Good morning and welcome to LLT121 Classical Mythology. Thank you for turning in your papers. When last we left off—this is going to be a short one—we were talking about how Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, was presented with a dilemma. If you’ll recall, at the very beginning of the Trojan War, all 1,000 ships of the Greek fleet were bottle up in the port city of Elis. They could not get out of the port because there was no wind. There was no wind because, as it turned out, the goddess Artemis was angry. Why? I don’t know that kind of a day. Agamemnon found out that he could get out of the city of Elis on one condition, if he offered his daughter Iphigenia as a sacrifice. Iphigenia, you will recall is one of the three children of Agamemnon and his loving wife Clytemnestra. To Agamemnon this was a no-brainer. To Agamemnon, obviously, he had to send for his daughter Iphigenia and sacrifice her so that he and his manly men and ships could get out of the port of Elis and kick Trojan you know what. Take Helen back, because, if he didn’t, Agamemnon would have been found lacking in aritae.
This is the first of two buzzwords I’m going to give you today. These are going to show up on all future examinations. Learn them, live them. Aritae is the ancient Greek word for virtue. Interestingly enough, aritae is the Greek word, the Latin virtue. Both are derived from the word for manliness. Today we think of virtue as the basic goodness of a person., the decency of a person, the number of times, maybe, if we had to measure it, you ever gave money to a charity, or helped a little old lady across the street, or let somebody out in front of you. To the ancient Greeks, especially the ancient Greeks of Homer's, time which includes Agamemnon and Menelaus and Odysseus and Achilles and all the jokers we’re going to be meeting in the next few discussions, aritae has nothing to do with how good of a person you are. Aritae can be measured by a number of things. First and foremost of which, is the number of times somebody messed with you and became mighty sorry about it. Aritae is the sort of thing that a man wins in wartime by killing people who mess with them. That is always the biggie, if you let somebody mess with you. If I let Mark put his feet up on my desk and I do not jerk the table out from underneath him, I have no aritae. I have no right to teach you anything. It can be measured in cities sacked, women carried off, cattle mutilated, and so on and so forth. Moreover, in order to have aritae, you have to brag about yourself all the time, because it’s no good for me to, say, sack the city of Kansas City, if I don’t tell you about it over and over again. It is not enough for me to kill Hector, I have to brag about it over and over again.
Closely tied to the concept of aritae is the concept of kleos. It is the Greek word for fame, repute, renown, whatever. You have already forgotten from our discussions of the ancient Greek afterlife, that to the Greeks of Homers time, the underworld is the boring, dull place. Where basically, you rattle around like a BB in a beer can with none of the pleasures afforded you during your lifetime by your body. It stinks. So the important thing is to go for all the gusto in life. As the Roman poet Horace was to say many years later, carpe diem, seize the day. Have as much fun as you can while you’re alive, because then you’re going to be dead and that is not much fun. The only thing left of a person who is dead, the soul, goes down to the underworld and has no fun. The body perishes in the fires in which your body is burned. The only thing left is your name, your reputation for all the aritae you have racked up. The important thing is to leave an eternal fame name. Kleos constitutes leaving behind something like man, that Achilles. He was a great Greek. Nobody ever messed with him. He carried off lots of women. He sacked lots of cities. Man was he great. That is the point. You don’t want people going around in the first century saying, “Ah, Achilles what a woosy.” Or, “Agamemnon wouldn’t even kill a worthless female child. They stole his brother’s woman and the wimp refused to kill his daughter.” Oh great.
