The Odyssey: Part 3--The Lotus Eaters

Welcome to the third installment of Homer's The Odyssey (Severely Abridged and Paraphrased). When we last left our hero, he had washed up onto the beach of an inhabited island and was welcomed into the king's court as a guest, where he began to spin the strange-but-true story of his journey there.

All of the eyes in the hall were on Odysseus as he started his tale.
"Almost twenty years ago," he began, "a war started between the Greeks and the city of Troy. Back home in Ithaca, the army was drafting every able-bodied man to sail across the sea and invade Troy, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was forced to join.

"Now, I felt this was a silly war--it had all started with a golden apple and the vanity of three bickering goddesses--and though Menelaus gave the excuse that he was rescuing his beautiful wife from the clutches of her abductor, I knew full well that Sparta had been looking for an excuse to invade and pillage Troy for years. The city had grown in wealth and power and influence, to the point that it incited the vicious jealousy of Greece. The 'face that launched a thousand ships' was really just the final straw to the king of Sparta.

"But I was not going to risk my life for such a cause--I had a beautiful wife, Penelope, and an infant son, Telemachus, to make me perfectly content where I was--and what's more, an oracle stopped me in the street and told me that, should I go to Troy, a very long voyage home awaited me.

"So I came up with a scheme to avoid being sent to war. I pretended to be insane. I hitched up an ox and a donkey to my plow--nonsensical, since the two creatures have very different strides and pull at different speeds--and started to sow my fields with salt. My neighbors believed my feigned lunacy, but Menelaus' brother Agamemnon was not convinced. He ordered that, in order to prove that I was completely out of my mind, my infant child should be placed in front of the plow.

"Of course, nothing was worth killing my son. I veered around him and revealed my sanity. I grudgingly went to war."

Odysseus paused, looking around at his captive audience. "You all know what happened after that. The Trojan War lasted ten years of carnage. As the Greeks started to commit acts of sacrilege--desecrating altars and pillaging temples--the gods began to turn their backs on us. We were losing to the Trojans, badly. But my scheme with the wooden horse turned the tables and gave us the victory."

"We know all this," the king interrupted eagerly. "But why haven't you made it back to Ithaca in all this time? It's been ten years since the fall of Troy! Everyone began to assume you were dead."

Odysseus took a deep breath. "Well, it all started when my ship was blown off-course by a strange wind. We landed on an island inhabited by very friendly, hospitable people...perhaps a little too hospitable. They ate a very peculiar fruit called a Lotus, which was sweet and invitingly fragrant, but made one sleepy, content, apathetic, and forgetful. I warned my men not to touch them, but a few members of my crew ate the Lotus. They didn't want to leave. They didn't remember their families and homes to which they must return. It was as though they were under a spell.

"I had to forcibly drag them off the island and back to the ship, and they wept for days. We quickly set sail again--but now we were so off-course that we had passed the realm of our knowledge. We did not know of the strange and mysterious isles that awaited us, far more deadly than the one we were leaving.

"We cheered when we came into view of a small chain of islands. We headed for the nearest one, which appeared lush with vegetation. If only we had known the danger and misery that awaited us there..."

What happened to Odysseus and his crew on this mysterious island? Tune in next time for Part 4 of Homer's The Odyssey to find out!

Like the myth of Hades and Persephone? I'm working on a novelization of it. If you're interested in reading my version, you can read it at: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3024514/1/He_Whose_Throne_is_Darkness

Musings on Muses

Hey guys, RJ here. Decided to write a post myself, seeing as Megan's been doing all the talking around here. While Meg has been telling stories about heroes and gods, I'm probably going to be sticking to monsters and deities. Is that a little more difficult? Yes. Is it still going to be fun? Yes. So here it is: An Intro to the Muses.

The Muses were nine women who were said to literally be inspiration. Not the goddesses of inspiration, but inspiration itself. The Muses were not only the source of human knowledge, but the lifeblood of art. Each Muse had a specific art form attributed to them. For example, Polyhymnia was the inspiration for choral songs (the word hymn derives from her name), Thalia the Muse of comedy (I find it ironic that Rick Riordan named a punk, cold daughter of Zeus after the goddess of comedy), and Terpsichore (love that name) had domain over dance.

The word 'muse' in the English language means to meditate upon or to think about reflectively. Alternately, it can be to comment on something thoughtfully, something you see a lot on blog descriptions (musings on [topic] like ours). The most obvious example of the Muses' influence on our lingo is in 'music' one of the Greeks' favorite art forms. In fact, it's fitting that my all-time favorite band is the English
alternative rock band Muse.

The Muses are that little idea that you get while brainstorming, the spark of inspiration that could lead to anything from a novel to a scientific discovery. This itself says a lot about Greek culture. As Meg so eloquently put it, it shows the Greeks considered art so special and incredible that it could only be divinely inspired. The thing that really sets the Greeks apart from the Romans is the fact that they looked at culture in a much richer fashion, as a meeting ground between humanity and divinity. The Romans simply liked power, which I can respect, but what the Greeks valued is what makes me like them so much.

The Muses' power was not limited to the fine arts. Clio was the goddess of history, inspiring the great myth writers and historians to record events in the past and present. Urania was the goddess of astronomy. A little specific? Yes. But with her symbols a globe and compass, I'm going to hazard a guess that she had a hand in cartography, the art of making maps. She is always depicted looking toward the heavens, her name literally meaning 'heavens' and she can predict the future by the alignment of the stars. Yes, even horoscope writers have a Muse.

The Muses also represent human knowledge. In a way they are one of the most prominent bridges between the gods and the Earth, aside from demigods. They leak knowledge from the divine to the human, and kindle in them a passion to share it with the world. They are a bit like Prometheus bringing fire to the human race, but a little more... legal. Being divine themselves, they understand how much the human race can and can't handle.

For reference, here are short summaries of each of the nine Muses' functions and symbols.

Calliope
Occupation: Muse of epic poetry
Emblem: Writing tablet
Bio: Calliope, meaning "beautiful voice," was the daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne. Being the Muse of epic poetry, and was said to be Homer's Muse, inspiring the Iliad and the Odyssey. Her sons were Linus, the inventor of melody and rythmn, and Orpheus, the great musician, and one of the few heroes ever to escape the Underworld. Calliope is considered to be the wisest of the Muses.

Clio
Occupation: Muse of history
Emblem: Scrolls
Bio: Clio, meaning "recount" or "make famous," is the inspiration of historians. Like historians, Clio was not famous herself, but was rather the one making others famous.

Erato
Occupation: Muse of love poetry
Emblem: Cithara (similar to a lyre)
Bio: Erato, meaning "desired" or "lovely," was the muse of love poetry and, as the name suggests, erotic poetry. According to one legend, her supposed tomb on the island of Samos was a pilgrimage site for star-crossed lovers.

Euterpe
Occupation: Muse of song
Emblem: Aulos (similar to a flute)
Bio: Euterpe, meaning "rejoicing" or "bringer of delight," was given the role of the Muse of Music. She was also accredited to lyric poetry in Classical times, making her one of the biggest outlets of creative energy today.

Melpomene
Occupation: Muse of tragedy
Emblem: Tragic mask (the frowny one in the theatre symbol)
Bio: Melpomene, meaning "melodious," is known best to be the Muse of tragic theatre, though was originally the Muse of singing, hence the name. Her realm is the inspiration on the dark half of theatre, her counterpart being Thalia, Muse of comic theatre. It was customary to invoke her favor at the beginning of a tragic play.

