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Month: April, 2020

“Metamorphoses” (The Golden Age) – Ovid

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    “Field of Poppies (1873) 

 

           Claude Monet

 

               _______

 

 

once the Creation is complete, Time 

becomes one of its components, ages, 

or eras, or epochs ensue giving credence 

to the fact of an evolutionary process,

instead of stasis a continuation of the 

inner workings of primordial Chaos still 

roils, bristles, but among more orderly 

elements now 

 

so that the first age, The Golden Age,

is positively blissful 


             The golden age was first; when Man yet new,
             No rule but uncorrupted reason knew: 

 

Evil was not yet even a concept 


             And, with a native bent, did good pursue. 

 

a native bent, naturally, by instinct, inately

 

             Unforc’d by punishment, un-aw’d by fear,
             His words were simple, and his soul sincere; 

 

therefore


             Needless was written law, where none opprest: 

 

where no one offended, laws were 

unnecessary


             The law of Man was written in his breast: 

 

a function of his emotions


             No suppliant crowds before the judge appear’d,
             No court erected yet, nor cause was heard: 

 

suppliant crowds, petitioners for justice

 

             But all was safe, for conscience was their guard. 

 

remember conscience, something that too

often now has fallen, it seems, by the 

wayside

 

though we’re a long way off at present, 

admittedly, from the Golden Age


             The mountain-trees in distant prospect please, 

 

please is a verb here, as in the mountain-trees 

bring pleasure

 

but


             E’re yet the pine descended to the seas: 

 

E’re, or before, the pine trees descended, 

grew closer to, gravitated toward, the water

 

compare here, ” About her coasts, unruly 

waters roar; / And rising, on a ridge, 

insult the shore.”, from earlierwhere 

“water vies with earth for its place upon 

the strand”

 

instead of water, Earth encroaches here, 

an equally formidable opponent 

 

             E’re sails were spread, new oceans to explore: 

 

E’re, or before, ships set out to conquer,

see Columbus for the archetypal example


             And happy mortals, unconcern’d for more,
             Confin’d their wishes to their native shore. 

 

a world without an economy


             No walls were yet; nor fence, nor mote, nor mound,
             Nor drum was heard, nor trumpet’s angry sound: 

 

drums and trumpets at any distance 

would’ve been cause for alarm, or at

the very least caution

 

             Nor swords were forg’d; but void of care and crime, 

 

note the negative no, nor, nor hammered out

through the last three verses, describing by 

omission the state of the original age, 

what there was not


             The soft creation slept away their time. 

 

soft creation, not inclined to struggle


             The teeming Earth, yet guiltless of the plough,
             And unprovok’d, did fruitful stores allow: 

             Content with food, which Nature freely bred,
             On wildings and on strawberries they fed; 

 

the subject here throughout is the “teeming 

Earth”, the Earth, metonymized, becomes 

earthlings – therefore “they” replaces 

“teeming Earth” as subject in the last two 

lines – who’d feed on wildings, uncultivated 

plants, crab apples, for instance, strawberries


             Cornels and bramble-berries gave the rest,
             And falling acorns furnish’d out a feast. 

 

Cornels, shrubs 


             The flow’rs unsown, in fields and meadows reign’d: 

 

flowers bloomed unbidden, covering fields

 

see above 

 

I watch the cherry blossoms grace our 

streets with their opulence as I speak,

decking our April days with springtime, 

still, even thousands of years later“,

a remnant, a bequest, of that golden 

past 


             And Western winds immortal spring maintain’d. 

 

like very Paradise, stretching into even 

immortality


             In following years, the bearded corn ensu’d
             From Earth unask’d, nor was that Earth renew’d. 

 

renew’d, tilled, harvested


             From veins of vallies, milk and nectar broke; 

 

valleys engender streams that create 

the conditions for milk and nectar


             And honey sweating through the pores of oak.

