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Songs Of Love and Treachery

Last week we talked about Niobe, the tragic demigod daughter of Tantalus.  In Greek mythology, demigods were quite important aspects of the pantheon. Demigods were half god, half mortal and quite a few of them were heroes – the names of whom with which you would be instantly familiar – yet, not all of them were. Nevertheless, many of those greatly gifted and powerful beings were steeped in tragedy. (I did state before that the mythology is dark and tragic in most of its “lessons.” This tale is no exception, even though it holds at its heart the weight of true love and faithfulness.)

I’ve always held a great affinity for music.  I’ve written my fair share of lyrics and even done a bit of independent song-making (tragic though that effort may have been).  Still, I love all types and genres of music: rock, country, opera, bluegrass, rap, R&B, vocal standards, etc. If it’s good music, I enjoy it. Simple as that.

For this fact alone, I find myself drawn to a particular demigod of Greek mythology: Orpheus.

Orpheus was sort of unique in his parentage.  He was the son of Calliope, a Muse, and of Morpheus, the god of dreams. His mother, being a muse of song and epic poetry, taught her son all there was to know about music and the art of it all.  Orpheus became so well-known, in fact, that he was once acknowledged by Apollo, the god of the sun and prophecy*, who gifted the young man with a golden lyre. (A lyre is a small, harp-like instrument strummed with one hand while the fingers of the other silence the unwanted strings/notes. It is a confusing instrument and many organologists argue its classification.)

Orpheus became a master of the lyre and played it wherever he went, on quite a few journeys and adventures. The most famous of these journeys was probably his time spent with Jason and the Argonauts aboard the ship Argo, as they sought out the Golden Fleece. At one point in the journey, the Argo came dangerously close to the land of the Sirens (treacherous and lethal female creatures who lured sailors to their deaths with their gloriously beautiful voices) and the men of the crew were drawn by the Sirens’ song. A few of them leaped from the vessel and died in their efforts to reach the shore where the Sirens were. However, it was then that Orpheus began to play his lyre loud and strong, drowning out the Sirens’ voices long enough for the ship to finally escape.

Orpheus eventually met his match in Eurydice, a beautiful nymph with whom he fell madly and deeply in love.  In her, his heart was forever lost.  They were married in a gorgeous outdoor setting (she was a nymph, after all) with many bridesmaids livening up the ceremony.  Still, tragedy struck.  Almost immediately after the wedding ceremony was completed, Eurydice and her bridesmaids scampered into the woods and Eurydice was bitten by a poisonous serpent and died. Orpheus was devastated.

For days and days, the young man mourned the loss of his one true love, until he came upon a decision.  A desperate decision. He would travel into the Underworld and ask Hades and his beautiful queen, Persephone, to have Eurydice back.

Orpheus was nothing if not determined.  Love and heartbreak can drive the most timid of men into realms of danger into which they would never have otherwise ventured.  Orpheus followed through with his plan. He used his talent for song to tame the three-headed Cerberus, the dog-monster guardian of the gates of the Underworld, as well as the dark ferrier, Charon, and made his way right to the feet of Hades, himself, and Queen Persephone.

Orpheus played for them his most amazing and achingly beautiful song, one of eternal love.  So sweetly did he perform, so heartfelt was his song, that it brought the queen to tears. Persephone pleaded with Hades to let Orpheus take his love, Eurydice, back to the world above. Hades was also touched by the young man’s determination and agreed to allow him to take his young wife back with him…on one specific condition: Orpheus could not look at her until they both reached the light of the living world above.

Orpheus and Eurydice

Overjoyed and thrilled with this success, Orpheus began to lead his unseen wife to the surface, only to feel his heart overwhelmed with joy and longing to see his one true love once again.  He stole but a quick glance just as they reached the edge of the Underworld. He had forgotten that both of them needed to be in the light of the living, and his glance was one step too soon. Orpheus was shocked to see as Eurydice began to fade away, lost from him forever again.

 

Orpheus tried in futility to get Hades and Persephone to let him take Eurydice back, but they would no longer listen to him. His one chance to save his love, he had destroyed with a glance. He was beyond heartbroken and overcome with grief.

Now, remember, I forewarned you that many of these tales had horribly dark endings.  As if Orpheus’ story had not been tragic to this point, here is what happened next.

Orpheus came to disdain the worship of any god other than Apollo. One early morning, he headed up to the temple of Dionysus at Mount Pangaion in order to better salute his god (Apollo) at dawn.  This turned out to be a bad idea for several reasons. For one, Orpheus had spurned the love of any woman after he had lost his Eurydice; in fact, he eventually became known as the “first sodomite” since he took only young boys for lovers.

Now, Dionysus’ temple was guarded by the Maenads, Thracian women of less than stable psychology. Needless to say, they were quite upset with Orpheus for both dissing Dionysus as well as ignoring their advances.  At the sight of him, the Maenads began to throw rocks and sticks at him, only to have him play such sweet music that even those inanimate objects refused to strike him.  The girls lost it.  They attacked, screaming, and tore Orpheus apart, literally.