Polyhymnia
Occupation: Muse of hymns
Emblem: Veil
Bio: Polyhymnia, meaning "many hymns," was is a pensive Muse whose mysterious power was of sacred literature and hymn. Polyhymnia is a character sometimes used in popular culture. A fun fact is that Madeline L'Engle named her fictional character Polly O'Keefe loosely after the Muse Polyhymnia.

Terpsichore
Occupation: Muse of Dance
Emblem: Lyre
Bio: Terpsichore, meaning "delight in dancing," is the Muse of dance and dramatic chorus. She is depicted playing background music with a lyre for a chorus, and is the mother of the Sirens in some myths.

Thalia
Occupation: Muse of comic theatre
Emblem: Comic mask (the smiley one)
Bio: Thalia, meaning "to flourish," is the Muse of comedy. A common Muse nowadays, Thalia is portrayed wearing a crown of ivy and holding an actor's trumpet, which was used to amplify actors' voices.

Urania
Occupation: Muse of Astronomy
Emblem: Globe and Compass
Bio: (see above section on Urania)



As you can see, the Greeks emphasized art in the fullest, with many songs and poems asking for the help of the Muses in their lyrics or their verse. If the gods really have moved with the West, nowadays' Muses are in movies, art, architecture, and music (though I don't think Justin Beiber got the proper intercession. Poor guy.)

See ya guys later, hope you liked my first attempt at describing myths to you. Have good summers,
RJ

The Odyssey: Part 2--Poseidon's Wrath

Previously on The Odyssey: Odysseus, finally freed from the bondage of his temptation, leaves the sea-nymph Calypso on a raft she gave him, not knowing where it will take him.

All Odysseus could see for miles was an empty stretch of blue. Calypso had given him food and water for the journey--as well as the assurance that the magic raft would take him to the nearest dry land--but days had gone by without a glimpse of life. Still, he had endured much worse than this, and despite his doubts betrayed not a hint of fear.

Odysseus was a handsome middle-aged man, remarkably clever and resourceful, with a shrewd face and powerfully built. His survival he attributed mainly to his cunning and craft, which had gotten him out of countless hopeless situations--a trait that had caught the attention of the goddess of wisdom, Athena. He had been trapped for seven years on Ogygia--could perhaps his current freedom be Athena's doing?

Just then, Odysseus glimpsed something on the horizon. A blurry, faraway patch of green: land!

As he approached it, Odysseus could see that it was an island--he could even make out some man-made stone structures. Thank the gods, civilization at last! And yet... He had learned not to trust seemingly simple situations. There was no way that he could just land his raft without the slightest difficulty--surely, some sort of complication would arise.

A rumbling sound behind him confirmed his pessimistic prediction. Turning around, he saw a figure rising from the sea--a terrible bearded man the size of the Colossus, his face fierce and vengeful, carrying a three-pronged spear in one hand.

Oh, gods--Poseidon's caught up with me! Odysseus thought, paddling the raft furiously, trying to think fast.

The god of the sea slapped the water with the Trident and created a massive tidal wave--headed straight for Odysseus. There was nothing he could do--his raft was crushed like a twig and he himself was swept away by the tempest. His last thought before the wall of water crashed over him was a desperate plea to Athena and Zeus--they had protected him this far, hadn't they?

The next thing Odysseus knew, he was waking up on a beach, calmer waves lapping over him. Every inch of him was sore, but he was still alive. At first, he was sure his journey had all been a dream, and that he was waking up back on Ogygia, because a pretty young woman was standing over him, trying to rouse him.

But his eyes focused, and he saw that it was a completely different girl.
"My name is Nausicaa," she said. "The goddess Athena told me in a dream that I should come to the shore today--and I found you here. Are you alright, sir? Can you hear me?"

Relieved, he assured her that, though he was a bit worse for wear, he was alright.

"Where did you come from? There is no ship in sight."
"I had a ship...a long time ago...the whole crew is lost but me. I took a raft here."
"You poor man," the girl said kindly. "Let me take you home with me. My mother and father will show you hospitality, I am sure."

And so Nausicaa brought Odysseus to her father's house, gave him fresh clothes and a place to rest, and invited him to the banquet that night. Her parents received him graciously, without once asking for his name. It was a relief to Odysseus to forget about his troubles and his past for a time.

At dinner, however, a minstrel began to perform some narratives about the Trojan War, and all of painful memories began to resurface. He tried to listen indifferently, but it was difficult. Demodocus, the blind singer, told a tale of a brave hero from Greece, the brilliant man who had come up with the Trojan Horse. The Trojans had been winning the war, and the Greeks had needed something to tip the balance in their favor, so this clever hero had decided to use the Trojans' arrogance against them.


They would construct an enormous wooden horse and wheel it to the gates of the city. The Trojans would think it was a gift from the gods to show their favoritism, or else a peace offering from the terrified Greeks. They would bring it inside the city gates, and throw a lavish party in celebration. When everyone slept soundly after their drunken carousing, the horse--which was, in fact, hollow and filled with Greek soldiers--would open, and the Greeks would take the city of Troy. The plan worked, and Troy fell.

That hero's name was Odysseus.

Eventually, Odysseus could bear it no longer. He could not listen to the story while pretending to be unaffected by it. He admitted to his company that he was, in fact, Odysseus himself. The party was astonished--for most had presumed him dead after all these years missing in action--and asked him how in Hades he could have found himself all the way here on the isle of Scherie.

"My raft was wrecked by Poseidon," Odysseus explained. "He has a bit of a grudge against me, you see."

This, of course, only piqued their interest further. What could a mortal man have done to earn the ire of Poseidon? And why hadn't he made it home, nearly ten years after the Trojan War had ended?

"Well...that's a bit of a long story."

How DID Odysseus come to be so far away from home and in such a mess, anyway? Tune in next time for the third installment of The Odyssey (Abridged and Severely Paraphrased) to hear Odysseus tell his tale of adventure and woe from the very beginning.

Pts. 11, 12, 13, and 14 of PJO: The Lightning Thief

Shmallo!
We had almost forgotten that this blog was about audiobooks! We were just having a little too much fun with the Greek myths to remember to post parts up here. Due to laziness, we decided to post 4 in one entry, seeing as our channel is already on Part 19. Also, remember to take a look-see at it for a Red Pyramid audiobook (link in the description).

Pt. 11: So here we bring you Part 11 of Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief. In this chapter (8), Percy finds out who he really is.

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The Odyssey: Part 1--Calypso's Island

Greetings, fellow mythology lovers! We are about to embark on an epic quest--a journey through the story of Odysseus, a mortal beloved by Athena, and his long travel home from Troy. We will encounter vicious monsters, magic spells, the wrath of gods, and the temptation of beautiful women. Will Odysseus ever make it home to his dear Penelope in one piece? There's only one way to find out: let's dive into Homer's The Odyssey!

Because this is such a long and convoluted story, I'm going to tell it in parts--and the tale itself is structured kind of episodically anyway--and it'll be more of an abridged version. The epic poem is attributed to a blind wandering poet named Homer (all Greek myths began as oral traditions, which is why there are varying accounts of them), who also wrote The Iliad--The Odyssey is, in fact, the sequel to The Iliad, which recounts the tale of the Trojan War.

I hope you enjoy our retelling of this tale--peppered with romance, adventure, and daring heroism--though of course, I am no Homer, and I do recommend reading at least parts of the real Odyssey yourself (most translations are easier to read than Shakespeare or Beowulf, while still preserving some pretty poetic language).

