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Showing posts with label Bacchus. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Dionysos and the Pirates

My translation of the Hymn is posted on the blog: Poetry on the Loose: The Homeric Hymn to Dionysos (williamseaton.blogspot.com).



    This story [1] is, in the most general terms, an epiphany. The god appears numinous, both frightening and fascinating [2] to the mortal. The frisson of a listener (for the hymn was surely oral whether or not it was in some way liturgical) experiencing a vicarious glimpse of the divine may have had something of the appeal of a science fiction or horror film today. The hymn has a handsome leading man, fast action, and impressive special effects, what with the cascading vines and materializing beasts, topped off with the sailors’ metamorphosis into dolphins.
     Moros is sometimes translated fate, but, considering that Hesiod deemed moros “hateful,” perhaps doom is a better translation. As the parthenogenetic son of Night, Moros carries dark associations, but then the Moirai (Fates) themselves, though euphemistically called the Parcae (“Sparers”) in Latin, are described as ugly hags, closely associated with mortality and with death. Their worship arose in Mycenaean cult practice and, even in later times, they generally seem to operate independently of the Olympians. A dying and reborn god imported from barbarian realms, Dionysos is an appropriate partner for these archaic powers.
     Further, the incident presents an illustration of the imponderable and sudden turns of the wheel of fortune. The captain is particularly brought low, the helmsman, who had been treated with disrespect is elevated, and the crew, anticipating a routine voyage, are suddenly cast into disaster.
     In this hymn’s first line, the god’s semi-mortal origins are highlighted. He is the son of Semele (also semi-divine) who is herself undone by her encounter with the fully divine, though Dionysos later rescued her from the underworld just as he himself was reborn after being torn to pieces by Titans. The affinities to figures like Osiris, Adonis, Attis, Tammuz, Asclepius, and Orpheus are clear. Surely, these cults as well as the Mysteries and Christianity were imported by ancient Romans seeking personal salvation. Dionysos invites believers to identify with him, even to become him in rites of enthusiasm and ecstatic possession.
     In this poem, though, his divine omnipotence is stressed. Though taken for mortal, the theophany is a markedly extraordinary human. Dionysos is youthful, well-dressed, strong and sexy, consistent with his role as a fertility deity. He is long-haired and probably beardless, the sort of representation that might be associated with his epithet Androgynous. He smiles (line 14) with profound confidence and works his will with cunning means.
     The incident may be considered, like the story of Pentheus, as a cautionary simple tale of retributive justice. With Dionysos pulling the strings, a moral reading is certainly present. The greedy pirates are punished, their ringleader first of all, and the virtuous helmsman is blessed. The sailors had been interested in a ransom, preceded, perhaps, by a bit of fun, but they found their egos chopped for grabbiness. Even after the miracle of the bonds falling away, their selfishness blinds them to the god’s power. Though warned, the captain will not listen. Those who in the end suffer dire consequences for their actions are offered opportunities to reconsider, but they persist in error. Like the moral reading of tragedy this is true but reductive. [3]
     When wine swamps the decks and an ambrosial scent arises, the men are paralyzed in awe. Foliage leaps forth from grapes and ivy, bursting with fruit and flowers in a wild excess of generative power, recalling other epithets of Dionysos: Phleon (luxuriant, said of foliage) and Auxites (giver of increase ). Then, however, the fierce beasts, the lion and bear, materialize, reminding the reader of the Dionysian predilection for homophagia, the eating of raw meat after sacrifice. [4] The vicious captain falls victim to the lion, while the crewmen become dolphins, animals regularly considered beneficent by the Greeks. [5] Their animal form then becomes a kind of purgatory where, by doing good services, they may expiate their guilt. Surely, these ordinary sailors bear a limited guilt, neither vicious like the captain nor as insightful and scrupulous as the helmsman. The latter appears as a sort of saving remnant, offering a better fate to the more pious individual.
     Violent though it be, the tale lacks the macabre horror of Pentheus’ end, but the interlacing of death with life is tight and consistent in myth. Even the Ikarios story of the introduction of Dionysos’ gift of wine includes murder, suicide, merciless revenge and the founding of a propitiatory festival to placate the angry deity. Dionysos Lysios means the Undoer, recalling Dionysos’ literal “undoing” in his being eaten and the tragic hero’s cry “I am undone!” as well as implying the Liberator, the one who frees humankind. [6]
     The poem concludes by noting that Dionysos’ aid is essential to the poet. Of course, the origins of the dithyramb, from which, according to Aristotle, tragedy developed were Dionysian, and all theater was offered to the god whose image was seated up front. For moderns, Dionysos corresponds to the unconscious from which arise metaphor and image. The worshipper’s loss of ego in the god is similar to the reader’s participation in the poet’s vision. And in modern times Dionysos has been the popular favorite in his contention with Apollo for the lyre. It is he to whom Nietzsche appeals for the punishment of his critics in his first dithyramb. [7]



