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The Song<br />
‘That’s how I learnt, that’s how I play,’ he says. ‘What’s it to do with<br />
you?’<br />
‘Nothing,’ they say. ‘But if you want we can teach you to play so<br />
the rocks will dance.’ And they beg him to come out of the circle and<br />
be taught. He goes on playing. They ask, at any rate, for the lyre. He<br />
hands it over taking care not to put his hand outside the circle – for<br />
they would cut it off. A Nereid takes the lyre, plays it for a few moments<br />
with ravishing skill, and gives it back: ‘Take it. You don’t trust us.’<br />
But they go on trying to trick him into putting at least a hand or a<br />
finger outside.<br />
Finally the cock crows. It is the signal for their departure. They cannot<br />
teach him without some payment. So now, carefully, the lyrist<br />
puts just the tip of his little finger outside the circle, and the Nereids cut<br />
it off. In next to no time they have taught him to play like themselves –<br />
and then they are off, to hide during the daylight hours. 4<br />
Cretan instrumentalists have no false modesty. Why should they,<br />
when they are members of an honourable guild? T<strong>here</strong> are probably<br />
less of them now than t<strong>here</strong> once were – it is difficult to be sure of this–<br />
but they are far more mobile than before. A pair of professionals based<br />
on Canea can cover the whole of western Crete, playing at festivals,<br />
and, if they are well known, making records and playing on Canea<br />
radio.<br />
Among the lyrists, singers and poets of Crete, one stands out if only<br />
for his versatility. This is John Dermitzakis, the bard of Sitea. He keeps<br />
a draper’s shop, but is happy enough to put work aside and listen to his<br />
own records with any interested visitors. He plays the lyre, the guitar<br />
and the violin, and composes and sings his own mantinades. As well as<br />
making records he has published his verses, together with a few pithy<br />
moral aphorisms – ‘Death is the fate common to all of us, but we<br />
conquer it with what we create’ - which illustrate the self-confidence I<br />
spoke of. This is particularly well marked in Dermitzakis. His little<br />
book is full of pats on the back from men who approved of his verses.<br />
T<strong>here</strong> is a letter from Spyros Markezinis the political leader; a postcard<br />
from Nikos Kazantzakis in Antibes (‘With much pleasure I read your<br />
mantinades which reminded me of my beloved Crete’); a postcard from<br />
Samuel Baud-Bovy the musicologist; and an intriguing message from<br />
‘Angelika Farmer, Great Missewden’.<br />
Most of Dermitzakis’s verses are of no great interest. I mention him<br />
<strong>here</strong> because he is typical of the rhymadori who have kept the tradition<br />
going. Each of these creators left something behind him; and doubtless<br />
some few of Dermitzakis’s better mantinades will enter the repertory,<br />
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