Our story begins on a peaceful island in the Mediterranean called Ogygia (oh-JEE-jee-uh). The pristine beach was of white sand; the sparkling sea was empty as far as the eye could see. A beautiful Nereid named Calypso, who had soft eyes and a kind face, was singing softly and tending to her garden beside the cave she lived in. Suddenly, looking up, she saw something flying across the horizon, skimming the clear water, towards her little island. Was it a bird? No. Shading her eyes, she realized it was the god Hermes, come to visit her.

She smiled and welcomed him to her home, offering him ambrosia and nectar after his long journey from Olympus, happy to see a friendly face. Calypso, being a Titan's daughter, was banished to this island, and--idyllic and peaceful as it was--she was lonely.

Hermes, however, was not there for a social call, but had a message for her from Zeus.

"Zeus knows that you keep Odysseus here, Calypso, and he sent me to tell you that you must let him go."

Calypso, flushing, insisted that she had never prevented Odysseus from leaving if he wanted to, that he was not a prisoner. Hermes sympathized with her loneliness--Calypso had such a softness to her that it was difficult not to feel sorry for her--but reiterated that Odysseus had a journey to complete, and a family to return to, a family that believed him to be dead.

Calypso thought back to the day that a handsome but battered-looking man had washed up on the shore of her island. His ship was destroyed, and his crew lost at sea, and she had nursed him back to health. He was remarkably clever, and a fearless soldier who had clearly endured many trials--things he did not speak of, and she dared not ask him about. She had not expected, however, to fall in love with him. Though it was true that she had never forced Odysseus to stay with her, she feared the day that he would gather enough resolve to leave her. Every night, he would succumb to her charms and lie with her--and every morning, weep with remorse and regret. This had gone on for seven years.

She knew, however, that no matter how attracted to her Odysseus might be, he pined for his home and his family more. Every so often, he would seem to look right past her and see her instead: Penelope, his wife. Calpyso sighed. She knew it was Penelope that Odysseus truly loved and belonged to.

Hermes seemed to understand the conclusion she had come to. "If you truly love him, Calypso," he said, "you will let him go. It is not his destiny to be with you forever."

Reluctantly, with tears in her eyes, she agreed. With her magic, she created a raft that would see Odysseus safely to dry land. She knew that once he left this island, he could never find it again--but that was as it should be. Assured that Calpyso was resolved on following Zeus's command, Hermes left.

Odysseus left Ogygia with a conflicted heart, sailing towards the vast horizon not knowing when or where he might alight. But, though Calpyso watched him go from the shore, he did not look back.

Where will Odysseus land? How did he come to be so far from home, with no ship or crew? Tune in next time for the second installment of...THE ODYSSEY.

My Big Fat Greek Dictionary

In the romantic comedy My Big Fat Greek Wedding, much of the humor is derived from the father of the bride, whose pride in his Greek heritage is borderline fanatical. I don't know how accurate or inaccurate the film's portrayal of modern Greek culture is, but I do know that when the father insists that he can take any word and prove that its root is Greek, he's got a point.

English a curious language in that it's not really a language of one people so much as a composite of hundreds of other languages. Much of it is derived from Latin, but I'd say we owe at least a third of our words to Greece--sometimes specifically Greek mythology.

For instance, I already talked about the Narcissus and Echo myth, which gave us two common English words. Atlas, a word we use to refer to a large map, was the name of a Titan who was condemned to hold the entire world on his shoulders (hence the connection to geography). As my dear brother already mentioned, the nine Muses gave us the verb "muse" and of course the noun "music." The more common spelling of Kronos is "Cronus," from which we derive the words "chronology" and "chronological," which refer to the order of events, since Cronus had powers over time. From the love-god Eros, we get the word "erotic." Iris, the goddess of the rainbow, became the word for the colored part of the eye.

Here's a weird one: our English word "hermaphrodite" comes from the myth of Hermaphroditus, a son of Hermes. A young woman fell desperately in love with him, but he was pretty lukewarm towards her, so she clung to him and begged Aphrodite that she would never be seperated from him. Unfortunately, the gods granted her wish a little too literally, and they became one entity.

Nemesis was the goddess of retribution--sometimes interpreted as a goddess of revenge, and other times of justice, depending on your opinion--but now the word has come to mean a person that one regards as a rival or enemy.

Our words "panic" and "pandemonium" are references to the god of the wild, Pan, who had the power to create chaos with his call.

Stoicism was a Greek philosophy, a school of thought, but now it's mostly come to mean remaining fairly emotionless or showing little emotion. Hedonism was a philosophy that promoted the pursuit of pleasure, so when people say "hedonistic" now, they mean superficial and pleasure-seeking.

Ironically, the word "dyslexia" is also Greek, so Percy Jackson really does have Ancient Greece to blame for his learning disorders, haha.

Another weird one--"automaton" was the name of the mechanical giants that Hephaestus the blacksmith made, so the Ancient Greeks predicted robots.

A lot of prefixes and suffixes that we add to words are Greek, too--like "-opolis" means city (such as the word "metropolis"), and "-ocracy" or "-archy" means the word refers to a form of government or society ("aristocracy," "democracy," "oligarchy," "anarchy").

Some other words we owe to the Greeks: apostrophe, apathy, lethargy, academy, tragic, epiphany, orthodox, mathematics, agnostic, hygiene, myriad, dogma, diagnosis, semantics, character, didactic, irony, metaphor, cynical, protagonist, and angel.

Whew. And that's hardly a comprehensive list, it's just a basic overview of some common ones. If you want to spot any more words with Greek origins, anything with a "ph" instead of an "f" is probably Greek, and anything with the suffix "'-ology" is Greek for "study of..." The prefixes "mono-" ("one"), "a-" ("none") and "poly-" ("many") are also Greek: monotheist, polytheist, atheist, amoral, asexual, asymmetical, polygon, polygamy, and monogamy, just to name a few.

 Interestingly, one can notice that the kinds of words we adopted from them tend to be things we associate with Ancient Greece--learning, science, literature, theater, politics, and religion. Chances are, half the words you'll use in literature class will be Greek--synonym, antonym, homonym, syntax, diction, etc.

So, are there any other words or phrases with their origins in Greek mythology or language that I am forgetting? If you have anything else to add, I'd love to hear them.

One final thought for the day--I'd like to close with another My Big Fat Greek Wedding quote: "There are only two kinds of people in the world--those who are Greek, and everybody else who wishes they were Greek."

Hope everyone's having a lovely July, and to all my American readers, I hope you had a lovely Independence Day.
~Meg

Under the Sea...

Whew, it's been a long time! Sorry, guys, I did not mean to neglect the mythological world for so long, but work has been crazy.

But it's finally truly summer, and last weekend the family went to the beach for the first time of the season. (Blessed as we are to live in West Michigan, where the summers are hot and humid, and a myriad of lovely beaches are just an hour away, our family has always been part fish.) The night before that, Finding Nemo was on TV, and the song "Beyond the Sea" came on my Frank Sinatra Pandora channel. (Love that song. So classy.) At last, I had to conclude: Poseidon is stalking me.

Actually, I'm surprised (and fortunate) that a rip tide did not swallow me in Lake Michigan for practically skipping over this very-important Olympian--I mean, I gabbed on and on about Zeus and Hades, but Poseidon scarcely got a word in edgewise there. Granted, Lake Michigan is fresh water, so maybe it was outside the sea-god's jurisdiction, but...

Allow me to rectify this.