These two are essential. It’s a no brainer for Agamemnon. In order to go off to Troy, kill lots of people, sack cities, that sort of junk, he has to kill his daughter. In order to win eternal fame for the mighty deeds he hopes to commit before the walls of Troy, thereby earning eternal kleos or fame, it’s a no brainer. He has to kill his daughter. So he kills his daughter. He and his men sail off to Troy. They do. So help me, they win oodles of kleos. Not to give it away or anything like that, but after a battle of ten years the Greeks finally wind up the Trojan horse, go in, trash the city of Troy, and come back with all the bootie. Interestingly ,part of Agamemnon’s bootie is the Trojan Princess, Cassandra. You may remember Cassandra as a lovely young woman for whom Apollo got the hots. Apollo said, “I’ll give you anything you want if you’ll get friendly with me Cassandra.” I’ll write her name down on the board. Cassandra said, “You got it, dude. I want the power of prophecy.” Apollo gives Cassandra the power of prophecy. Then Cassandra says, “I changed my mind. I’m not interested in any part of you.” So Apollo cannot take back the gift of prophecy, but what he could do to Cassandra was fix it so nobody ever believes her. So it came to be that Cassandra became a prophetess. She was always correct in her prophecies, and she was never believed. Among the other fine things that Cassandra is seen to be doing, she says things like, “Don’t bring that big, huge horse in, guys. It is chalk full of Greeks. Then the Greeks are going to jump out when we’re all asleep at night and kill us.” To which the Trojans responded, “Loosen up, Sandy. That will never happen.” Of course, it did happen. It’s all right, I told you I would give away the ending of the Trojan War. After the Greeks have won lots of aritae by killing Trojan men and sacking the city of Troy and carrying of their cattle and women, you will never guess who Agamemnon got to have as his slave wench, Cassandra. Agamemnon is sailing home to Mycenae to the embrace of his loving wife, Clytemnestra. They are riding in the boat together and Cassandra says to him, “Oh great king Agamemnon, I’m merely a slave woman, but don’t go walking on any red carpets, because Clytemnestra is angry that you killed your daughter all these years ago. I know for a fact that she’s going to kill you and then she’s going to kill me.” To which Agamemnon replies, “Loosen up, Sandy. It’s never going to happen. Clytemnestra misses me. She needs her stud muffin man.” So they get off the boat. So this is where one of the famous plays by the award-winning poet Aeschylus begins. His famous Orestaia trilogy begins with play number one, the Agamemnon. Play number two is the Libation Bearers, that is the sequel. Number three is the Kindly Ones.
Guess what? Cassandra was right. Agamemnon gets off the boat. He sees Clytemnestra, who, remember, has been running the city quite fine all by herself for the last ten years, much in the way that Rosy the Riveter did a wonderful job with the U.S. economy during the Second World War. She says, “Oh, honey, you look so studly. You smell pretty studly, too. Why don’t you come in and take a nice bath?” As Cassandra just rolls her eyes, Agamemnon walks up the red carpet. It’s important that the carpet be red, purplish red, the color, probably, of Farrah Lynn’s sweater. It’s probably that color, which is the color of royalty, and also the color of blood. Agamemnon probably thinks, “Ha, I’m royal. I’m the guy who kicked Trojan butt.” Clytemnestra is probably thinking, “Red, the color of the blood of our daughter that you killed ten years ago, you scumbag.” To Cassandra, who understands completely, probably, everything that is going on, red stand for the blood of Agamemnon and Iphigenia, of all the people who were killed in the Trojan War, and all of the people who are going to die in the future because of what happens next.