Maenads

Maenads

The good news was that his soul returned to the Underworld, finally reunited with his love, Eurydice.

So, you tell me, folks.  Would you risk/give your life for the one you love?

Think about that before you answer.  You may learn something from your thoughts alone.

Is that your final answer? You want to phone a friend?

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* – We meet Apollo in all his brilliant glory in the novels of my Progeny series, beginning with “The Weight Of Night.”

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Forever Wet With Tears

If there is one thing I’ve learned over the course of my research for my Progeny series of novels, it is that in the myths surrounding them, the Greek gods, goddesses and demigods are dark, brutal and rarely forgiving.

For the foreseeable future, in my “Wednesday Gods” blog posts, I will relate tales and takes on bits and pieces of Greek Mythology, as well as throwing in a little peripheral myth information.

Today’s story is one of the darkest I’ve found.  Prepare yourself.

Niobe

Tantalus was once a favored son of Zeus and was the king of the land of Sipylos.  He was, at one time, so favored that he was allowed to dine and share the food of the gods. However, he screwed that up royally when (for reasons no one could possibly decipher) he served the gods the dismembered body of his own son, Pelops. (I told you to prepare yourself… it gets worse.)

Tantalus was then punished by the gods, who “tantalized” him with food.  He was made to stand forever in a pool of water up to his neck, but whenever he bent to drink, the water would recede.  Luscious and bountiful fruit hung easily within his reach, but whenever he reached for it, the winds would blow the branches just beyond his grasp.

Niobe was the daughter of Tantalus and she inherited both the arrogance and the stupidity of her father.

She was a successful queen of Thebes and she was beautiful and bountiful.  Her greatest pride was her fourteen children, seven sons and seven daughters, all beautiful.

Niobe’s downfall came when the populace of her kingdom began worshiping Leto.  Leto was a goddess and a bride of Zeus; she was the mother of twins Apollo (the god of the sun and prophecy) and Artemis (the virgin goddess of the hunt).

Niobe informed her people that she was much more important than Leto. She noted that Leto bore only two children while she, Niobe, had borne fourteen. Leto was, of course, offended and hurt by this commentary and confided her hurt to her two children.  Gods are never forgiving.  Remember that.

Apollo and Artemis came across the sons of Niobe and, quicker than the youngsters could know what was happening, shot them all dead with their bows and arrows.

Niobe found her sons all dead and screamed out in anger and indignation at Leto, claiming she was still better than her since she still had seven beautiful daughters.  (Did these people never learn?)

Before she could even begin to grieve for her lost sons, her seven daughters were also dead.  Niobe’s screams finally ceased and she began to cry, in both grief and realization of her own fault in the deaths of her children.

Leto, for better or worse, supposedly turned Niobe into a rock, forever wet with tears.

I state “supposedly” because we will get a chance to hear the tale from her side when we meet Niobe in my next novel in the Progeny series, Red Tome.

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Our Wednesday entries were so-named for a reason.  Here is even more mythological (and historical) reference for our trivia-loving minds:

Originally astrology was practiced for millennia by the Mesopotamians. The practice of separating out the days as divisions of time based upon astrology was later brought into Hellenistic Egypt. It was the notion that there were seven celestial bodies which influenced the earth: the sun, the moon, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus and Saturn.

Somewhere around 321 A.D., Constantine the Great kind of inter-stitched that Hellenistic system onto the Roman calendar, hence we have the days like so: Diēs Sōlis, “Sun’s Day”; Diēs Lūnae, “Moon’s Day”; Diēs Martis, “Mars’s Day”; Diēs Mercuriī, “Mercury’s Day”; Diēs Jovis, “Jove’s Day” or “Jupiter’s Day”; Diēs Veneris, “Venus’s Day”; and Diēs Saturnī, “Saturn’s Day.”

Now, of course, once this system began making its way into the Germanic languages, i.e., Old English, those days then took on the Germanic gods’ names.  Therefore, we have:

  • Sunnandaeg, Sunday;
  • Mōnandaeg, Monday;
  • Tīwesdaeg, Tuesday (Tiu, like Mars, was a god of war);
  • Wōdnesdaeg, Wednesday (Woden, like Mercury, was quick and eloquent);
  • Thunresdaeg, Thursday (Thunor in Old English or Thor in Old Norse, like Jupiter, was lord of the sky; Old Norse
  • hōrsdagr influenced the English form);
  • Frīgedaeg, Friday (Frigg, like Venus, was the goddess of love); and
  • Saeternesdaeg, Saturday.

That, dear friends, is why today is Wednesday Gods day.

Trivia is the bane and crux of my existence (my Wife would state only the former).

Now, my question is: So, what good trivia do you have for me today?