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Note 112: Prometheus Later

Trees? Titans. Silent? Sub- and super- sonic tuned
by branches sprouting trees in the sky, groves in the canopy.

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Note 111: L’Art, 2009, for The Collective Egg (@ElephantBird)

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
~Ezra Pound, L’Art, 1910

An oblate spheroid, from Indo-European *awi-
but does a white refer to it’s shell?
——————————>1535 Coverdale Job xxxix. 13
——————————>The Estrich when he hath layed his
——————————>egges vpon the grounde,
——————————>he bredeth them in the dust.
Giant birds gave way to lemurs, the
aviary has flown, but the primates live on
with ovaries hiding them from predators
and keeping them warm.

Which has egged me on to this, urged,
IE *ak-, as though with the eg(g)dge of a blade
while tempting me, as in Norse days and later
——————————>1330 R. Brunne Chron. (1810) 278
——————————>Þe clergi of Scotland egged þer kyng Jon.
to incite you to respect and protect
the mystical land of Madagascar.

Pindar Preferred

During all this time, over 50 years, I never read Pindar in Greek. Well, I didn’t take my first year of Greek until I was 24. But, damn, that was around 30 years ago. It’s about time I got off my ass. Oh, well, I put Pindar aside long ago, for two reasons, neither of them very good given my own orientation toward poetry. The first was the occasional subject matter of his odes. The Greeks loved sports, I don’t. But the Odes aren’t really so much about the sport. Also, Pindar makes it perfectly clear that he believes that the athlete and patron will only be known in the future because they were smart enough to hire a poet to sing their praises. But the flavor put me off long ago.

The other reason is my perception that Pindar’s language was inflated. I believe that I got some of this from Pound, but I’m not sure. If I did, I don’t remember where or when (probably long before I learned greek). The other source is translations. He IS a bit “flowery.” Flowery was not a Modernist ideal. Nor is it my ideal. On the other hand, the language is VERY highly controlled. It is not loose. And besides, it was written on spec.

I always thought I wanted to know the Greater Asclepiad in verse. Well, it is truly lovely. And now, Finally, I read a Pindar Ode in Greek and scanned the verse. Since I’m a linguistic weakling, I began with the Cambridge Greek and Latin Classics Pindar: Victory Odes. The selection and commentary by M. M. Willcock is designed to progress from easier to more difficult. Though I considered doing otherwise just out of pride, in the end I went with Olympian 11 because it’s the shortest (20 lines), because it’s the simplest (comes first in the selection) and because I like it. It’s also important to some critical debates about Pindar.

Because I didn’t want to steal Wilcock’s edition, and because it was easier, I used the open source Perseus edition of the poem for what appears below. First, the translation, which I include below to relieve the Perseus servers. The translation’s not mine, but from Perseus, I may translate it, though, later):

Olympian 11
For Hagesidamus of Western Locri Boys’ Boxing 476 B. C.

[1] There is a time when men’s need for winds is the greatest, and a time for waters from the sky, the rainy offspring of clouds. But when anyone is victorious through his toil, then honey-voiced odes [5] become the foundation for future fame, and a faithful pledge for great deeds of excellence. [7] This praise is dedicated to Olympian victors, without stint. My tongue wants to foster such themes; [10] but it is by the gift of a god that a man flourishes with a skillful mind, as with anything else. For the present rest assured, Hagesidamus son of Archestratus: for the sake of your boxing victory, [13] I shall loudly sing a sweet song, an adornment for your garland of golden olive, [15] while I honor the race of the Western Locrians. There, Muses, join in the victory-song; I shall pledge my word to you that we will find there a race that does not repel the stranger, or is inexperienced in fine deeds, but one that is wise and warlike too. For [20] neither the fiery fox nor loud-roaring lions change their nature.

But the music… I’m practicing reading this ode aloud in Greek. When I think it’s good enough, I’ll record it and put it up here. But for now, here’s a scanned version of the poem. The Greek alphabet is very easy, but if you prefer a transliteration, view the poem on perseus and set the “Greek Display” to “Latin Transliteration.” With that as a guide, you can see how the scansion works. The movement of the verse is divine even though they say that this isn’t one of his better poems metrically, though Willcock points out that the practice of the verse, though from later in the early period, is more like Pindar’s later work. Also, if you’re interested, there’s a good discussion by Nagy of Pindars meters. Above the poem is a key to the Dactylo-Epitrite meter used in the poem (blurry for now, but I’ll replace it later).

[caption id="attachment_302" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Pindar, 11th Olympian Ode"]Pindar, 11th Olympian Ode[/caption]

Redwood Fragment 404

Branches fuse to boles reach sky
reiterated beams the sun informs to burls
from dense silence sword ferns burst into Varied
Thrush’s song, sorrel afoot at the base
of the edge of a tree that fell
when Longchenpa or Dante breathed
from a seedling sprouted in the time
of Sophokles.

A breeze almost unheard
flutters red alder at the river.

Redwood Fragment 71

Rain of sperm, forest of eggs
hermaphrodite, monoecious, hexaploid
10,000,000 seeds one tree no wing
basal bud eruption dwelling near hearth
first hundred years in shade
burl mons pubis fecund sprout ring
killed in late youth resurrected multi-clone
12 feet thick at breast…