Poseidon is the middle child of Kronos and Rhea, brother of Zeus and Hades. The three of them being the most powerful of the gods, they are generally referred to as a trio since their powers represent the three aspects of the world besides the terrestrial earth itself (air, sea, and underground). When the three were divvying up the world after the Titan War, Poseidon was fairly satisfied with his lot, because he feels perfectly at home in the sea and gets a certain degree of autonomy from Zeus. The sea was very important to the Greeks, given that the country is composed mainly of coast and hundreds of tiny islands, so Poseidon was widely revered, and there are many statues and temples dedicated to him. (The Romans, on the other hand, were afraid of the sea and had a comparatively pitiful navy, so Neptune was generally avoided rather than invoked.)

The God of the Sea--sometimes called "Earthshaker" and "Stormbringer" because he is responsible for earthquakes and hurricanes--lives in a spectacular underwater palace decorated with shells, sunken treasure, and countless pearls. He usually appears as a bearded man holding a Trident, his three-pronged spear and symbol of power.
He is married to a mermaid named Amphitrite, but much like his younger brother he is not what you'd call husband of the year. Some famous heroes, such as Theseus (slayer of the Minotaur), Orion (the hunter), and more recently the plucky young Percy Jackson, are his children. Strangely enough, the Cyclopes, the one-eyed giants who work in Poseidon's underwater forges, are his children too--sometimes children of gods and nature spirits turn out a little...messed up.

This explains Poseidon's less-than-favorable involvement in The Odyssey. He is famous for his attempts to thwart the hero Odysseus in his journey through the Mediterranean, enraged that the mortal blinded his son, the Cyclops Polyphemus. Zeus, however, approved of Odysseus' action and protected him, because Polyphemus had broken the strict code of hospitality by betraying his own guest. This only added to the friction between Zeus and Poseidon.

Poseidon and Zeus, like many brothers who are close in age, are known for their rivalry. It's always a competition with them--who can have the most spectacular disasters, who can sleep with the most ladies... Both are known for their fiery tempers and obstinacy, but Poseidon I imagine to be a little less stern than his brother, a little more friendly. Poseidon, much like the sea itself, is a complicated and ever-changing god, sometimes cruel and vengeful, an unstoppable force, and sometimes benevolent and helpful.

Even more famous than his rivalry with Zeus, however, is his bitter enmity with Athena, the goddess of wisdom. The two of them are polar opposites, so their competition is truly a battle of philosophies: reason versus emotion, logic versus passion. Athena never allows her emotional reactions to get in the way of what needs to be done, and can make any sacrifice necessary to win, but Poseidon's strength and weakness lies in his capacity to feel. This epic, allegorical struggle between head and heart is evident in The Odyssey: Odysseus, being very clever, is taken under Athena's wing, while Poseidon constantly tries to delay his journey home.

But how did such a bitter rivalry begin, you ask? Well, how did the Capulets become so angry with the Montagues? Actually, the competition began when a great city in Greece was trying to decide on a godly patron, Poseidon or Athena. The two gods gave the city gifts--Poseidon, an intricate salt water fountain; Athena, the olive tree. Seeing how useful the olive tree would be (in fact, olive oil is what made Ancient Greece the richest civilzation of its time), the citizens triumphantly chose Athena as their protector, and named their city--Athens--after her.

This did not sit well with Poseidon, obviously. Later, in retaliation, he and his girlfriend Medusa snuck into Athena's temple as though it were a Lover's Lane. When Athena caught them, because she couldn't do anything directly to Poseidon, she cursed Medusa and her sisters by turning them into hideous beings, the Gorgons. Medusa became so ugly that all who looked on her would turn to stone.

Despite their differences, Poseidon and Athena did collaborate peacefully on one occasion, to make something truly spectacular: the chariot. Poseidon created horses out of the sea foam (and is therefore referred to as the Father of Horses), and Athena, always the inventor, created the chariot. A perfect combination!

To conclude, I've always liked Poseidon. Like the sea, he's sometimes a little hard to read, sometimes dangerous, sometimes friendly, essentially benevolent, and more deserving of respect than fear. I actually think the Greeks were on the right track with this view of the ocean--it is so vast and so powerful, and when humans fail to respect nature as they should and admit that it is more powerful than themselves, it can really bite them in the butt. So, go enjoy your summer, and remember to give the water some proper respect, or else Poseidon might send a rip tide after you for your impudence. Happy swimming!

Enjoy your week,
~Meg

Hades, Lord of the Shadows

Every once in a while, I get these weird fanatic obsessions about some book or movie or TV show, and it hijacks my daydreams for weeks at a time until it runs its course. It must have started when I discovered the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas a few days ago and I became an embarrassing fangirl (hey, don't judge), and now I have felt a weird pull towards Tim Burton movies and macabre topics in general this week. It's like a craving...an Edgar Allan Poe addiction...and a Hitchcock obsession... And then it hit me. It's divine inspiration, you silly!Hades, the God of the Dead, is obviously using his influence to point my thoughts towards the ghostly and the grim. He doesn't want to wait around for Halloween or something. He knows that he has my sympathy and respect, so he wants me to talk about him next.
So I shall.
Hades is the constantly misunderstood God of the Dead, who may have a ghostly realm and rather morbid interests, but is the farthest thing from evil. His parents are Rhea and Kronos, the titans, and he and his brothers, Zeus and Poseidon, are sort of a trio of power representing all aspects of the earth besides Gaia, the terrestrial earth itself: sea, sky, and underground.

Now, it often bothers me that his portrayal in popular culture is often skewed and prejudiced. Sometimes he is erroneously equated with the Devil, simply because his realm is underground, and his kingdom is misrepresented as Hell--but nothing could be more inaccurate. This was what vexed me the most about the Percy Jackson film adaptation--even more than the twelve-year-old protagonists suddenly becoming sixteen, or Grover's character randomly becoming a racial stereotype--Hades and his realm were both shown as evil and hellish, which it wasn't in the book. So everyone gets punished after they die, no matter what sort of life they led? Gosh. The Greek weren't that cynical!

True, he does punish evildoers, and they go to a place called the Fields of Punishment that is somewhat akin to the Christian concept of Hell. But he also rewards the just and the noble, and sends them to a blissful eternity in Elysium, the Greeks' Heaven. If a soul chooses to be reincarnated three times, and achieves Elysium all three times, then he or she is allowed an "all-access pass" to another, even more wonderful, part of Elysium: the Isles of the Blessed. Most people, however, are neither extremely good or extremely evil, and so their souls drift about in the nuetral Fields of Asphodel forever.

Does that sound Satanic or evil to you? All Hades does is make sure people get what they truly deserve--whatever that might be. He is devoted to justice--and that's more than I can say for Zeus or the other Olympians, who pursue fairly selfish interests and fail to see any kind of objective morality. Zeus is above his own rules. Poseidon's temper and emotions get in the way of his judgement. Aphrodite thinks that "love" can justify any wrong. And even the beloved Athena is more concerned about what is wise than what is right.

I guess justice is never popular, and Hades can come across as merciless and even cruel, because he is so unrelenting. But he is not without the capacity for empathy, as shown in the story of Orpheus. Orpheus was a talented musician that completely adored his wife, Eurydice. They lived in matrimonial bliss for some time, but one day, she was bitten by a poisonous snake and died. Orpheus, nearly mad with grief, descended to the Underworld to bring Eurydice back, and charmed his way past the guards (Charon the ferryman, Cerberus the dog, etc) with his enchanting music on the lyre. Finally, he reached Hades' palace. Persephone was moved by his tale of devotion and grief, and persuaded her husband to give Orpheus an audience. Orpheus began to play for them, a song that was a wordless expression of the love he felt, and the pain at losing his beloved--and Hades, the calculating ruler of darkness, wept.

