The Logos of Penelope
When my love tried to evade the oaths
that an unjust man had put upon him,
they at first pleaded, then threatened,
but he would not move a finger
And then they took my son, and threatened
that it would be his doing should my son die.
No fault of theirs, they claimed,
For only a madman would harm his own son.
Therefore my Odysseus had to join a mad journey
To snatch back a woman whose only crime was to love another.
He knew I would not wait serenely for him, and yet he went.
He knew I loved others, and would be loved by others.
But he knew, and he gave me the blessing
to hide that part that loved him away
and smile and curtsy at those who would demand
that their heirs would reign over my house.
I care for them not, for my husband shall return
and I shall not find my joy with those
that care nothing for me, merely the home
that he, and I, and ours have built.
So I shall find my desires quenched, but not as they pretend.
I shall sing my songs of love into another's ear,
but not one of the suitors who shall claim they know me shall speak truth.
For men often lie of such deeds to their fellows.
In the arms of one thought an ancient friend
I find some small recollection and scent
Of better times, without the scrutiny of the fortune hunters
or those that see all houses of women as a bawdy house.
A shroud I weave, and undo, work to busy the mind.
A dance that I've played many times, and only my loves understand.
For family, I've danced the steps they demanded,
But for my loves, the ones we agreed suit us best.
My child. My son. He will have love around him
and be raised to know the things we must not speak of.
For while his father fights the war, he has learned man's rules
Learned to fear them, learned to hate them.
The next war that comes will find no children of Odysseus to threaten.
for we have no children on Ithaka, merely servants and guests.
and think nothing of your threats against them.
For who would bear the heirs of madmen?
I shall serve my imposing guests dutifully, as befits my house.
But they shall find no welcome in my home or my chambers,
All that they take shall be reckoned, and their foul proposals remembered.
For I do not need a protector here, I need my love home.
His journey will be long, no matter what form it takes.
Let the stains and scores fall from him and let him be the hero I recall.
Let his heart beat upon my breast once more, and his arms enfold me
May his words echo in my ears whispered by some fair maid in memory.
Safe journeys, my love.
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Ok, this is where I get into my first MAJOR disagreement
with both Homer and Graves. BUT I have reason, and I'll explain.
Homer claims that Penelope was a faithful and dutiful wife who never cheated.
Graves on the Other hand, claims that she was a sacred Orgiastic prostitute who slept with ALL of the suitors giving birth to Pan. He justifies this myth by claiming that Penelope was a mother goddess priestess who was seduced by the Patriarchal Odysseus, and that her maintaining the house while he was gone was just the Natural order of things and that the suitors were merely other Patriarchal figures trying to end Mother Goddess worship.
I honestly find that conjecture to be completely full of shit because of the fact that Graves uses Roman sources which reference each OTHER to build that conjecture, and Romans were extremely fond of portraying their political opponents in the worst light possible. Aristophanes clearly refutes that claim eight centuries earlier in "Women in Assembly" by his specific reference of Penelope as the most faithful of wives of which there "Are none the like of these Days".
In addition, Pan has multiple origins in myth, most of which are fairly tame. A roman looking to spice up a stage show might resort to the exact same type of sweeps week crap that soap operas do, by having the faithful wife cheat on her husband.
Clearly marital fidelity was a MAJOR factor in all myths surrounding Penelope, Until the Romans jumped in. But... there's that ten year gap and it bugs the hell out of me. Especially Considering that Odysseus was unfaithful, and yet they were still reconciled.
So, I conjecture that they were a rare thing in ancient days. A truly equal couple. She kept things together, but he was the public face, Since Matriarchal lineage was still present in Athens at this time but there was a heavy push to install Patriarchal lineage.(According to Graves, primarily, BUT I also have reason to suspect this because of Antisthenes and the anecdote of his defending himself because his MOTHER was not an Athenian)
So yes, I believe that Penelope was faithful. In her own way. She didn't submit to any of the Patriarchal domination of her household, which would have occurred had she born a Patriarch's son. Which isn't to say she was chaste. But her reactions to her maids sleeping with the suitors suggests that the big issue here was one of power and sexual politics regarding property.
Now, that of course is the long version of my theory.
Short Version: Odysseus and Penelope had an agreement. They were very much in love in a very old fashioned way which Patriarchy was trying to stamp out.
Edit: I have been informed that my theory mirror Margaret Atwood's theories in "The Penelopiad"
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Graves and Homer
Looks like you found a place where Robert Graves decided to speculate -- a lot. (He didn't offer any direct evidence for this conjecture, did he?)
Here's unum grano salis to take that conjecture with:
Just to let you know: I've been reading each and every one of these, and am very impressed indeed! Excellent work, amice!
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Works of three Romans.
Penelope's line about "or those that see all houses of women as a bawdy house." Was a direct riposte to Graves' Conjecture.
I of course go with the theory that Romans had a big honking motive to slander the greatest heroes of Greece, and especially one who favored equality of the sexes.
I do not pretend I know what I do not know.
Much to be admired in today's poem, detroit; thank you ...
especially appreciate the universality of:
"A shroud I weave, and undo, work to busy the mind.
A dance that I've played many times, and only my loves understand.
But for my loves, the ones we agreed suit us best."
Hope you and the kids have a great day!
Thank you!
Edit: And forgive a writer his superstitions, for I failed to say a word of thanks to Penelope and the Muses for relaying her words. Thanks them all, and thanks to you for commenting.
I do not pretend I know what I do not know.
Thanks, detroit. In support of your theory, one needs to
consider that Odysseus is under the special care and protection of Athena, and hence Penelope too, especially insofar as she is the goddess of crafts and weaving as well as everything else. Their marriage bed is in part constructed from a living olive tree, sacred to, of course, Athena.
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Excellent point as well.
Thanks for support on my theory, which I have to admit is incredibly romantic, but at the same time, I like happy endings.
I do not pretend I know what I do not know.
Twenty years is a long time to wait
Not matter what happened ...she was still waiting. That's faithful regardless of the various implications. She was also pretty clever...not just for unraveling the burial shroud, but creating the challenge to string the bow and shoot an arrow through a dozen axe heads.
Praise to the muses and you tapping into their powers.
All the best!
“Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
Absolutely agreed.
I do not pretend I know what I do not know.