There is an excellent novel, by the way, by a woman named Marion Zimmer Bradley. I don’t remember the name of the novel itself. I don’t know if any of you do. It’s the Trojan War told from Cassandra’s viewpoint. It’s really a brilliant book. I wish I remembered the title. I read it so long ago. It’s great. It rules. At any rate, Agamemnon gets killed. Then they come out and kill Cassandra. Then, at the end of the play, this is figuratively speaking. Aeschylus didn’t write this. Clytemnestra and Aegisthus do a high five and say, “Good job, we did it.” The second play in this trilogy is known as the Libation Bearers. Because she knew she was going to die. It’s interesting. I don’t mean to make light of this, Crystal. It’s a wonderful question, but I just thought of it. Thank you for asking me this question, because I just now thought of it. So many people, when they read about the Oedipus, they discuss the Oedipus Rex. They say, “Why didn’t Oedipus, when he found out he was going to kill his father and marry his mother, why didn’t he just crawl up in a big ball and die?” I tried to make the point that we all have a life to live. Nobody really is convinced of his or her own fate. Maybe Cassandra has the right idea. “Oh darn. Here it comes. Kill me.” Boy, that is really happy isn’t it? That is the answer I can give you. In the Libation Bearers, this is a dynamic study in siblinghood, because Electra, the daughter of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra, wants to get revenge. You will recall that Clytemnestra has acquired bloodguilt by killing Agamemnon. Just as Agamemnon got bloodguilt by killing his daughter Iphigenia. No, because this represents the values of the time in, which Homer lives, Mark. I mean it’s good to kill lots and lots of people. Yeah, we have this dichotomy today, too. I mean, folks who have served in the armed forces tell me—I’m not making this up—that basically, once you’re in the armed forces. Let’s say you’ve joined the Army because it’s a great way to start. You are trained to be a killer, because, if you’re not a killer, you will get killed. You are trained to follow orders unthinkingly. If it necessitates killing somebody, you do it without even thinking. You do it enough times, you get promoted. I don’t mean to make light of this. Then the folks who have gone through this training, who have survived by killing other people, come back to civilian society, where there are no sergeant and lieutenants to give orders. The right answer then, is not to kill people.
It’s pretty tough but we still have this today. There’s miasma all over Clytemnestra. There’s miasma all over Aegisthus too. They’re just reeking with miasma. Electra would very happily kill them both, but there’s one problem. She’s a girl. Since Electra is female. Never mind that Clytemnestra is enough of a bad ass. Never mind that she’s Clytemnestra’s daughter. Clytemnestra is a killer. Electra is a chip off the old block. She loves her dad and hates her mom. She loves her dad and hates her mom. She would love to kill Clytemnestra and Aegisthus, but, no, she doesn’t want to do it, because she’s a girl. Not that that ever stopped her mom. So she bothers her brother, Orestes. Kill Clytemnestra and Aegisthus. It’s miasma time. They got too much miasma. Our dad, Agamemnon’s soul will never know any rest etc. Kill them. Orestes is torn, because, yeah killing Aegisthus, will be a pleasure, but killing your mom? I mean your mom killed your dad because your dad killed your sister. Is it right to kill your mom? Don’t bother tying your brain in and out thinking this out, because there is no good answer to that question.
Poor Orestes got Electra going off in his ear. The god Apollo kind of hints to him, “You probably should.” So Orestes goes and kills Clytemnestra and Aegisthus at the end of the play, thereby incurring miasma. We set the stage for number three. You may remember. No, you have undoubtedly forgotten from the beginning of the semester that the Furies are three goddesses who carry torches, who were born from the splash of the blood of the severed Uranus hitting the desert. It’s all right. I figured you would. Their main job is to punish people who kill their parents. Guess what Orestes has done? He killed his mother. Of course, he had a good reason for killing his mother. Number one, his mother killed his dad, but then you can say, the dad killed the sister. Number two, his sister told him to do it. That never cut any mustard when I was a kid. My sister told me to do it. So the Furies just drive poor Orestes bonkers. Apollo feels kind of bad and to make an interminable story short so we can get to the Trojan War, Apollo proposes that a trial be called. They invent the legal trial. They’re going to put Orestes on trial for killing his mom. The defense attorney will be Apollo, justifiable homicide. The prosecuting attorneys will be the team of Megaera, Alecto, and Tisiphone, the Furies. He killed his mother. That is bad. Anybody want to guess where the trial takes place. No, she said that already. Why? What god is the president of the court? You guys are starting to think like Greeks. The jury is made up of 500 Athenians. Guess what? At the end of the presentation, the vote is 250 to convict, 250 to acquit. You knew it was going to turn out this way. The president of the court. Did I ask who the president of the court was? Who is the president of the court? That famous goddess, Athena, has to decide, “Do we punish Orestes for killing his mom, or do we just say stop the insanity?” Athena votes to stop the insanity. She votes to acquit Orestes. Hooray! Hooray! On that note the play ends with a happy note like, “Wow! This miasma thing has finally come to an end.” We’re just going to say, “Orestes, it really wasn’t a good thing to do, but we forgive you anyway.” Great! Orestes gets married and gets bitten on the foot by a snake. Electra marries Orestes’s best friend and the end. The Kindly Ones, in recognition of the verdict the Furies change their name to the Kindly Ones. I wouldn’t go killing my parents if I were you, Mark.
