So far only listened to:

"The Nightingales in Plátres" by Natalia Theodoridou - podcast - DNF

Beyond my listening comprehension. After a couple poems this is the opening...
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Stranded, nomads on a nomad rock. Tied down on this unnamed planet for precious months, without reason, by forces we cannot comprehend. Nomad fathers and nomad sons. Punished, perhaps? By God, by Panayí­a. For what deviance? It is hard to know His will. Harder yet to know His ways of measuring transgression.?

These thoughts keep Captain Yánnis Bostantzóglou awake through the sleeping hours—these, and the incessant song of nightingales echoing through the spaceship’s hull. A line from an antique poem by the ancestral Seféris plays in Yánnis’ mind, about Helen, and Agamemnon, and the futile struggles of Greeks: “The nightingales,” it went, “the nightingales won’t let you sleep in Plátres.” And they don’t, they don’t. As if the entire damn ship was built to fit that one, old verse.

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I need to let this author go.