almost a year ago I published an entry that included my unpublished translation of Hymn to Zeus of Callimachus . In that entry Callimachus commented on the existence of elements of humor, grotesque elements that may not sympathize with the image contained in a Callimachus "author-of-poetry-in-china."
There is plenty of grotesque (the greedy) in the Hymn to Demeter that now hang in some way to complete that entry of January 2010.
Erysichthon There is much greed in the central character of myth and text. And there are many literary voracity much effort to aemulatio the poet of Cyrene, situated at the risk of trying to sing again Demeter items Homeric Hymn dedicated to this goddess, choose an episode radically different from divine life, marginal if you will, equipped with an innovative force, grotesque, almost cannibalistic.
While returns to sing the chorus, women:
"Hail, Hail, Demeter, which many young, rich wheat!"
The basket will contemplate returning from the ground, the uninitiated:
and neither from the roof or from the top peep
or girl or woman, not even her hair is loose, even when
spit in our mouths, dried by fasting.
The Hesperus, from the clouds, is set (when you return?)
the Hesperus, the only Demeter
convinced to drink when he walked in the footsteps of the kidnapped girl inscrutable.
Lady, how could they take your feet to the West,
to Blacks and where golden apples grow?
not drank or ate during that time, nor did you wash. Thrice
walked through the silver-Achelous eddies
crossed each other many of the rivers that flow forever,
and ground three times you sat by the well Calícoro,
suffocated without drinking, and did not eat or you washed.
No, do not mention these things that provoked tears Deo. Best
say how pleasant the cities laws granted;
better to say how the sacred pole and spike strokes
first mowed and the oxen made the trod,
when Triptolemus learned the noble art. Best
say (so that we avoid sacrilege) how
[the wicked son of Tríopas reduced him to a shadowy figure].
yet Cnidia occupied the land, still inhabited the sacred Doti,
and in that place a beautiful grove planted Pelasgians
dense, full of trees, would have barely crossed arrow. There
pine, there was high elm, pear and apple
and beautiful sweet fruit, the water bubbled amber
in ditches. The goddess was pleased with the place, as well as with Eleusis
with Tríopas as with Ena.
But when the good Lord was angry with triópidas,
then the worst of the machinations seized Erysichthon .
came out with momentum carrying twenty servants, all in the prime of life, men
all of the stature of a giant, capable of lifting an entire city,
those who had been armed with axes so as safely;
the race arrived, shameless people, the grove of Demeter .
was a poplar tree touched the sky high;
in proximity to the nymphs at midday repose. This
, beaten the first, singing for others a terrible song. Demeter
He realized that his suffering sacred forest,
irritated and said: "Who is logging my beautiful trees?" Instantly Nicipa
(which the city had appointed her priestess
official) adopted appearance, and he took
airs and poppy, the man was carrying a key.
And he said, trying to appease the wicked and shameless man:
"Son, you that the gods enshrined trees, logging,
child to, son, so longed for by your parents,
leave, and the servants stop them, not
angry at something the venerable Demeter, whose shrine Mancillas. "
After looking at it grimly, the more fiercely than a man,
a hunter, used in the mountains of a lioness
Tmar postpartum whose eyes say is the fiercest,
"Retire," he said, "do not key in the body ax immense!
These trees roofed my home, where the mood
Facilities pleasing forever endlessly celebrate with my friends. "
said the youngster, and Nemesis noted his evil words. Demeter was angry
so unspeakable and again became goddess
his feet trod the earth, but his head touched the Olympus.
Some, half dead after the sovereign were,
to point away, leaving the bronze in the trees she
others are unconcerned, they were forced
the mandate of his master, but their stern master replied
"Yes, yes! Constrúyete a palace (dog, but dog!) Which
Facilities do, that in future meals await constant. "
She said this, the styling Erysichthon misfortune.
The point sent a terrible famine and wild
burning, very strong, a serious illness consumed him. Unhappy
! By consuming everything back to have desire. Twenty
were busy with food, twelve poured the wine.
And Demeter was angry with Dionysus:
the same thing that offends Dionysus Demeter also offended. Neither
parties or banquets of comrades sent,
shame, his parents were all kinds of excuses. Came
Ormen, calling contests Itonia
of Athena. Well, his mother refused the invitation:
"Not at home since yesterday walk on his way to Crannon,
to claim a debt of a hundred oxen." Polixo arrived,
Actorión mother when he was preparing the wedding of his son,
to invite the two, Tríopas and their offspring.
At this the woman, ruefully, he answered with tears:
"Tríopas, yes, go, but it reached a boar Erysichthon
in Pindo of beautiful canyons, nine days since we are lying. " Mother
unhappy, loving your child, what lies did not you say?