Now the Trojan War. Sit right back and you’ll hear the tale of the Iliad that started when Helen ran off with a handsome Trojan lad. I have versus of versus of this written up on my computer somewhere. I’m not going to subject you to that. If you’ll recall from our last class, Helen ran off with Menelaus. Helen ran off from ancient Greece, which is over here, to ancient Troy, which is over here. Why did she do it, Heather? Moosehead, why did Helen run off with? Paris was promised the most beautiful girl in the world. What kind of excuse is that, Carrie? I deserved that one. No point beating that one to death. I can’t top that. Besides what’s love got to do with it. Oh, give me a better one. I didn’t mean to. That was just some filthy water. Don’t worry. Menelaus, as we’ve already discovered, runs to his big brother Agamemnon and says, “My wife Helen has been stolen by that bum Paris. Let’s go get her back.” Behold, the Trojan War begins. What is the cause of the Trojan War? Two viewpoints, one is Helen. Was it the judgment of Paris? Paris picked Aphrodite as the most beautiful and therefore won Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world, as his prize. Or was Helen just some lusty, zesty babe who decided to go home with the good looking dude, who happened not to be her husband. Or maybe it was Zeus exercising some population control. There are a number of theories. I want to begin by telling you the story of this poet by the name of Stesichorus, who was an ancient Greek poet living around 600 BC. He decided to write a poem about the causes of the Trojan War, which were in his mind Helen was a round-heeled, mattress-backed, promiscuous woman. It was kind of a rap song misogynistic kind of thing. All of a sudden Stesichorus woke up, only to find himself deprived of his sight. He had been stricken blind by Helen’s dad. Erika, who is Helen’s dad? Kristin, who is Helen’s dad? Have I taught you nothing? It was Zeus. Stesichorus woke up blind. He was blind but he wasn’t dumb. He figured out what happened. Immediately composed or dictated a poem about how Helen was really an irreproachable woman who was the victim of circumstances that, as a matter of fact, it wasn’t really Helen at all, but a blow up of Helen that went off to Troy with Paris. The real live Helen went off to ancient Egypt, where she remained for the entire Trojan War. Guess what? His eyesight came back and he didn’t write any more hateful poems about women for the rest of his life. So we will not diss Helen.
Let’s meet some of the players. On the ancient Greek side, the G team. How about those Packers? We have Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, his brother Menelaus, king of Sparta, Odysseus, the king of Ithaca. Supposedly, all the Greeks had sworn an oath at Helen’s wedding or before Helen’s wedding that, whichever lucky dog got to keep Helen—it turned out to be Menelaus—if anybody ever stole Helen, all the other Greek suitors would come by and take Helen back. Isn’t that sweet? One of them is Odysseus. We’re going to find out he’s also a draft dodger. Achilles the greatest of the Greek heroes, the one Greek who led the Greeks in aritae every year for 10 years. He got the most kleos. The poem, the Iliad, is not about the Trojan War. It’s just about how Achilles got mad and then got over it. 24 books, 342 pages and it only covers a few weeks in the tenth year of the war. Achilles doesn’t even have the grace to die at the end. No Trojan horse, no nothing. It is just Achilles suffering from an almost terminal case of arti manthano. The end.
