phon-é is not phón-é So my name does not say “voice,” And no one listens to me. Not my father, Ungreat Zeus, who feels empowered to barter me away (Both the first time and the second) He who endorsed the rule that if I ate, I stayed Perverting the laws of hospitality And turning them to a curse. Zeus Xenios, what a lie. Not Hades, my uncle-husband, who showed me pretty jewels, indeed, But did not ask if I wanted them enough to stay eternally Or offer me a choice to come or leave But imprisoned me from love of my face and shape Without a thought of what might be my will. Not my mother, who has never questioned whether I desired to be always at her side Maiden, decorous, flower-bouquet for her to hold and display A fragrance for her to delight in Whatever I might want besides She was right to protest my capture But I should like to ask If she became so angry on my account Or on her own. No use to plant the question, when for me she has no ears. Then those two brats from Athens (Or the one was from some other city, it hardly matters which) Came believing they could steal me from the Underworld Such fools And worse believed it did not matter what I wanted or could do That I either would not or could not stop them Or have any say in the business of my unending life. A trinket to be fought for and won by mortal clods: They actually thought me that. “Wife,” said Hades, for he must ever grind that in, “Two human louts have come to abduct you And are even now roaming the caves in search of this throne-room, To find you and take you back with them.” While he described the inventive torments he meant for them to have in place of me, I thought more and more of what those men must have thought and felt. And grew a burning rage. Lava flows beneath the earth as well as rising through volcanoes. My hands gripped the sides of the onyx throne, and I looked at my chair here. Yes, this seemed right. Let them become what they thought me to be. I rose and left the throne-room, To set the trap for those two “heroes.” A bench prepared, bare stone, but made to look inviting And there the two mortals, weary from hopeless searching, sat And forgot everything. Memory will return if they simply rise, But there is no reason that they ever should. They have no thoughts with which to form an intent No will to carry one out No voice in which to ask for aid And none around who would give it. Let them sit. Their clothes may rot and fall away, but their bodies will not age or die And their minds shall forever be empty. And the longer they remain, the more the stone will cling to flesh For it should be a part of them Inseparable Till no one knows where they diverge Or can imagine one without the other. When Hades, uncle-husband, saw what I had done, His smile grew sour, cheated of the devious torments he had wanted to inflict, But he said only, “Ah well! This works too!” So there the two men sit, empty vases on a shelf To be looked at and amused by. While I sit full of other things.
Tag: patriarchy
Theseus and Peirithous (and Helen and Persephone)
Scene 1
[Setting: A luxurious but imposing room in the palace of Athens. Theseus reclines in a window-seat, gazing wistfully outside.]
[Enter Peirithous, swaggering.]
Peirithous: Theseus, well met!
Theseus: Perry! Figging awesome!
[Theseus jumps up and exchanges a secret handshake with Peirithous, ending with them wiggling hands at each other manfully.]
Peirithous: Thought I’d surprise you with a visit. What’re you up to?
Theseus: (sighs) I was looking out the window, thinking how lousy it is to be fifty years old.
Peirithous: I hear ya, man. Not like the old days, is it?
Theseus: No. No more beating up minotaurs, no more seducing pretty women and dumping them on islands, no more getting my dad killed by forgetting to change the sail, no more getting my son killed by calling on Poseidon to punish him for something he didn’t do; and Phaidra, the old tart, went and did herself in for accusing him. I mean, if you feel that bad about it, just don’t accuse him in the first place, am I right?
Peirithous: So right. But hey, what about that Amazon I helped you pick up that one time? She in the picture anywhere?
Theseus: Ugh! No, what a tiresome boar she turned into. Now don’t you believe any stories that say I stabbed her myself when her people came to get her! She was a pain but don’t let anybody tell you I had to fight her as an equal! No way! I just kicked her out and sent her back to Thema-whatsis.
Peirithous: Cool, man, it’s cool. So, like, that means you’re back to the single life, right? Me too.
Theseus: Hippodameia?
[Peirithous mimes cutting his throat with a finger.]
Theseus: Too bad, too bad.
Peirithous: Yeah, well, easy come, easy go.
Theseus: Yeah.
[The two men sigh and sit down.]
Peirithous: We should both get younger wives! A coupla hot babes that’ll make the other heroes jealous. What good is getting older if it doesn’t let you pick up chicks a third your age? They love the stability and wealth, you know.
Theseus: Too true. But you know what would be really awesome?
Peirithous: What?
Theseus: If we both got ourselves hitched to daughters of Zeus. How’s that for status?
Peirithous: Whoa. Hard-core, man.
Theseus: Well, hey, I’m a king, right? And Poseidon’s son, right?
Peirithous: Except for the dad you got killed with that sail thing.
Theseus: Details, details. Poseidon’s my father when it helps me. Anyway, daughters of Zeus, right? We’re worth it.
Peirithous: Yeah, but—who? I’m not stupid enough to go after Athena. (Please don’t strike me dead, Athena.)
Theseus: No, no, no! Not her, I mean like—
Peirithous: Helen!
Theseus: Helen?
Peirithous: Yeah, Leda’s daughter.
Theseus: Dude. She’s, like, seven years old.
Peirithous: Ten.
Theseus: Seven.
Peirithous: Ten! But either way, it doesn’t matter. She’s a daughter of Zeus, nobody’s claimed her yet, and she’s not gonna stay ten—
Theseus: Seven.
