmerized and highly entertained! Wonderful effort and throughly enjoyable! Very Impressive!

  • Unbelievable, incroyable, magnifique
    author: Philippe Fammerée

    Ce n'est pas parce qu'il est de ma famille, mais le cd est vraiment bien. Delicious.

  • Fammeree Delivers
    author: Kenneth Clarke, Executive Director of The Poetry Center of Chica

    Buy the album so you can enjoy the future of poetry, right now.

  • Fammerée transports me to the place where I remember the truth
    author: Tatiana Bourdillon de Blanco, Director, The Poets House Kauai

    Fammerée transports me to the place where I remember the truth. It is the fruit of a ripe messenger. When I forget, I feast on it. When I remember, I taste it. Then I taste it again.

  • Richard Fammeree is everything they say he is and more.
    author: Yvette Crosby, Editor in Chief, Zento Magazine

    Richard Fammeree is everything they say he is and more. His new cd titled Fammeree & Eurydice is a luscious elixir of sensual and revealing poetry set to evocative world music he loves to compose and play with absolute abandon as only a traveling troubadour would. This is not a cd to put on and go about your business. It demands and deserves your full attention and true listening. In exchange, it will transport you to unexplored and yet hauntingly familiar places deep within your imagination. Fammeree is an artist who paints exquisitely detailed confessions of life, love and lust with language and sounds that feel as close as a whisper in your ear. There are phrases that have never left me and I am glad. For the fullest serving of this deliciousness buy both the cd and Richard’s book of poems Lessons of Water and Thirst (www.cdbaby.com/fammeree2).

  • The best of poetry and music in a wonderfully vibrant experience
    author: Emily Calvo, Director of Public Relations, National Poetry Slam

    Fammeree & Eurydice provides the range of music for every mood: relaxing; energized, pensive and just plain fun. The artist merges the best of poetry and music into a wonderfully vibrant experience. It's great!

  • This CD will change your life. So much depth and beauty.
    author: Kimba Arem

    There are so many layers to this CD, each listening reveals something new. The songs are genius, crafted with compassion, intelligence, and and genuine artistry. They are enjoyable and will move your soul. It has a message that is crucial for our world in these changing times. Just get the CD-- you will be grateful.

  • author: St Cloud

    If Bowie and/or The Doors were beginning now and writing real poetry, it would be this. This exciting. This sensual. This spiritual. This mystical. This sexy. This. . . beautiul. This edgy. This chill. This.

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