Other great heroes that I feel like I should mention are Diomedes. He is a Greek, the best all-around hero. He is the best fighter and thinker. Achilles isn’t too smart. Diomedes, his claim to fame is he actually wounds the goddess Aphrodite in battle. Also, he wounds Ares. Well, no they had it coming. Let’s see. Who are some other really good ones? My favorite out of the whole bunch is Nestor. Nestor is about 200 years old, 300 years old, maybe. All we know in the ancient Greek is, he’s three generations of men old. That could be 33 years. It could be 100 years. It could be anywhere from 99 to 300, which is really old. Like all old people everywhere, what do old fogies like to talk about? They like to talk about the good old days. What it was like when they were young. Nestor talks for hours. When I’m reading the Iliad with students, I tell them, “When Nestor opens his mouth, do as the Greeks do. Sleep.” It’s not until you get really old that you can appreciate Nestor. When I feel like I want to share with you all the poignant stories of my own misspent youth back in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, I realize you don’t care anymore than anybody’s going to care about your youth. The older you get the more you appreciate Nestor. Nestor, I also think, is one of Homer’s favorite characters because, like Homer, Nestor is an old guy who talks too much about stuff that happened a long time ago. Keep in mind too… oh never mind we’ll get to that. I’ll start talking about Nestor, Nestor, Nestor.
One and only one guy volunteered to go off. He wanted to go. He really did want to go. It was Idomeneus the king of Crete. He wanted to go because, ha, ha, he was a Cretan. That’s pretty lame. I mean. I tell you all these hilarious jokes that you just look at me and you laugh at that one. Philoctetes is the mighty steersman. He’s the navigator of the whole expedition. His father, Peoas ,was the fellow who lit the funeral pyre of Hercules. XXX Because Philoctetes is dead Peoas lit the funeral pyre of Hercules. He got to have the bow of Hercules, which, unbeknownst to everybody, is needed to end the Trojan War. Nobody knows that. We’re going to get back to Philoctetes in a second. His nickname, for purposed of this class, will be Stink Foot. Another Trojan hero we should mention about is Ajax the Greater. He is this great big huge bulky guy who is pumped up. He’s got an IQ of about 73, but a good guy to have in your foxhole with you when the fecal matter hits the fan. Not too bright but he’s got the heart of a lion in him. He fights. You got to love the guy. He gives little pep talks from time to time. Guys, we got to win. Nobody laughs, because he could squeeze your head like a zit. Then there’s Ajax the Lesser, who is a little wimpy dude whom fights like a wimp with a bow and arrow.
To the ancient Greeks, fighting with a bow and arrow was wimpy. Real men picked up their sword and their shield and got in each other’s face. Anybody can shoot somebody else from afar. Persians can do that. The Greeks thought the Persians were such sissies that the Persians wore pants. Neoptolemus is the son of Achilles. He is also known as the wunderkind of war because, despite the fact that he’s just a little kid, he’s the guy who’s going to decapitate the king of Troy.
Now let us meet the T team, the Trojans. On the Trojan side, we have, of course, Paris. They’re really wild about Paris. They love Paris. Next time you want to bring a married woman home, would you tell us? Paris is the son of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy. Priam is really old. So was Hecuba. They have 100 kids. 50 sons and 50 daughters, not only were the men heroic in ancient Greek times. The women were even more heroic. The oldest and therefore best of these children is Hector, the heir to the throne. Actually, poor Priam is so old now. He’s kind of like Nestor. He just sits around and reminisces about when he was young and studly in his glory days. He lets Hector command the army. Hector, everybody loves Hector. Hector is someday going to be the king of Troy. He’s great. He’s the best fighter that the Trojans ever had. He’s married to a woman by the name of Andromache whose name, in ancient Greek, means manly battle. A popular name for little girls back in those days was manly battle. You can get an idea of Andromache’s personality. Her dad is a butt kicker. Her husband’s a butt kicker. Their little boy, Astyanax, is just a little baby, is going to be a big butt kicker, too. He is going to grow up to be a big warrior and he’s going to be the king of all Troy. Right now he’s just a little baby. He’s not going to live. He is going to be thrown off the walls of Troy after the Greeks sack Troy because they’re going to see this little baby. It’s a horrible joke. His name means lord of the city. What do they do? They pitch him off the walls after Troy has fallen because he’s the legitimate king of Troy, now that his dad and grandfather are dead.