Peirithous:—ten forever. She’ll get older, we just have to put her aside a few years so she can age like a good wine.
Theseus: Y’know, you’re right.
Peirithous: When I’m right, I’m right.
Theseus: And you’re right! Let’s go get her.
[Exeunt.]
Scene 2
[Theseus and Peirithous enter, hot and sweaty, dropping armor on the floor beside the door.]
Theseus: Whooo, man, that sure was easy!
Peirithous: You know it! We still got it! But, well, ya gotta admit this was easier with her brothers out of town.
Theseus: Ffff! We’d’a licked em if they’d been there! They might be somebody someday, but right now they’re still just hatchlings compared to us! Did they ever take on a herd of raging centaurs and came out ahead?
Peirithous: Good times, man, good times! But speaking of hatchlings, whatta we do with Helen now that we’ve got her?
Theseus: Whadda you mean?
Peirithous: I mean, like, there’s one of her and two of us. She can’t marry us both.
Theseus: Oh, right.
[The two men sit and think for a time, each with his chin in one hand.]
Peirithous: I’ve got it! Wait, no. . . .
{The two men think slightly longer.]
Theseus: Oh! Of course! We’ll roll dice for her!
Peirithous: Dice? Okay, but . . . what about the one who loses? What does he get?
Theseus: I’m thinking, like, the loser gets to pick some other wife, and the winner helps him get her, no matter who it is.
Peirithous: But not Athena.
Theseus: Okay, not Athena.
Peirithous: Or Artemis.
Theseus: Yes, absolutely, not Artemis. (No offense, mighty Artemis, just honoring your maiden-tude.)
Peirithous: Well, fine. I’m in. Winner gets Helen, loser gets other hot chick of his choice.
Theseus: Agreed.
[Both men spit in their palms, turn their backs to each other, and shake hands forcefully in the space between them.]
Peirithous: (wiping hand on tunic) They do say Helen’s gonna be wicked gorgeous when she grows up.
Theseus: (laughing) Once her plumage comes in!
[Peirithous winces.]
[The two men get out Theseus’s nicest bone dice and sit on the floor and play.]
Theseus: I win! Helen is mine!
Peirithous: Aw, man.
Theseus: Tough figgies, dude. So, who’s your pick? Thought it out yet?
Peirithous: (rubbing chin) I’m thinking . . . Persephone.
Theseus: . . .
Peirithous: I hear she’s majorly cute. And she’s gotta be ready to break out of the underworld the rest of the year, right?
Theseus: whut
Peirithous: C’mon, man! She’s a daughter of Zeus too! And just think how much my people will save on crop labor, cause her mom’ll be greateful that her daughter’s not trapped below in Gloom-polis anymore.
Theseus: Dude. I was talking about mortal daughters of Zeus.
Peirithous: Well we didn’t say no goddesses. Just not Athena and not Artemis.
Theseus: You coulda at least picked Aphrodite.
Peirithous: She’s not a daughter of Zeus.
Theseus: That’s not the story I heard.
Peirithous: Well you better hear again, only, well, never mind that story. Point is, you spat on it, agreed to help me take whoever I chose.
Theseus: Ugh. (sighs, and stands) Well, a deal’s a deal. And if you can’t raid the underworld for your best friend, who can you do it for?
Peirithous: (also stands) Too right! So put on your worst sandals and grab some doggie treats, it’s time to barge in on the dead!
[Exeunt, grabbing armor.]
• Moral: Theseus was a lout. •
Hades and Persephone
A Drama in Two Scenes
1.
Interior, Olympus
Zeus: Hades! What brings you up here? You usually stay underground!
Hades: Great Zeus, ruler of us all! I want a wife.
Zeus: Well, they’re an awful lot of trouble, trust me.
Hades: But I know who I want—no, who I MUST HAVE! Persephone, most beautiful maiden of our kind! But her mother, Demeter, won’t allow it!
Zeus: Demeter, hmm? Yes, our sister can be so stubborn! But listen, you go right ahead and take Persephone, and just let me handle Demeter! She’s only a woman, I’ll set her in her place!
Hades: Thank you, great Zeus! We are truly fortunate to have you as ruler of the cosmos!
End scene.
2.
Interior, Olympus
Zeus: Drat and confound it! What in the world is wrong with the world? Why aren’t there any sacrifices?? I need sacrifices!
Athena: Great Zeus, there are no sacrifices because livestock need grain, and there is no grain because Demeter won’t let anything grow.
Zeus: Double and triple drat! A perfect hekatomb of drats! That insolent woman! Hermes! Go get her right away! I’ll put a stop to her putting a stop to growing plants!
Exit Hermes.
Enter Hermes.
Hermes: Great Zeus, Demeter says, “Get stuffed.”
Zeus: Why, that—! Iris! You go talk to her! You’re both women, maybe you can persuade her!
Exit Iris.
Enter Iris.
Iris: Great Zeus, Demeter says, “Go chase a cow.”
Zeus: Rrrrrrrggghhh!!!
(repeat with other Olympians)
Athena: Father, I think you know what you need to do.
Zeus: Rrrrr!! Fine! Fine! Hermes, go tell Hades he better let Persephone go! Hopefully he can think of some trick so Demeter won’t make a complete fool of him!
Exit Hermes.
Zeus: Oh, the indignity! The ruler of all that is, chief of living beings, reduced to giving a woman what she wants!
Athena (aside to Hera): Wisdom suggests it’s better if you only sneer quietly right now.
End scene.