Hades decided to show Orpheus pity, and said he would relinquish Eurydice's soul--on one condition: Orpheus must make his way through the tunnel to the world above without looking back to be sure that Eurydice was following him. He would need to trust the Lord of the Dead. Orpheus agreed to the terms and began to trek through the tunnel--but he couldn't hear his wife's footsteps. He forced himself to keep moving. Finally, just as he was about to break out into the sunlight, he couldn't bear it any longer, and he looked back to see if she was there--and Eurydice was dragged back to the Underworld, lost to him forever because of his lack of faith.
[In case you didn't know this before, in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's (or Philosopher's) Stone, the three-headed dog Fluffy is charmed to sleep with an enchanted harp, in order to slip past him to what he is guarding. Rowling knows her Greek mythology.]

When he received the Underworld as his domain after the Titan War, Hades was banished from the world above and the heavenly abode of the gods, Mount Olympus, except for one day out of the year: the Winter Solstice (just a few days before Christmas), the shortest day of the year which is almost in complete darkness.

Now, granted, I understand why the Olympians are not too crazy about having Hades at their family reunions. He is certainly a frightening being to behold, armed with the Helm of Darkness (a helmet that allows him to become invisible and to spread fear), with demons called the Furies as his minions and Cerberus, the vicious three-headed dog, as his pet. Hades always was the "different" one of the family, far more introverted and cold than his brothers. It's not that Hades doesn't feel emotions acutely, but he has far more control over his anger--instead of exploding, he lets it brew and fester into resentment for centuries. Ahem. A little passive-aggressive. But it's a refreshing change of pace from his melodramatic relatives.

Unlike his brothers, Hades is known only for his one romantic exploit, his beloved wife. I guess, because it is harder to move his heart, when he falls in love, he falls permanently. This situation just further shows that Hades is unchanging, resolute, unlike his brothers who are known for being ever-changing like the tides and the storms. Abducting the goddess of spring is the only selfish thing we ever really see Hades do, and, well, if you were that desperate and lonely, you might do something unwise too. I can understand, too, why he fell in love with her--though she has her mother's innocence and humility, she's also her father's daughter, and is therefore queenly and proud too. Hades probably had no trouble imagining her the Queen of the Underworld. And because Persephone was kept apart from the rest of the gods by her mother's sheltering, she could probably relate to his feeling of isolation.

Despite the shunning his relatives give him, Hades doesn't exist in a constant state of misery. He is extremely powerful, and has more autonomy than any of the gods--because he is so removed from Zeus' authority, he doesn't really have to answer to anybody. He owns all the riches under the earth. He has a magnificent palace in the Underworld, and an orchard that Persephone tends to in the winter. And I think it gives him personal satisfaction, knowing that he has integrity while his relatives have very little, although this probably also makes him bitter, witnessing their hypocrisy.

Besides the Helm of Darkness, Hades' symbols include the color black, shadows, skulls and spirits, and his dog, Cerberus.

The natural fear of Hades and what he stands has interesting psychological implications. Humans instinctively fear the dark, not because darkness is necessarily evil, but because it shrouds things from our vision--we fear what we don't know, and death is the very greatest chasm of the unknown. Just remember, there is nothing in the dark that wasn't there when the light was turned on. (That last bit is a little Twilight Zone quote for you.)

All in all, he might be intimidating and a bit unnerving, but Hades was literally given a bad lot in life when he and his brothers gambled for the domains of the world. It was his Fate to be an outcast.

Pt. 10 of PJO: The Lightning Thief

-RJ
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In this chapter, Annabeth shows Percy around the camp, and he finally starts to feel at home at Camp Half-Blood.

Part 10 (Chapter Seven). Please tell us what you think, rate, subscribe, and thanks for listening!

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Why the Greeks are Cooler than the Romans

Sorry I haven't updated in a while--college exams. :/ Ew. But now that those are all overwith, let's talk about important things, like dead ancient societies and their deities!

Every so often, I think I'm going to give a little tidbit about Romans-versus-Greeks. Now, it's true that the Romans had a superior army, that they were more united and less individualistic, that they did indeed defeat Greece and rule over them with a mighty empire for a very long time. Blah, blah, blah. I don't CARE if Rome conquered Greece, I still think Ancient Greece is cooler. Why? Roman government was relatively fascist--pretty similar to Sparta, actually, a city-state anomaly in Ancient Greece--and while I won't deny its lasting impact on modern civilization, they were somewhat unimaginative. Their more "sophisticated" city life was basically stolen from the Greeks--their architecture, with its arches and pillars, looks awfully familiar, does it not?
True, some of their technological advances were pretty amazing: the aqueducts that gave running water to all their cities was ingenius. But even then, we can't rightfully give them all the credit for our modern plumbing system, because thousands of years prior, the palace at Knossos, Crete had the world's first flushable toilet. (No joke!)

Rome tried to convince the world and themselves that they were not barbarians by showcasing their urban society: music, theater, gruesome gladiator fights to the death--wait, what? Yeah, they'd bring their kids like it was a sporting event, buy their roasted rats-on-a-stick as if they were hot dogs, and watch slaves fight to the death in creative ways. (Just in case you thought The Hunger Games actually invented that concept.) One thing that is cool, though, is that they'd sometimes plug up the arena, fill it with water, and have mock naval battles with small ships. Now that is pretty sweet, even I must admit.
Still, Rome's attempts at being a cultural mecca were kind of...desperate. They knew they could never live up to the sophistication of Greece's philosophy, music, art, and theater--so, instead of trying to stubbornly make their own thing, they just adopted Greece's. I guess that is a virtue, that when they saw someone else's ideas were better, they swallowed their pride and...plaigarized. Well, I guess I can't hate them for respecting Ancient Greece. They had the same gods watching over them, after all.

In fact, let's talk about the gods. Everyone knows that the Romans essentially stole the Greek gods, slapped some different names on them, and called it their own pantheon--I'll list as many as I can think of below. You'll notice that most of our planets are named after Roman gods, and you can probably guess why each of them seemed appropriate (Jupiter was the biggest planet, Neptune is blue, etc). Sometimes in old literature (say, Shakespeare) the names will be used interchangeably, so it's good to be familiar with both so that you understand the allusion.

But there are subtle differences between Roman and Greek religion. The Romans emphasized different aspects and traits of the gods, and emphasized some gods over others--and the differences are highly indicative of the cultural differences. It's quite interesting comparing the two. For instance, in Greek myths, Zeus and Jupiter are pretty similar--except when he's Zeus, the focus is often more on his romantic exploits, his rages and tantrums, his mistakes--his human side. But as Jupiter, he's generally a lot more stern and distant, much more of a responsible leader, and has better control over his human urges--he still has affairs, but there's that different nuance there, that he's more in control, it's merely an excercise of his godly privileges.

