Poem: Iliads and Odysseys
Iliads and Odysseys, Odysseys and Iliads,
they come and go, they came and went,
heroes and villains remembered together
through the repetitive chants
of the itinerant rhapsodists
who recited ancient histories
purportedly written by
a blind itinerant Ionic bard
about the fall of Troy
some five hundred years (or so)
before the bard was born
(so it was NOT an eyewitness account)
as if they were current events
to the assembled illiterati,
(the inability to read
was hardly the matter;
there were no lending libraries
and they couldn’t afford the scrolls:
reading was of little use to them)
telling them all about a war
that occurred a thousand years before
but no longer meant anything to anyone.
That was good for a week or two
of meals and cots, sleeping in barns
safely in out of the rain before
their welcomes were worn out
forcing rhapsodists to trudge on
to the next welcoming village or town.
In so doing,
the raconteurs emulated the
the travails of wily old Odysseus
as he wended his circuitous path
back home to Ithaca,
experiencing the same
unanticipated consequences
of the perils of traveling
around the ancient Occident
But now from this vantage point,
three thousand years later,
we review Agamemnon’s perfidy
Hector’s devotion and Achilles’ revenge
from a dispassionate distance
reciting Homer’s chants of wars
won and lost and the perils of travel
without being able to infuse them with
the passions Homer wrote into the text
while a nearly blind itinerant poet
wrote a modern re-framing
of Ulysses’ old travelogue
all about a day
in the life of Dublin
from the safety of apartments
in Trieste, Zurich and Paris,
mixing past, present and future,
into a seriocomic kaleidoscope
of mixed-up jigsaw puzzles
from several different boxes
that sometimes fitted together
(because they used the same dies to
cut out the required number of pieces)
although the images often did not.
And now it’s my turn
to pick up the pieces
and redistribute them again
but it sometimes seems to me
that we’ve all been reduced to staring
through bathroom keyholes while
genuflecting down upon our knees
in an obscene simulacrum of prayer.
Iliads and Odysseys have come and gone,
centuries adding up into millennia,
without pause or let, as we sport our best
bibs and tuckers while begging at the gates,
but one continues to wonder whether
Icarus ever even heard what Daedalus said
when he warned his son against flying
too close to the sun or if he was too inebriated by
the freedom of flight to fret about death
as the Iliads and Odysseys came and went again.
Rose Guastella
11/15/2022 @ 12:13 pm
I read this over on FB and wanted to see it again here. (It will get lost in the feed over there in no time flat) If I’ve missed the point of your piece, I’m sorry, but this is what I get from it:
What I enjoyed most is what seems to be a comparison between ancient and modern entertainment. Are we all voyeurs and not participants? The 24 hour barrage of news/information/misinformation/advertising/ gets all mixed up with movies/tv/YouTube etc. I am sick of the inanity and the noise. When times were simpler, the storytellers were all. And they could, of course, tell any story any way they liked, so the history of influence has always been there. You only need look at religion (pick one, any one) to see how true that is.
Alan Milner
11/15/2022 @ 12:41 pm
I have no idea where poems come from or what they mean. This one definitely says something about the voyeuristic civilization we’re living in…but it also says something about the way we worship information, mistaking it for knowledge. A high school classmate of mine just told me that he enjoyed the poem you’re commenting on.
I told him that repetition is the backbone of verse, I could refer him to the repetitions that permeate all popular music. It’s called the refrain and it is essential to songwriting and that repetition is clearly a feature of the Homeric odes. I
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 10:10 am
Having thought about it some more, yes, I was very specifically thinking about the differences between ancient and modern information distribution systems. The troubadours – the middle ages equivalent of the Greek rhapsodes – brought both news in the form of entertainment, and entertainment in the form of news.
I have recently written on Facebook about my disenchantment with comedians who use satire and sarcasm to make fun of political leaders, thinking that this undermines our ability to take them seriously.. We didn’t take Trump seriously in 2016 and look what happened…and I fear that we might be doing that again.
Joe Zinman
11/15/2022 @ 12:30 pm
Alan – I enjoyed your poem but as I have said numerous times, as Polonious did, “Brevity is the soul of wit.” In your own way, you said the same thing several times. Trim it down a bit and it will probably have a more profound effect.
Alan Milner
11/15/2022 @ 12:36 pm
Brevity may be the soul of wit, but repetition is the backbone of verse.
JP Hart
11/15/2022 @ 8:32 pm
NOMAD
Bullfrog
on taut line/bass glimmers/fast and slow/jets zoom/reentry/solar plexus/bullseye/cotton high/sand grain/beneath cane line/fresh tranche-trance: Dalton’s trenches/sphere gadgets left his hands/glow high/low/hither/yon/lilly pads ‘neath boot sole: ice cold shin/now knee/arrow punctures thigh/levitation:reverse fall/horizontal rain/now waterwall/all caves-crevices-cavities are searched/tragically retina light glints/automatic ordnance/alas dat boy/shoot soot scent/ HUH?WHAT?SAY-aGAIN?