 

or our own indigenous syrup of maple

 

 

R ! chard

 

 

 

 

“Metamorphoses” – Ovid, 105

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    The Creation(1935) 

 

           Aaron Douglas

 

               ________

 


it should be noted that this exemplary 

translation of Metamorphoses was 

done by a clutch of eminent poets, 

John Dryden principally, England’s 

first Poet Laureate, 1688, but with 

the help of, notably, Joseph Addison,  

Alexander Pope, and William 

Congreve, among a number of 

celebrated others, under the 

direction of the poet and physician,

Samuel Garth, in no later than 1717, 

over 300 hundred years ago

 

this will explain the sometimes 

disorienting spelling of some 

otherwise common words, you’ve

read alreadyfor instance, extreams” 

for “extremes”“watry” for “watery”, 

“blustring” for “blustering” 

 

it might also be that my own reading

of the text could be influenced by 

idiosyncratic interpretations given 

by the above poets, who would’ve 

written according to the perspectives 

of their own time, the 18th Century, 

somewhat altering, most likely, the 

pristine intentions of Ovid’s original

 

as I myself, however philologically 

scrupulously – mea culpa, mea 

culpa, mea maxima culpaI must 

contritely confess – can, can 

 

be forewarned

 

 

but onwards to the completion of 

the Creation

 

            High o’er the clouds, and empty realms of wind,
           The God a clearer space for Heav’n design’d;
           Where fields of light, and liquid aether flow; 

 

a description of Heaven, “fields of light and 

liquid aether”


            Purg’d from the pondrous dregs of Earth below. 

 

“the pondrous dregs of Earth”, our dwelling

 

             Scarce had the Pow’r distinguish’d these, when streight
            The stars, no longer overlaid with weight,
            Exert their heads, from underneath the mass;
           And upward shoot, and kindle as they pass, 


“the Pow’r”, or “the God, whatever God was he”, 

earlier noted

 

while gravitation again allows the “fields of light”, 

newly “distinguished”, or separated, from the 

pondrous dregs of Earth“, to “streight…upward 

shoot, and kindle”, or sparkle, like firewood, or 

nebulae, aurorae, very constellations 

 

             And with diffusive light adorn their heav’nly place.


diffusive, evanescent, aetherial, nearly 

transcendental

 

             Then, every void of Nature to supply,
           With forms of Gods he fills the vacant sky:
           New herds of beasts he sends, the plains to share:
           New colonies of birds, to people air:
           And to their oozy beds, the finny fish repair. 

 

note that all life forms are “forms of Gods”,

and “birds”, anthropomorphically, no less

than “people air”

             A creature of a more exalted kind
           Was wanting yet, and then was Man design’d: 

 

the design follows


             Conscious of thought, of more capacious breast,
           For empire form’d, and fit to rule the rest: 

 

though the specific initial progenitor will remain 

ever the secret of that Creator


           Whether with particles of heav’nly fire
           The God of Nature did his soul inspire,
           Or Earth, but new divided from the sky

 

was it “heav’nly fire” or Earth”, which malleable

 

             And, pliant, still retain’d th’ aetherial energy: 

 

we are, in other words, quintessentially, 

however muddied, starlight

 

             Which wise Prometheus temper’d into paste,
           And, mixt with living streams, the godlike image cast. 

 

Prometheus is the Titan who fashioned 

us of clay, and gifted us with fire despite 

the opposition of the Gods, for which he 

was cruelly punished, but that’s another

story

 

             Thus, while the mute creation downward bend
            Their sight, and to their earthly mother tend, 

 

mute creation, species who have no 

language, animals, lizards, insects

 

             Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes
            Beholds his own hereditary skies. 

 

hereditary, received from the Creator,

the primordial ancestor, generator

 

             From such rude principles our form began;
           And earth was metamorphos’d into Man.


 

R ! chard

 

“Metamorphoses” – Ovid, 104

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      The West Wind (1891)

 

            Winslow Homer

 

               __________

 


next, the creation of climate 

         


          And as five zones th’ aetherial regions bind,

          Five, correspondent, are to Earth assign’d: 

 

the five zones are the equatorial zone, the two 

temperate zones, and the polar zones


          The sun with rays, directly darting down,

           Fires all beneath, and fries the middle zone: 

 

the equator gets the brunt of it

 

          The two beneath the distant poles, complain

          Of endless winter, and perpetual rain. 

 

the poles get the other brunt of it

 

          Betwixt th’ extreams, two happier climates hold

          The temper that partakes of hot, and cold. 

 

temper”, as in “temperate”, as in zones

 

          The fields of liquid air, inclosing all, 

          Surround the compass of this earthly ball:


fields of liquid air, cloud covers

 

          The lighter parts lye next the fires above; 

 

fires above, the sun and the stars 


         The grosser near the watry surface move:


“grosser” air, less pure, less aetherial


          Thick clouds are spread, and storms engender there, 

          And thunder’s voice, which wretched mortals fear, 

          And winds that on their wings cold winter bear. 