Oh man, it gets worse. Another hero on the side of the Trojans is Aeneas, who is the son of a Trojan prince by the name of Anchises and the influential goddess Aphrodite. Remember how Aphrodite was bragging about how she could make everybody fall in love, even Zeus? Zeus and the other gods and goddesses decide, “We’ll mess with her. We’ll make her fall in love with a studly young shepherd.” The studly young shepherd was Anchises. They mingled in love and Aeneas is their kid. Aeneas is destined to make it out of Troy in one piece. Aeneas, later on, will found the award winning city of Rome, but not yet. Here’s the action. The Greeks set sail from the port of Aulis guided in a convoy by Philoctetes the navigator/steersman. On the island of Lemnos, Philoctetes is walking around. They’re pretty close to Troy. He gets bitten by a snake in the foot. A snake bites Philoctetes in the foot. He starts screaming and he does not stop screaming. Moreover the foot wound starts to get pretty stinky. They don’t want that coming to Troy with them. Besides they are practically all the way there. “I know. Let’s leave him on the island.” They ditch poor Philoctetes on the island with his wounded, stinky, foot and his bow of Hercules.
Here’s another story anecdote about how the ancient Greeks got to Troy. Supposedly, when they were rounding up all the heroes, Idomeneus volunteered. Odysseus didn’t want to go. Odysseus wanted to stay home with his wife, Penelope, to whom he was always faithful. In order to prove he was mad, see if you recognize this trick, this plot device. He started plowing his fields with salt to try to prove he was too insane to go off to war, much like Klinger, in that fine movie MASH, right? This is what they do. They take Odysseus’s little baby boy, Telemachus. This guy named Palamedes says, “I know what we’ll do.” They throw the little baby in front of the plow, figuring that if Odysseus is really nuts he’ll run over his kid. That’ll prove that he’s nuts. We better not take Odysseus. They figure, if he stops the plow and recognizes his little baby son, obviously he’s not nuts and he has to go to war. Well, you can guess what happens. He puts the plow in reverse, picks up his little baby boy. Then he has to hand the baby off to Penelope, because he’s got to go off and fight. “You’re not nuts. Get on the boat.”
The other draft dodger, so to speak, is Achilles. Remember that Achilles’s mom is the influential sea nymph, Thetis. She dipped him in the river Styx by his heel to make him invulnerable. She sent him off to the island of nubile teenage women. She dresses him up like a nubile teenage woman and sends him to this island. He’s dressed up in drag. He looks kind of silly. The boats come by for the Trojan War fleet. It’s got Odysseus on there. Odysseus is mad because he had to go, right? “Achilles, we know you’re there.” “No, I’m not. Just us girls.” Odysseus gets a clue.
This will be the end of our story today. Odysseus says, “It’s just us traders. He gets off the boat and he spreads out this huge table, right? On one end, most of it is girl stuff like little makeup compacts and hair scrunchies and rings and earring. On this end, there’s like a rocket launcher and an AK-47 and a small nuclear bomb. He says, “Come and get it girls.” All the girls who are really girls look at the scrunchies, earrings and all that stuff. The really tall, burly kind of dorky looking girl eases over and picks up the rocket launcher. At this point, Odysseus blows the mighty war horn and all the little girls grab a scrunchie and go running off to their house, except for the tall, burly, funny-looking girl. She picks up the rocket launcher. Odysseus says, “You’re not nuts, Achilles. Get on the boat. We’re all on the boat. We’ve ditched Philoctetes.” At the beginning of our next time period, we’re going to have inconclusive fighting for nine years. Then we will begin the Iliad. You’ve been a good class. See you next time.
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