In comparing Pluto and Hades, the Romans had a little less dread for the God of the Dead--made mention of him in their literature and prayers, and made oaths by him more frequently--he was more respectable. Why? The Romans did not fear death the way the Greeks did. To the Romans, an honorable death was far more glorious than a long life--Elysium awaited a faithful soldier! Their devotion to Rome was more important than their own lives. While the Greeks did strongly believe in a blessed afterlife for heroes, and believed heroic deaths were noble, they liked their comfortable lives in the world above too much--they did not look forward to the Land of the Dead. Therefore, they avoided speaking his name except with euphemisms, and only the darkest cults made any sacrifices or altars to Hades. (Poor guy. :/ )

Ares, the Greek god of war, is a brutal, cruel god that the Greeks seem to have little respect for. But the Greeks adored Athena, their favorite, Athens' patron, the goddess of wisdom. She was the one they looked to in wartime, because she was an expert strategist--if she made a plan, it would not fail. The Greeks, clearly, valued brains over might. The very opposite is seen in the Roman pantheon: Mars, god of war, is their favorite and most important--and he is portrayed a little more positively. An important distinction is made: he is the god of a just war--not just violence for violence's sake. On the other hand, while Athena becomes Minerva and has her place in the Roman pantheon, she is more obscure, not nearly so important as to the Greeks. Obviously, the difference between their values is clear. Obedience to the State and devotion to Rome is much more important than intelligence or wisdom...I guess...

So you can see why I, a total Romantic, would prefer the passionate Greeks to the Romans. Both have their good and bad points, I admit, and my preference is obviously a matter of opinion. The Romans may have been more successful, but I think the Greeks were happier. So I guess it just depends on what you want more...

Here's a basic list of Greek gods and  their Roman names, just in case you run across them in a T.S. Eliot poem or something:
Zeus = Jupiter (occasionally, "Jove," which is where we get the word "jovial," which means to be "like Jove" but really refers to someone who is merry and boisterous)
Hera = Juno
Poseidon = Neptune
Hades = Pluto (the poor guy finally got a planet named after him and now it's been demoted...story of his life...)
Hermes = Mercury (we also have an English word "mercurial," which, though it literally means "like Mercury," it refers to someone who is always changing)
Kronos = Saturn
Ouranos (Kronos' father) = Uranus
Aphrodite = Venus
Ares = Mars
Artemis = Diana
Apollo = ...still Apollo, for some reason
Athena = Minerva (yes, this is where J.K. Rowling gets the professor Minerva McGonagall)
Persephone = Prosperpina
Demeter = Ceres (this is where we get our English word "cereal"!)
Hephaestus = Vulcan (I'm not even going to get into the Trekkies)
Dionysus = Bacchus
Hestia = Vesta
Eros = Cupid
Gaia (the Earth goddess) = Terra (this is where we get the word "terrestrial," meaning "pertaining to the earth," and "extraterrestrial," or "not of this earth")

So, what do you think? Am I being unfair to the Romans? Is there some accomplishment of theirs I am forgetting to mention? Which civilization do you prefer? I want to hear what you think.
Well, that's all I can think of for now, but if I remember more, you will be the first to know. Have a nice weekend, everybody!
~Meg

In Defense of Hera

After talking about Zeus last post, it seems only fair to next move on to his second-in-command, his partner, wife, and sister--Hera, Queen of the gods. As with Zeus, she is not a simple character, and your opinion of her somewhat depends on who you are.

She is the patroness and protector of marriage and family. No Greek wedding was complete without sacrifices and prayers to Hera. Naturally, women in Ancient Greece tended to be drawn to worshiping her, because she understood their woes.

Zeus was the poster child for infidelity. Hardly a Greek myth begins any other way besides, "So Zeus had a kid with this one mortal lady..." (generally in more poetic wording). Now, as I mentioned last week, he and Hera loved each other once, and it's hard to speculate the chicken-or-egg question: Did Hera become a nagging jealous wife because of her husband's behavior, or did Zeus start to cheat because his wife was nagging and suspicious? I guess either way the behavior of both parties perpetuated the cycle. Because Zeus cheated, Hera became angry. Because of Hera's anger, Zeus felt pushed away and turned to other women. Thus, it never ends.

That being said, Hera was legendary for her revenge plots. The problem is, she took out all her anger on the mortal women and demigod children instead of on her faithless husband--partially because he's the king of the gods and you don't want to mess with that, even when you're his wife. For instance, like I mentioned weeks ago, she tricked Semele into causing her own demise, and very nearly killed her unborn child, Dionysus. In some versions of the story, she later gave baby Dionysus some toys to play with that were actually magic artifacts that summoned the wrath of the titans--the infant wine god barely escaped with his life, thanks to his father.

Perhaps her most famous quest for vengeance, however, was against the hero Heracles (who for some reason is better known by his Roman name, Hercules. I guess it sounds cooler). She put a myriad of deadly obstacles in his path, both in his childhood and his adulthood, but he conquered them all.

It wasn't just demigod children that she punished. When Zeus commissioned a young nymph, Echo, to distract Hera (by incessant talking) from his latest exploit, Hera eventually saw through the plot and became enraged (surprise, surprise). She punished Echo by making her unable to speak, except to repeat other people's words. Sometimes, even to this day, you can hear Echo repeating you!

While you may or may not agree with this punishment, Echo suffered greatly for it. She tried desperately to win the love of Narcissus, a beatiful but outrageously arrogant young man, who rejected her very callously. Aphrodite was indignant at his cruelty and punished him by making him fall desperately in love with his own reflection (hence, from his name we get the English word "narcissistic," meaning utterly self-absorbed). Narcissus was so desperate to be with his own reflection that he dove into the river and drowned.

So obviously, Hera indirectly caused a great deal of grief. Besides being jealous and suspicious, quick-tempered like so many other members of her family, and very proud, she was in constant rivalry with Aphrodite and Athena. She, like Athena, was a chaste goddess (in her case, this meant being completely faithful to her undeserving husband, like a perfect Greek wife)--but she, like Aphrodite, was beautiful and alluring. One day, the three goddesses got into a heated argument about who was the most beautiful, and it ended up causing the Trojan War (more to come on that later).

But was she wholly bad? Of course not. I don't hate Hera, and I don't hate her husband, even though their actions sometimes frustrate or exasperate me. We cannot ignore that fact that she was compassionate and strong, that she looked after the mortals who pleased her. Yes, she held grudges pretty fiercely. Yes, she was proud--the peacock is her symbol because of this--but I believe that stemmed from deep-seated insecurity. After all, if she was so beautiful and so kind, why wasn't she enough for her husband? She had given him two (or three) children and stood by his side through all adversity. Why did he need anyone else? I think that probably hurt her a great deal.
I think Hera gets a bad reputation partially from the long tradition of unfaithful husbands in the ancient world, who resented Hera for cramping her husband's style. But seriously...is it unfair of her to expect him to change his ways now that he's married? If the wife were the unfaithful one, and the husband the jealous one, would we be reacting differently? Double. Standard.

And while you can argue about whether her reaction was proportional to the crime or not, I can't help but feel sorry for her. Anyone who has loved someone and felt alone in love knows the pain she suffers every day. Being in love and feeling like you're the only one is very lonely indeed. Also, I think it wounds her pride to have everyone in Olympus gossip about her philandering husband, and it's hard for her to hold her head up and keep her dignity when everybody knows the intimate details of her messy marriage.

Hera was a pretty strong character, too. There were times that she stood up to Zeus when it was important enough. For instance, when the gods, angry at Zeus's slump in leadership skills, decided to rebel and trap Zeus in his throne, Hera was the driving force behind the plot. She and Poseidon made their brother swear to be a more responsible leader before letting him out of the chair.

p.s. Did you know that the peacock has that curious pattern in its tail because Hera placed eyes in its feathers, to keep a lookout on Zeus? Also, Hera created Argus, a man literally covered in eyes, for the same purpose. (It is from this myth that J.K Rowling gets the name for Hogwarts' caretaker, Argus Filch!)

p.p.s. Hera still has plenty of influence in modern-day US, even among the non-Greek/pagan population. Her Roman name is Juno--remember that movie of the same name that came out a few years back with Ellen Page, about the teenage mom? Yeah, she's named after the patroness of motherhood for good reason. And it is still a tradition for weddings to happen in June, more than any other month--the month dedicated to Juno!

