Pop trio and bards will band together at Sawyer Fine Arts Center

Three figures stand atop a rocky hill against a dramatic sky with billowing clouds.

Beth Staples

Oct 3 2025

Sophisti-pop trio StarWound and Colby-Sawyer will come together for an evening of music and poetry at 7 p.m. Friday, Oct. 17, at Sawyer Fine Arts Center.

After the pandemic and ensuing lockdowns, the Athens, Greece-based band planned several Interiors tours to survey the lyrics of contemporary poets in the United States.

The band selected a poem by Ewa Chrusciel — Colby-Sawyer creative writing professor and an award-winning poet — to feature in its performances.

Students who also authored poems for the survey project have been invited to read them on stage at the performance. The band will accompany the bards with music inspired by the verses.

StarWound, which formed in 2012, is composed of Konstantina Stavropoulou (vocals, synthesizer), Petros Bouras (piano, synthesizer) and Dimitris Azorakos (drums). Their music fuses cabaret ambience with elements of electronic dance music and synth rock.

Songs from this tour and StarWound’s two preceding Interiors-themed tours will be released in 2026. The band’s first three albums are Miles to Walk (2015), So Wrong (2018) and What Do you See? (2024).

Below are Chrusciel’s poem, Refugee’s Daily Prayer, from her book Of Annunciations, and Withered, by Sarah Zink ’25. They are reprinted with permission.

Refugee’s Daily Prayer

By Ewa Chrusciel

The house cracked from the inside.

It plaited and meandered in waves.

The tree and the house grew into one.

The bark entered the house,

inmates of shrines of cicadas.

A medieval tower with a clock

blasted vertically,

with no slant

on its knees,

and the clock

swooped like an owl,

grabbed all the hours &

Disappeared.

Change the stone to bread.

Give back the salt

and let olives be relics.

Withered

By Sarah Zink ’25

We bow to ourselves in waters deep,

where secrets linger, and devils sleep.

In silence, we face our sin,

whispering regrets we bury within.

Hearts are torn, yet we still stand,

bound by the chains forged by our hand.

Through darkest nights, through endless pain,

we fall as one, and rise again.

But the mirror shows a fractured soul,

a spirit broken, a heart turned cold.

Still, we bow to what we've become,

ghosts in the dark, forever numb.

For in the silence, we know the truth,

we are the cause, the lie, the proof.

And in this bow, this solemn vow,

We find our peace,

but still are lost.

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