1. References to the story also appear in Eur. (Cycl.11), Ovid (Met. iii. 582-691), Nonnus (Dion. xlv. 105-168). Briefer mentions in Apollodorus (iii. 5. 3), Hyginus (fab.134), poet. astron. ii. 17 (after the Naxica of Aglaosthenes), Seneca (Oed.449-466), and Nonnus (Dion. xliv. 240-249) Servius (on Verg. Aen.i. 67), Oppian (Hal. i. 650)]

2. The terms are Otto’s: mysterium tremendum, inspiring fear and trembling; and mysterium fascinans, the tendency to attract, fascinate and compel.

3. See my “Oedipus and the Meaning of Polysemy” (July 2011).

4. Dionysos is also called Aigobolos (goat-killer), Taurophagos (bull-eater), Bouphagos (cow-eater), Moschophagos (calf-eater), as well as Anthroporraistos (man-killer).

5. Apart from having rescued Arion, they were considered to guide ships. The very name of Delphi derives from Apollo’s arrival in dolphin form.

6. Still another of the god’s names is Eleuthereus (of freedom).

7. In “Dionysos Dithyrambs 1” Nietzsche describes being ridiculed as a foolish poet and imagines the “hot-hungry” god descending to avenge him by “tearing to pieces the god in man/ as well as the sheep in man,/ and laughing while tearing.”

The Homeric Hymn to Dionysos


Of Dionysos, Sem’le’s son, I sing, 
who came once, looking like a youth, atop 
a headland over fruitless sea, so fine! 
His lovely hair all down his neck, so dark! 
A purple cloak about his muscled frame! 
A well-benched fleet Tyrrhenian pirates’ ship 
came fast upon the wine-dark sea. Their fate 
was dark. On seeing him each nodded to the next, 
then they jumped out and right away they seized 
him, thrilled to force him up into their ship. 
 A son he seemed of god-groomed kings. They sought 
to tie him up with painful ropes – the bonds 
broke free, the withes fell altogether off 
his hands and feet. And still he smiling sat 
with deep dark eyes. At once the helmsman knew, 
cried out to all his comrade crew, and said, 
“Possessed! You’ve grabbed and bound some god who’s strong. 
No well-made ship can hold this one for long! 
For Zeus it is, Apollo with his silver-bow, 
or else Poseidon. He’s not like a man, 
not mortal but divine, Olympian. 
Come now, let’s put him out on this dark shore 
right now. Don’t touch him, or, irate, he’ll bring 
us grievous winds, and he’ll incite great storms.” 
That’s what he said. The captain then spoke back,
“You’re mad! Look to the breeze and hoist the sail! 
Haul on the ropes! And we’ll take care of him! 
He must be bound for Cyprus, Egypt, or 
the ends of earth or further yet. He’s sure to name 
his friends, admit his wealth, his kin. Some god 
has surely given him to us.” He spoke, 
then ordered mast and sail raised; wind filled 
the canvas; sailors pulled lines taut; but soon 
unfolded marvels on that ship, for first 
sweet fragrant wine swamped all the deck of that 
black ship. Ambrosial fragrance rose.  The crew
was seized with awe with what they saw.
Then sudden grapevines grew from highest sail, 
in clusters grapes hung down on every side. 
And then dark ivy twined about the mast, 
with blossoms bursting, lovely berries, too.
Each thole was wreathed about. On seeing this 
the crew called, “Helmsman, bring our ship to shore!” 
No god was high on deck; a lion fierce 
now loudly roared; he made also a bear 
with shaggy neck midship that glowered huge. 
Sure signs enough. The lion on the deck 
in fury glared. They fled back to the stern 
about the helmsman where they stood amazed 
in thought. The lion sprang, the captain fell.
The crewmen thought to flee dark fate and leapt
into the holy sea – what things they’d seen! – 
and dolphins they became. The helmsman, though, 
got mercy and was held and blessed with words: 
“Take heart, my man, for you are dear to me. 
Loud-shouting Dionysos is your friend 
whom Cadmus’ Sem’le bore in love with Zeus.” 
 I hail the fair-faced Sem’le’s son! Without 
your aid no one can weave sweet words in song.