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168 pages, paper
First published January 1, 701
You are of age to marry a wife and bring her home with you
when you are about thirty, not being many years short of
that mark, nor going much over. That age is ripe for your marriage.
Let your wife be full grown four years, and marry in the fifth.
Better marry a maiden, so you can teach her good manners,
and in particular marry one who lives close by you.
Look her well over first. Don't marry what will make your neighbors
laugh at you, for while there's nothing better a man can win him
than a good wife, there's nothing more dismal than a bad one.
Thus, though she is only the single child
of her mother
she is honored with high offices
among all the immortals.
Zeus son of Kronos made her, too,
protector of those children
who after her laid eyes on the Dawn,
the many-light-beaming;
so she, from the beginning,
has protected children, and these are her offices.
Rheia, submissive in love to Kronos,
bore glorious children,
Histia and Demeter,
Hera of the golden sandals,
and strong Hades, who under the ground lives in his palace
and has a heart without pity;
the deep-thunderous Earthshaker,
and Zeus of the counsels,
who is the father of gods and of mortals,
and underneath whose thunder
the whole wide earth shudders;
but, as each of these children
came from the womb of its mother
to her knees, great Kronos swallowed it down,
with the intention
that no other of the proud children
of the line of Ouranos
should ever hold the king's position
among the immortals.
For he had heard, from Gaia
and from starry Ouranos,
that it had been ordained for him,
for all his great strength,
to be beaten by his son,
and through the designs of great Zeus.
Therefore he kept watch, and did not sleep,
but waited
for his children, and swallowed them,
and Rheia's sorrow was beyond forgetting.
But when she was about to bear Zeus,
the father of mortals
and gods, then Rheia went
and entreated her own dear parents,
and these were Gaia and starry Ouranos,
to think of some plan
by which, when she gave birth to her dear son,
the thing might not
be known, and the fury of revenge
be on devious-devising Kronos
the great, for his father,
and his own children whom he had swallowed.
They listened gladly
to their beloved daughter, and consented,
and explained to her
all that had been appointed to happen
concerning Kronos, who was King, and his son,
of the powerful
spirit, and sent her to Lyktos,
in the fertile countryside of Crete
at that time when she was to bring forth
the youngest of her children,
great Zeus; and the Earth, gigantic Gaia,
took him inside her
do in wide Crete, there to keep him alive
and raise him.
There Earth arrived
through the running black night, carrying
him, and came first to Lyktos,
and holding him in her arms, hid him
in a cave in a cliff, deep in
under the secret places
of earth, in Mount Aigaion
which is covered with forest.
She wrapped a great stone in baby-clothes,
and this she presented
to the high lord, son of Ouranos,
who once ruled the immortals,
and he took it then in his hands
and crammed it down in his belly,
hard wretch, nor saw in his own mind
how there had been left him
instead of the stone a son,
invincible and unshakable
for the days to come, who soon by force
and his hands defeating him
must drive him from his title,
and then be lord over the immortals.
Αρχαία Ελληνική Λογοτεχνία
1) Θεογονία / Έργα και Ημέραι / Ασπίς Ηρακλέους (750-650 π.Χ.)
χρόνος ανάγνωσης κριτικής: 1 λεπτό και 28 δευτερόλεπτα
Το 2020 αποφάσισα να διαβάζω κάθε μήνα και ένα ελληνικό μυθιστόρημα
αντιπροσωπευτικό για κάθε δεκαετία του 20ου και 21ου αιώνα.
Έτσι ξεκίνησα με τη φόνισσα του Αλέξανδρου Παπαδιαμάντη
του 1903 και τελείωσα με την Πικρία χώρα
της Κωνσταντίας Σωτηρίου του 2019.
Το 2021 αποφάσισα να πάω ένα αιώνα πίσω και να διαβάσω
πεζογραφία του 19ου αιώνα.
Ξεκίνησα με την εξαίρεση, το Έρωτος Αποτελέσματα: Ιστορίαι Ηθικοερωτικαί
του 1792 (μιας και δεν βρήκα βιβλίο από την πρώτη δεκαετία 1800-1809),
και τελείωσα με Τα Λόγια της πλώρης του Ανδρέα Καρκαβίτσα του 1899.
Το 2022 αποφάσισα να πάω ακόμα πιο πίσω.
Με αλλά λόγια να ξεκινήσω με το πρώτο γραπτό μνημείο της νεοελληνικής γλώσσας
το έπος του Βασίλειου Διγενή Ακρίτη (1102-1140) και να τελειώσω
με το Σχολείο των ντελικάτων εραστών (1790) του Ρήγα Φεραίου.
Φέτος αποφάσισα να ολοκληρώσω αυτό το πρότζεκτ γεφυρώνοντας
την νεοελληνική λογοτεχνία με την αρχαιοελληνική διαβάζοντας
από τον Ησίοδο (σχεδόν) σύγχρονο του Ομήρου, μέχρι τον Προκόπιο,
σύγχρονο του Ιουστινιανού.
Πάνω κάτω αυτά που διάβασα στην Θεογονία τα ήξερα, καθώς μικρός
ήμουν φανατικός αναγνώστης των βιβλίων των Εκδόσεων Στρατική Ελληνική Μυθολογία
Φυσικά άλλη εντελώς φάση να διαβάζεις την πηγή, το έπος από όπου
γεννήθηκαν τόσοι και τόσοι μύθοι που ξέρουμε και αγαπούμε μέχρι σήμερα
(Κοσμογονία, Θεογονία, Τιτανομαχία) και τους μικρότερους που εμπεριέχουν.