 

they gravitate towards the denser earth, creating

conditions “there” for storms, strife, thunder

 

ever so ominously

         


          Nor were those blustring brethren left at large,

          On seas, and shores, their fury to discharge: 

 

blustring brethren, the winds, are not, we learn,  

not apportioned, not not allocated


          Bound as they are, and circumscrib’d in place,

          They rend the world, resistless, where they pass;

          And mighty marks of mischief leave behind;

          Such is the rage of their tempestuous kind. 

 

tempests, tsunamis, hurricanes

 

 

they call the winds 


          First Eurus to the rising morn is sent

          (The regions of the balmy continent);

          And Eastern realms, where early Persians run,

          To greet the blest appearance of the sun. 

          Westward, the wanton Zephyr wings his flight;

          Pleas’d with the remnants of departing light: 

          Fierce Boreas, with his off-spring, issues forth

          T’ invade the frozen waggon of the North.  

 

where we encounter, incidentally, aurorae borealis


          While frowning Auster seeks the Southern sphere;

          And rots, with endless rain, th’ unwholsom year.

 

it is to be noted that in 8 AD, when Metamorphoses 

was purportedly first published, one gathers from 

the text that the world was understood to be 

spherical, with two poles, the boreal and the 

austral, from which we later get the eponymously 

named Australia 

 

the world went flat, note, only later in the 

Middle Ages

 


R ! chard 

 


 

 


 

“Metamorphoses” – Ovid, 103

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     Chaos (The Creation) (1841) 

 

                Ivan Aivazovsky

 

                       ______

 


        But God, or Nature, while they thus contend,

        To these intestine discords put an end:

 

intestine, of the entrails, intestine discords, 

a stomach ache, already the 

anthropomorphization of the deity, our 

gods created in our own image

 

        Then earth from air, and seas from earth were driv’n,

        And grosser air sunk from aetherial Heav’n. 

 

the elements begin to find, and form, each 

their distinctive identities

 

grosser air, less pure than that of Heaven

 

        Thus disembroil’d, they take their proper place;

        The next of kin, contiguously embrace; 

 

the elements fall in line, like congregates with 

like


        And foes are sunder’d, by a larger space. 

 

space expands

 

 

examples follow

 

        The force of fire ascended first on high,

        And took its dwelling in the vaulted sky:

        Then air succeeds, in lightness next to fire;

        Whose atoms from unactive earth retire.

        Earth sinks beneath, and draws a num’rous throng

        Of pondrous, thick, unwieldy seeds along.

 

there are the seeds again, the jarring seeds,

within the primordial Chaos, cloying to what 

will become the Earth 

 

note also the introduction of gravity, what

goes up, what goes down

 

         About her coasts, unruly waters roar;

         And rising, on a ridge, insult the shore

 

water vies with earth for its place upon the 

strand, in waves, tides, still, even thousands 

of years later

 

        Thus when the God, whatever God was he,

 

note the indecision here, the less adamant 

profession of the deity before the imprint

of uncompromising Christianity, when 

there would’ve been no wars of religion, 

the wars were for territory 

 

          Had form’d the whole, and made the parts agree,

          That no unequal portions might be found,

 

a God who would’ve presided, who would’ve

called the elements to order, and proportion

 

          He moulded Earth into a spacious round:

          Then with a breath, he gave the winds to blow;

          And bad the congregated waters flow. 

 

bad, or bade, as in called upon to perform a task


          He adds the running springs, and standing lakes;

          And bounding banks for winding rivers makes.

          Some part, in Earth are swallow’d up, the most

          In ample oceans, disembogu’d, are lost. 

 

disembogue is said of a waterway that joins a

larger current, a stream disembogues into a 

river, a river into a sea, or an ocean

 

          He shades the woods, the vallies he restrains

          With rocky mountains, and extends the plains. 