Zeus, My Apologies

Last night, almost exactly at midnight, I awoke to a massive thunderstorm. I'm usually not scared of storms--I love them--but last night was so loud, it was like cymbals clashing in my ears every five seconds. It was like the storms was right above my house. Even now, in the morning, there are iron-grey clouds overhead and great gusts of wind bending the trees. I haven't witnessed a thunderstorm like that in years, and I think I know the cause.

Alright, alright, Zeus, I get it! You're angry that I've talked about your relatives in great detail, but I've only discussed you when it pertained to someone else's story. Forgive me for my silly mortal foolishness. Obviously, the Lord of the Sky should be foremost in my thoughts and my blogging.

Gulp. So, um, here goes.


Zeus was the youngest child of Rhea and Kronos (also spelled Cronus, but I like the "K" spelling better), the King of the Titans. The titans ruled during the "Golden Age," so called because man was "innocent" and untainted by knowledge--much like Adam and Eve before they ate the forbidden fruit. But to call it a "golden" age is sheer propaganda, because humans lived like animals, hunting and gathering, scrounging for food, and Kronos kept them around to amuse himself. Tempests, hurricanes, earthquakes, and fires were uncontrollable and nearly constant. Basically, the world was a mess.

Kronos was a tyrant. Ancient Greek writers call him "wily" and "crafty," for good reason. He had overthrown his own father, Ouranos (the sky), at the urging of his mother Gaia (the earth). But he did not feel safe in his power, because he had heard a prophecy that one of his own children would overthrow him in much that same way. So every time one of his children was born, and Rhea showed him the child, Kronos devoured them. Hestia, Hades, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter--all of them were swallowed by the Titan Lord, just for existing. Being immortal deities, of course, they were not affected by his stomach acid and just kind of chilled out in his insides for years, growing up and hating their father. Ew.

Finally, when her youngest son was born, Rhea had had enough. She decided to save baby Zeus by tricking her husband into eating a rock instead (it was shaped like a baby and wrapped in a blanket, so he was fooled). Meanwhile, she spirited her infant away to an island off of Crete, where he was raised in secret. When he grew to manhood, Zeus forced Kronos to vomit up his siblings, and the six of them defeated the titans. The Cyclopes helped by forging the three brothers powerful weapons: Zeus, the lightning bolt; Poseidon, the trident; and Hades, the helm of darkness. They cast the titans into Tartarus, and tore their own father into a million pieces with his own scythe (a curved sword).

Now, there's no doubt that humans fared much better under Zeus's reign than Kronos's. To some degree, this was merely incidental--Zeus established order in nature and tamed the globe, taking control of storms and making the earth more suitable for farming in one place. It took him some time to see any value in humanity--he was rather angry with Prometheus for giving us fire, if you recall--but eventually he realized how much humanity adored him for making their lives less hellish. And really, how could he resist that kind of gratitude? Also, he realized how much nicer it was to have worshipers that weren't completely stupid, and to have society progress.

After that, Zeus started taking an interest in human affairs. He instituted certain rules--for instance, Zeus's hospitality rule: treat your guests as if they were gods come to earth, because they just might be. (This rule is particularly important in The Odyssey, when Polyphemus the Cyclops violates this duty of a host, much to Zeus's ire.)

Zeus's womanizing is legendary. Once upon a time, he seduced his sister Hera (note that familial relationships are much different for gods than for humans, so this isn't actually gross), who in turn felt so guilty afterwards that he promised to marry her. The Greeks tell us that their honeymoon lasted three centuries, so obviously they really loved each other at one time. They had two (or three, depending on your source) children together--Hebe, Ares (and Hephaestus). But eventually, Zeus's eyes began to wander... He had Persephone with Demeter, Hermes with Maia, Dionysus with a mortal woman, Semele; Apollo and Artemis, the Muses, Helen of Troy, Hercules, Perseus, the Graces...need I go on? Many stories center around Zeus's philandering and Hera's jealousy and vengeance.

Zeus is the chieftain of the gods, the mighty leader,  the ruler of Olympus and the god of storms. He is the bringer of thunder and lightning, and the majestice eagle is his symbol. He is proud, quick-tempered, and unforgiving, yet he is not incapable of human emotions. Generally, he is depicted with a bushy grey beard and in long white robes, either seated on a throne or striding forward with a lightning bolt. The Greeks both adored and feared Zeus, and made many magnificent temples and shrines to him.

....Do you think that great long post will please him? Hopefully it's good enough that my house won't get struck by lightning...

Have a great week!
~Meg

Pt. 9 of PJO: The Lightning Thief

Happy Saturday, viewers.

Here is yet another part of the Lightning Thief by the brilliant Mr. Riordan (I really wish it were pronounced REER-din instead of RY-er-din).

In this section,  Percy explores the camp and runs into some trouble with the bully, Clarisse. 

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Greek Values

When you're studying a particular society--its art, literature, history, mythology/religion, anything--you have to examine the cultural values in order to really understand it. Sorry to sound so much like a textbook, but I swear this'll get more interesting.

So a lot of people get really weirded out by Greek mythology because...well, take your pick of the reasons. Scandals galore? Check. Human-animal hybrids? Check. Crazy magic-science? Check. But we can't really look at the Greeks through the lens of American values, circa 2012--we can't expect people who lived thousands of years ago to have lived by our cultural norms. We have to apply their values to their stories--and then, some things start to make sense.

Take the Sophocles play Oedipus Rex, for instance. It's pretty disturbing. In fact, reader discretion is advised past this point. Baby Oedipus is abandoned by his parents and left to die of exposure, all because his father heard a prophecy that the baby would someday kill his father and marry his mother. Ugh. The parents, thinking they can prevent the prophecy from ever occurring, tie the kid's feet up and leave him to die in a field. However, unbeknownst to him, he is taken in by a peasant who feels sorry for him. Oedipus grows up and saves Thebes from the Sphynx's riddle, so he is feeling pretty clever. Little does he know, that guy he killed on the road who looked like a peasant was actually his father, the king. And little does he know, that cougar he married is actually his biological mother. He keeps trying to figure out why the gods are cursing Thebes with plagues, famine, and drought, since he doesn't know what they've done wrong. He spends the whole play trying to get to the truth.

When the truth finally comes out, however, Jocasta his mother/wife is so horrified that she hangs herself. His daughters are ruined forever, knowing nobody will ever marry them. And Oedipus blinds himself.

So...moral of the story? Americans might have trouble figuring out the point of all that melodrama. To the Greeks, however, the moral is obvious: you cannot outwit fate. You cannot outrun the gods. Apollo's oracle said this was going to happen--so it happened. There was no preventing it on anybody's part.

Also, Oedipus's (and his parents') fatal flaw was hubris--that's a very important Greek concept, so remember it--arrogance, believing (erroneously) that one is cleverer or stronger than the gods. Hubris is the downfall of many heroes in Greek myths because it's such an easy trap to fall into.

Finally, a bit of trivia: does anyone know the answer to the Sphynx's riddle, one of the oldest riddles in the world still surviving?
What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?
Post the answer if you know it, or figure it out!

Ciao!
~Meg

Pt. 8 of PJO: The Lightning Thief

Hey guys, Parte Siete is here! Siete = SEVEN.

actually, I just remembered that this is part eight! So Parte Ocho

In this section, Chiron explains the modernization of the gods.
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-luvthecheat

Pt. 7 of PJO: The Lightning Thief

Hey guys, sorry that I forgot about posting audiobook parts on here! Here is part 7 of Percy Jackson for your enjoyment.