Εξίσου ενδιαφέρον και το διδακτικό έπος Έργα και Ημέραι,
όπως και το λιγότερο γνωστό Ασπίς Ηρακλέους που περιγράφει εκτενώς
την ασπίδα του Ηρακλή λίγο πριν περιγράψει την μονομαχία του
με τον Κύκνο τον γιο του Άρη.
Και έτσι όμορφα μπορώ να πω ξεκίνησε το ταξίδι μου στην
αρχαία ελληνική γραμματεία για φέτος.
Gloomy Echidna dwells among the Arimoi beneath the earth, the deathless young girl, ageless for all her days. They say that Typhon—awful, violent, living without laws—made love with the glancing-eyed girl, and that she conceived and brought forth ferocious children. First she gave birth to Orthos, the hound of Geryon; then she gave birth to Kerberos, irresistible, indescribable, the devourer of raw flesh, the brazen-voiced hound of Hades with fifty heads, ruthless and powerful. Third, she brought forth the Hydra of Lerna... She gave birth to Chimaira, breathing deadly fire, terrible, huge, swift-footed, and powerful. She had three heads: one of a savage lion, one of a goat, one of a snake, a mighty serpent... Chimaira gave birth to the Sphinx, the bane of the Kadmeians, seduced in love by Orthos; and the Nemean Lion, that Hera, glorious wife of Zeus, raised up and settled in the hills of Nemea, a plague to men.
The Hundred-Handers stood against the Titans in grim war, holding jagged rocks in their mighty hands. But the Titans, on their side, eagerly formed up into ranks, and each side showed forth the strength of their hands. And the vast sea echoed terribly, and the earth crashed loudly, and the broad heaven, shaken, groaned. High Olympos wobbled on its foundations. ... Straightaway Zeus came from the sky and from Olympos, constantly hurling the lightning. The bolts flew thick and fast from his powerful hand, accompanied by thunder and flashing, rolling along a sacred fire. ... A hot breath surrounded the Titans, the children of Earth, and an unending fire rose into the shining sky, and the coruscating brilliance of the thunderbolt and lightning blinded their eyes, though they were powerful.
For nine nights and days an anvil of bronze might fall from the sky, and on the tenth it would arrive on earth; for nine nights and days an anvil of bronze might fall from the earth, and on the tenth it would arrive in Tartaros. A fence of bronze runs all around it, and night is poured all around in three layers, and above are the roots of the earth and of the restless sea. There the divine Titans are imprisoned in the misty darkness...
There, as you go further, stands the echoing house of the god of the underworld, of powerful Hades and of dread Persephone, and a fearful dog stands guard in front, pitiless, and he has a wicked habit: He fawns with his tail and both his ears at those who enter, but he does not permit them to go out again. ...
There lives the god hated by the deathless ones, the hideous Styx, the eldest daughter of Ocean, who flows back upon himself. She lives in her wonderful house apart from the gods, roofed over by tall rocks, propped up all around by silver pillars, reaching to the sky.
For Zeus hid fire when he was angered in his heart because wily Prometheus deceived him. For this reason he devised painful sorrows for mankind—he hid away fire. Then the noble son of Iapetos stole it again for humankind from Zeus the Counselor, hiding it from Zeus, who delights in the thunderbolt, in a hollow fennel stalk. ...
Straightaway the clever Lame God made [Pandora] from earth in the image of a modest young girl, following the plans of the son of Kronos. And the goddess glancing-eyed Athena gave her a girdle and ornaments, and the goddess Graces and queenly Persuasion placed on her skin golden necklaces, and the Hours with beautiful locks crowned her with spring flowers. Pallas Athena fitted all the ornaments to her body. And in her breast the messenger, the killer of Argos, fashioned lies and wheedling words and a thievish nature through the will of loud-thundering Zeus. And the messenger of the gods placed in her a voice, and he named the woman Pandora, because all who live on Olympos had given her a gift, an evil for men. ...
Before this the tribes of men lived on the earth separate and apart from evil and apart from harsh labor and grievous sickness, which brings death upon men; for in misery men soon grow old. But the woman took off the great lid of the jar with her hands and scattered its contents abroad, and she devised terrible pains for humankind. Hope alone remained within in the unbreakable house beneath the lip of the jar, and did not fly out the door.
The son of Kronos made still a fourth one upon the all-nourishing earth, more just, more righteous, the godly Race of Heroes, who are called half-gods, the race before our own upon the boundless earth. And of these some perished from evil war and the dread battle cry, fighting around Thebes of the seven gates, the Kadmeian land, on account of the flocks of Oedipus, and others were destroyed going to Troy in ships across the great gulf of the sea for the sake of Helen of the beautiful tresses.
Now the race is of iron, nor do men ever cease from suffering and sorrow by day, nor from being ruined by destruction at night. The gods will give them grievous care, but nevertheless even these people will have some good mixed with bad. Zeus will destroy this Iron Race of mortal men too, when they turn out to be born with gray hair on their temples. ... Justice will be what you can get away with, and there will be no shame. The evil man will harm the better, slandering him with crooked words and swearing an oath upon it.
Beside them stood Death Mist—gloomy and dread, pale, dried up, collapsed from hunger, with fat knees. Long nails grew from her hands, snot ran from her nose, and blood dripped from her cheeks to the ground. She stood there with a monstrous grin."
The other cool part was how Athena helps Herakles stabs Ares in the thigh - for the second time (he had stabbed Ares in an earlier confrontation as well). Ares is the biggest loser of all of the Olympian gods. This passage reminds me a lot of the passage in the Iliad where Athena helps Diomedes stab Ares.