Ron Powell
11/18/2022 @ 7:57 am
Alan,
When I was a youngster I became hugely fascinated with Greek and Roman mythology so much so that I had read both the Illiad and the Odyssey by my 13th birthday…
Your crossing of the Homeric epics and the Deadalus and Icarus fable is intriguing as commentary on the nature of what we might refer to as the contemporary intertwining of news and entertainment to the point where in many respects in modern life, there is no discernible difference…
Most everyday average citizens are hard pressed to tell the difference between myth, truth, and fact in what is loosely referred to as journalism.
Too many of these folks are considered political ‘leaders’…
Ron Powell
11/18/2022 @ 8:14 am
Alan,
Is there any way you can provide us with the option of editing a comment after it has been published in the post of another?
Can you find a way to allow for the inclusion of images in a comment?
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 10:00 am
When I view these comments, I see an EDIT link right under the responder’s name. You don’t see this link?
https://bindlesnitch.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/editing-a-comment.jpg
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 10:05 am
If you aren’t seeing the edit link, I will have to go into the permissions and see if I can add that. I tried to include images by cutting and pasting. That didn’t work but if you create or capture an image and import it into Bindle by using the media button in the left side menu, you can then copy the URL for the image from the image library and paste it into the comment. that’s rather awkward but it provides the ability to insert images by reference.
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 10:18 am
Okay, I went shopping and found this plugin. Let;’s see if it works:
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 10:20 am
Second attempt with a larger format
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 10:26 am
new attempt
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 10:29 am
Okay. This plugin is a little quirky. It deletes the cancel button from replies which I have only used once or twice but it also gets stalled sometimes. It takes a few seconds for the linking process to work. Be patient. Also, when you click on the image in the comment you will get a full-size image (although the images in the comments are ALREADY full-sized.)
Ron, I have to tell you that I have often thought about adding this feature but I didn’t know if I could or not. Your question triggered me and now we have the feature you wanted. Cool, right? You don’t get that kind of service from Facebook or Twitter.
Ron Powell
11/18/2022 @ 12:35 pm
“If you aren’t seeing the edit link, I will have to go into the permissions and see if I can add that.”
Not seeing the ‘edit’ link…
Re images?
Ron Powell
11/18/2022 @ 12:37 pm
Re images:
Upload of file chosen doesn’t happen…
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 4:27 pm
It is working for me and I don’t know why it isn’t working for you. Have you rebooted Bindle? That might help. Also, I don’t test these things on smaller devices.
https://bindlesnitch.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/supercell.jpg
Alan Milner
11/18/2022 @ 4:33 pm
For now, until I figure this out, you can insert a link to an image (preferably one from the media library) into a comment and a link will appear. I have also discovered that the comment edit function is reserved for administrators. Making everyone an administrator would be fine for the current membership (well. almost all of them) but newbies would be a different matter. i will shop for a different plug in.
Jan Sand
11/20/2022 @ 11:06 am
The world we now live in is so radically different from those ancient days of myths and odysseys where fantasies were created by a rather small sector of humanity compared to what has been created in the massive floods of imaginative literature from huge profitable industries for not only readers but films and other visual enterprises that people today might be considered a different species from those living a couple of thousand years ago. Nevertheless, our legendary creatures still exist such as Frankenstein and Dracula and King Kong, And our religions are full of them. Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck and Pogo and Krazy Kat and Popeye also might make the grade plus Marilyn Monroe and Charlie Chaplin and Groucho Marx could fit as well as Hitler and Stalin and George Washington with his cherry tree, although they are semi-fictional.
Poetry is too varied to demand that repetition fit all of it and even rhyme is somewhat unfashionable. My own poems are frequently so envious of Lewis Carrol that I frequently invent new words that did not exist. Poetry can be as difficult to catch as greased butterflies.
JP Hart
11/20/2022 @ 4:42 pm
Nothing like you Jan Sands! Yesterday morning (as eagle flys with dove) Ted Burke well reflected upon his
Like It or Not [Friday, October 28, 2022]
Review
Cormac McCarthy
The Passenger
No doubt DEMOCRACY IS DROWNING
Increasingly make believe to construct cogent aphorism ‘sans’ Icarian Wax … now I must learn how and Y Etienne Cabet found & lost himself on November 9, 1856 in St. Louis, Mussoorie…as though our symphony chairs only cymbals: CLASH and flutter eyelids of our dancing ladies! Zip-A-Dee-D00-Dah!