In this section, Percy meets up with an old mentor, a god, and a new companion.

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Artemis (not Fowl) and Men

If you're Jewish, you might know that the date for Passover is determined by the full moon (since the Hebrew calendar is, I believe, lunar-based and therefore different every year). Correct me if I've got that wrong. But there were some massive, beautiful full moons last weekend if you took the time to notice outside your window.

In honor of the moon, I'd like to talk about Artemis today. Some traditions point to her as the patroness of the moon (although earlier there were a specific god and goddess for the sun and moon, Helios and Selene, that seem to have died out after a time because, well, they were kinda useless apart from being celestial bodies). Other than the moon, she was the goddess of the hunt and of unmarried women.

It was traditional for young Greek brides to make a sacrifice of a lock of hair to Artemis before the wedding ceremony--hoping to appease her as she left maidenhood behind, praying that Artemis would make that journey easier for her.

You might think it curious that Artemis would be the patroness of childbirth, given that she foreswore romantic love and marriage, and generally protects young maidens. The reason, however, is because her mother gave birth to her easily, but was having trouble delivering Apollo, so the infant goddess became her midwife and delivering her own twin. Gotta love Greek myth weirdness, huh?


Now, I know a lot of people really like Artemis--she was popular in Ancient Greek times, too--but I've never really been crazy about her. Sure, she's kind of badass with her archery skills, and she's supposed to be the nurterer of all things and the protector of innocent creatures, but I just don't see eye to eye with her when it comes to romantic love and men. There's nothing wrong with choosing to live a celibate life--I'm not knocking her for that--but to have such contempt for men in general seems a little unfair and like reverse-sexism. Also, I don't like her implication that, in order to be strong, feminist, and independent, you have to actively dislike men, and that you can't fall in love AND be a feminist. I mean, look at all the "strong" women in Greek mythology: Athena? Took a vow of chastity. Hestia? Took a vow of chastity. The Amazons? They have no use for men except procreation. Hera? Well, I guess she's an exception. And one could argue that Aphrodite is strong in her own way because she does, in fact, wield great power, just not in battle.

Now, I'm not saying that Artemis's viewpoint has no basis at all--I can understand why, in patriarchal Olympus, with all these testosterone-fueled heroes and a seriously philandering father, she would feel the need to break away from men a bit. But at least Athena collaborated with and became friends with men--because she knew she was their equal. Artemis seems to think she's BETTER.

To be fair, I am sort of exaggerating Artemis's opinions on men. For one thing, she really does love her twin brother, Apollo, even though they've got some healthy sibling rivalry. (They're always trying to one-up each other's archery skills.) She might feign disdain for him sometimes (he is kind of a playboy), but I think she feels pretty attached to him, and he to her.

In addition, even Artemis has to bow to love sometimes--or just once. Orion, a mortal hunter, one of the handsomest men in the world at that time, captured Artemis's attention. They were comrades, companions of the hunt, friends--and I feel that Artemis truly loved him, though in a gentler, less passionate way than so many of the gods fell in love. I can understand her affection for him because he respected her, showed her deference because she was a goddess, and didn't expect her to fall at his feet just because he's Orlando Bloom-esque. The accounts on this myth really vary depending on the source--some say it was just a platonic love, while others say they were truly in love, but most people agree it was not physically consummated, not even in a kiss. Artemis remained pure. Then Apollo (who had a weird jealousy at that time, probably feeling that no mere mortal was good enough for his sister, and that she shouldn't be with anyone anyways given her dedication to chastity) tricked her into killing Orion. He challenged her to an archery contest and said, "I bet you can't shoot that shape way out in the distance..." You can guess how that turned out.

I'm sure Artemis forgave him in the end, given that, well, you don't get to pick your family members, but it probably took a pretty long time. At least Orion got his own constellation, right? That tends to be the consolation when a mythical person's luck sucked. Anyways, Artemis's beloved hunter gets to watch over the night sky with her.

(Edit) There's a part in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, during the balcony scene, in which Romeo, weirdly desperate to make some sort of promise to Juliet, starts to swear his love by the moon. Juliet stops him and begs him not to--the reason she gives is that the moon is not constant, but ever shifting with the tides, but the real reason she doesn't want him swearing his love by Artemis' symbol is because she is virgin and foreswears romantic love. So, knowing your myths can help you better understand Shakespeare, and pretty much any other literary writer.
So what do you think of Artemis? Positive feminist heroine, or overzealous Amazon? Do you see her as cold and indifferent, or compassionate and nurturing? I'd like to hear your thoughts. One thing is certain: she, like many of the gods, is not simple or one-dimensional.

Snow? What the Heck?

Okay, remember how I was gushing about the 80 degree weather in March? Yeah, now it's April and snowing. Go figure.

I think I've figured out what happened, though: Hades and Persephone must have gotten into some domestic quarrel (Zeus only knows what about) back in March, she stormed out of the Underworld and went to stay with her mother a month earlier than usual, causing that weird heat wave. Now, of course, they've both had time apart to cool down and think, so they've realized what a silly argument it was, how childishly they behaved, etc. Hades isn't allowed upstairs except on the Winter Solstice, so Persephone went back to talk it out with him. The good news? Once they've kissed and made up, I imagine she'll come right back up to hastily undo this cold spell and give the mortals a nice harvest (and she'll be in a better mood, so we'll have a pleasant summer).

See, I can't be pissed about the snow when I imagine this as the cause--after all, I would feel bad too if I'd left my husband for six months without saying an affectionate good-bye (and sending your apology via Hermes just doesn't cut it), so I don't blame her.

Hope everyone had a nice Easter and/or Passover.
Meg

GREECE IS STILL ALIVE (At least in America! Not so sure about the geographical Greece being very alive....)

I TOTALLY WANT THESE SHOES!

Hermes' Awesome Flying kicks on the Goodyear logo

Prometheus getting tortured for bringing fire to Rockefeller Center

Prometheus bringing fire to Rockefeller Center

Hermes watching over the medical field with his caduceus

Hermes Rocks. No exceptions.

Pegasus appears in the Mobil logo

Pegasus also appears on cracked clay pots!

America's symbol also happens to be the animal of Zeus

Zeus's Eagle was a sign of great power. I think America liked that ;)

The Capitol building has a lot of Greek architecture present

I really wish this wasn't crumbling.

Hey folks. Hoppy Easter!

So I comprised here a couple of examples of where Greek influence bleeds into American culture. The gods claim to be "above those tiny mortals," but they can't help but keep nudging them to keep the old style alive. Greece certainly is not forgotten. It is still residing subliminally woven into modern civilization. The gods would never let themselves blend into the shadows. They're too vain.

My Apollo-gies for the weird formatting that happened to this post. I really don't understand why it's so stupid for me. Anywho, I hope you guys had a good Easter if you're Christian and a good... Passover... if you're Jewish. I feel kinda strange being so Pagan on Easter. Anyways, look for the gods inserting their symbols into our culture. Leave a comment if you found one of the many this that i missed :)

Actually, we are making a competition out of this little excercise! We want to see who can come up with the most examples of Greek influence in modern day! Not just in architecture and visible things, but modern literature and other such nonsense (no, you can't use Disney's Hercules, we've already used that one!). Be creative in your sources, links are appreciated!

So far we have only had one person post anything, so you better get cracking!

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-adios,

Hades/RJ/luvthecheat/Ryan