 

sounds like Vancouver

 

 

R ! chard

 

 

 

“Metamorphoses” – Ovid, 102

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   To Be Titled (1987) –

 

          Jean-Michel Basquiat

 

                     __________

 


next, according to Ovid, inspired, presumably,  

by the Gods, is what happens before the world 

is created

 

        Before the seas, and this terrestrial ball, 

 

which is to say, the earth

 

        And Heav’n’s high canopy, that covers all,

        One was the face of Nature; if a face:

 

the “face of Nature” was “One”, an 

indistinguishable, perhaps not even, “face”

 

        Rather a rude and indigested mass:

        A lifeless lump, unfashion’d, and unfram’d,

        Of jarring seeds; and justly Chaos nam’d.

 

this undifferentiated agglomeration, this “lifeless 

lump” was called Chaos

 

note the “seeds”, however, potential, though 

“jarring”, or conflicting, the genesis for what 

is to follow   

 

           No sun was lighted up, the world to view;

           No moon did yet her blunted horns renew:

 

the horns of the moon are visible when the 

crescent moon lies flat on the horizon, in 

the shape of a smile, presenting “horns”, 

the twin elevated extensions

 

           Nor yet was Earth suspended in the sky,

           Nor pois’d, did on her own foundations lye:

 

or lie

 

           Nor seas about the shores their arms had thrown;

           But earth, and air, and water, were in one.

 

see again Chaos here

 

           Thus air was void of light, and earth unstable,

           And water’s dark abyss unnavigable.

           No certain form on any was imprest;

           All were confus’d, and each disturb’d the rest.

           For hot and cold were in one body fixt;

           And soft with hard, and light with heavy mixt.

 

 

next, the first metamorphosis

 

stay tuned

 


R ! chard

 

 

 

“Metamorphoses” – Ovid, 101

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   “Primavera (1478) 

 

       Sandro Botticelli

 

             _________

 

 

a friend expressed some interest in Ovid’s

Metamorphoses recently after I’d sung for 

a few moments its praises, had told her I 

was revisiting it after some time with the 

intention of duly, this time, completing it, 

given that, hey, we’ve got lots of time, at 

present, all of us, on our hands, by very 

mandate  

 

it sounds wonderful, she briefed me after 

I’d sent her the appropriate link, but there 

are some parts I don’t understand

 

I’ll help, I said, only too eager to share 

the delights of this inprobable treasure,

a gift nearly two thousand years old, 

with the magic still of very revelation

 

Metamorphoses is a creation story, the 

equivalent of the Bible for those who 

revered the Roman deities, the same 

deities that the Greeks revered, but 

transplanted, renamed, to Roman 

stock, like the Puritans did their  

Christian seed at Plymouth Rock  

 

Ovid, 43 BC to 17/18 AD, was a Roman

poet, paying fealty to Augustus, Emperor

of Rome, 63 BC to 14 AD, therefore his 

Roman goddesses, gods, and his, 

contemporary, Latin

 

which was translated into English early 

in the Renaissance, but found its best

expression, to my mind still, in the 

eminent hands of Sir Samuel Garth,

John DrydenAlexander PopeJoseph

AddisonWilliam Congreve, among 

others in, already, 1717

 

listen 

 

The Creation of the World

 

       Of bodies chang’d to various forms, I sing:
 

Ovid is saying my topic is transformation, very

metamorphoses, plural of metamorphosis


       Ye Gods, from whom these miracles did spring,
       Inspire my numbers with coelestial heat;
       ‘Till I my long laborious work compleat:
       And add perpetual tenour to my rhimes,
       Deduc’d from Nature’s birth, to Caesar’s times. 

 

poets have traditionally called upon their related

muses to inspire them to accomplish their task,

Ovid invokes his Gods, compare Shakespeare’s 

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend / The

brightest heaven of invention, his prologue to 

Henry V   

 

“Ye Gods”, Ovid says, from whom these 

miracles did spring”, those everyday wonders 

that surround us, inspire me, he asks, that I 

might “compleat”, which is to say complete, 

his poem, this long laborious work”

 

his “numbers” are his years, “coelestial”, or

celestial, “heat”, is inspiration

 

“tenour to my rimes” means rhythm, weight, 

to his poetry

 

“Nature’s birth”, or the beginning of time, to

“Caesar’s time”, Ovid‘s own period under

Augustus

 

Ovid asks the Gods to fuel him with the

fire to tell the story of the world from its 

very beginning to his own epoch,

Caesar’s 

 

how’s that for a project

 

 

enough for now

 

but stay tuned for, to follow, the Creation,

capital C, I tell you 

 

 

R ! chard