Jan Sand
11/21/2022 @ 7:53 am
Since I am Jan Sand and not Jan Sands, of course there is nothing like me but perhaps you meant to indicate nothing is fond of me. As I never earned much money in a rather long life, you have evidently recognized why. This intense love that nothing bestows on me is, I suppose, an endearment that explains a good deal of my current status since at my antiquity of almost 97 my wife and my son are both headstoned and one of those four horsemen has dealt with all but a couple of my friends. The rewards of a long life.
Alan Milner
11/21/2022 @ 10:14 am
At 74 now, I often think about how much longer I WANT to live. I see people my age – and younger – beginning to fall apart. I see some of the same symptoms in myself and wonder how long I can keep up this act. I won’t pull the pin unless or rather until I am in unbearable pain (I’ve been in constant pain since the beginning of the century but, so far, it is manageable) or I am losing my mental faculties.
Right now, I live for three things. To take care of Satya, who, I am afraid, won’t be able to make it on her own, to finish my summary of human experience, and organize my poetry for publication…but the writings won’t sell and Satya will have to go on without me sooner or later, one way or the other.
But you give me hope. I love your poetry, which is something I have never said to another living poet. I have misplaced the link to your wordoress site (I’ll find it) so I googled your name and found you on Poemhunter.com, thus introducing me to that venue.
So, you see, you’re teaching me things I don’t know. I hope to have many more conversations with you before our time together runs out I don’t know anyone else alive whose son I could have been. My teachers have all passed away and their replacements have not reported for duty.
Jan Sand
11/21/2022 @ 11:57 am
I am quite amazed at your enthusiasm for my poetry since I write primarily in floundering experiments exploring how the distortions of the rules of linguistics permits me to clown myself into odd relationships to perceived reality and stumble into interesting surprises. My following is quite small but my ego cannot suppress its delight at any minor success in a life of general failure to either understand or succeed in any human enterprise. My passage through the army back in 1944 awarded me a modest IQ of 130 whereas my brother (who died a few years ago) did so much better with a 145 IQ was very successful relating to other people in business and otherwise that I was always in his shadow. My age of almost 97 cannot permit me enough time to properly grow out of a persistent childhood of about 12 at best but my persistent ignorance of what every normal person takes for granted has left me in a state of fundamental puzzlement of what I am which seems to be somewhat alien as I might be a mutated oyster or perhaps a frog. I look back at all my poetic efforts with no real hopes of it reaching a state of publication. That would be a very strange surprise.
Alan Milner
11/21/2022 @ 3:48 pm
I would like to start picking poems from your WordPress site and posting them on Bindle, then posting the links on various social media sites. Is that alright with you?
Is there an order of preference you would like to use or should I just go from earliest to most recent or vice versa?
JP Hart
11/21/2022 @ 3:59 pm
Nothing but adulation for your words and perseverance Jan Sand. I vetted nothing and opted for nothing as I chose ‘nothing’ rather than ‘no one’. Plausibly your peer is Cormac McCarthy. I Google JAN SAND POETRY ————> About 53,700,000 results (0.56 seconds) & sure
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Jan Sand
11/21/2022 @ 5:18 pm
Please feel free to noodle with whatever you like as long as you attribute my efforts to me since it sort of indicates that I exist, something I frequently doubt. I despise money and, at least so far, I am perfectly happy with what I’ve got. No doubt the damned stuff can be useful but it is highly overvalued in a world that has much more interesting things to make this short interim of awareness worthwhile.
JP Hart
01/10/2023 @ 4:19 pm
#60s #Songs #1960s
Most Popular Song Each Month in the 60s
Peace on earth, guise. No doubt there’s an exhausted drill sargeant in every genius. GoldmanSax and Gun Sanity and, obtusely, shell fish not selfish; tax and morse codes: skipping over the ocean, an extrapolation of sweat equity. Where’s the rain whence the flash fires rage. X word hence as U sit on the fence, a swordman’s command error, to be fairer. Maybe the 10 commandments in braile. 4 the times … so I’m networking Finnegan’s Wake in emojis. Dat doesn’t label me a fabled blizzard … fog in the den? Be sure to have a match. Decades are but days, theater is not dead, I wonder. I wish. My image upon an empty dish. Dot calm. Best and worst {LO;} }\/{ {LO;} such a curse.
Missed the Wolf Moon one more time.
U$?
JP Hart
03/26/2023 @ 4:40 pm
Key here is a ‘wiki-flash search’ of Agamemnon. My humble Yeatsian depth as a failed short story writer: ‘… night’s vanity … day’s remorse’ and who said it? My kingdom for a horse? Seminal, as well, cogent decorem {…} why didn’t Shakespeare scribe: ‘…first of all, we THRILL all the lawyers!’ Then again no. ‘Fire & Ice’ our watchtower of spun dice. Once upon a Sunday, as even the sandman might exclaim: Godspeed ‘GORDON E. MOORE, 94, INTEL CO-CREATOR and SILICON CHIP SOOTHSAYER, DIES.’ We’ll be free, won’t we?