Someone gave a party: "Erysichthon are traveling." Someone took
wife: "A Erysichthon it hit a record,"
or "He fell off the wagon" or "Keep track of his sheep in Othrys."
In the depths of the house then, feasting all day,
ate everything in huge quantities. Her stomach swelled abominable
the more I eat, as in the deep sea food
fell all for nothing, to no avail. Mimante
As in the snow, like a doll wax in the sun, further
they melted it down to nerves, that the unfortunate
just skin and bones remained.
cried the mother, was terribly afflicted the two sisters,
the nurse who nursed him and countless servants. Even the Tríopas
tore his gray hair,
while these protests had to Poseidon, who was not attending:
"unnatural father!, Look at this, the third counting from you, if I
you and Canace eólida'm the lineage, and me to turn this miserable
born offspring. I wish I had my hands
buried after being shot through Apollo.
Now a perverse appetite, insatiable, camping in his eyes.
deliver him from this terrible disease, or feed him
yourself, taking your position, that my tables do not give more.
Deserts are my pens, my
empty stables and herds, because nothing was denied the cooks.
addition, the mules the unyoke of large cars,
and ate the cow that his mother raised to Hestia,
and horse racing, and the war,
and weasel, to which shook the small beasts.
While the remaining wealth Tríopas house, home stays
only knew misfortune. But when those teeth
drying pantries had the house,
then the king's son took up residence at the crossroads, begging for a snack
and waste, scorned, in the banquet.
Demeter, which i am not pleased that that is hateful to you, we do not live
wall to wall, the evil neighbors hate me cause.
(...) girls, and sing the chorus, which have given birth:
"Hail, Hail, Demeter, which many young, rich wheat!"
And radiant mane mares carry the basket
in number of four, so to us the great God, mighty sovereign,
come, bringing the radiant spring, bright summer, winter and autumn
and protect us for another year.
And, without shoes and with heads uncovered the city we go, well
feet and heads will forever free.
And, as the carriers of the carrying baskets full of gold, gold
no fee and we will get them. That they continue to
Prytaneum city
the uninitiated and those that are, to march to the goddess,
those who are under sixty. But those with disability, both
that reaches out to Ilitía as suffering pain,
them enough for them this, they can not force their members. A Deo
they will give you anything more than, as if they had come to his temple.
health, God, this city
keep in harmony and prosperity in the field and produces everything in abundance. Make
oxen thrive, make fruits and spikes emerge, do you get the harvest also thrive
make peace, so that one plow, who also is harvested. Seme
favors, you, to which three times he pleads, sovereign, powerful among the goddesses.
"Hail, Hail, Demeter, which many young, rich wheat!"
The basket will contemplate returning from the ground, the uninitiated:
and neither from the roof or from the top peep
or girl or woman, not even her hair is loose, even when
spit in our mouths, dried by fasting.
The Hesperus, from the clouds, is set (when you return?)
the Hesperus, the only Demeter
convinced to drink when he walked in the footsteps of the kidnapped girl inscrutable.
Lady, how could they take your feet to the West,
to Blacks and where golden apples grow?
not drank or ate during that time, nor did you wash. Thrice
walked through the silver-Achelous eddies
crossed each other many of the rivers that flow forever,
and ground three times you sat by the well Calícoro,
suffocated without drinking, and did not eat or you washed.
No, do not mention these things that provoked tears Deo. Best
say how pleasant the cities laws granted;
better to say how the sacred pole and spike strokes
first mowed and the oxen made the trod,
when Triptolemus learned the noble art. Best
say (so that we avoid sacrilege) how
[the wicked son of Tríopas reduced him to a shadowy figure].
yet Cnidia occupied the land, still inhabited the sacred Doti,
and in that place a beautiful grove planted Pelasgians
dense, full of trees, would have barely crossed arrow. There
pine, there was high elm, pear and apple
and beautiful sweet fruit, the water bubbled amber
in ditches. The goddess was pleased with the place, as well as with Eleusis
with Tríopas as with Ena.
But when the good Lord was angry with triópidas,
then the worst of the machinations seized Erysichthon .
came out with momentum carrying twenty servants, all in the prime of life, men
all of the stature of a giant, capable of lifting an entire city,
those who had been armed with axes so as safely;
the race arrived, shameless people, the grove of Demeter .
was a poplar tree touched the sky high;
in proximity to the nymphs at midday repose. This
, beaten the first, singing for others a terrible song. Demeter
He realized that his suffering sacred forest,
irritated and said: "Who is logging my beautiful trees?" Instantly Nicipa
(which the city had appointed her priestess
official) adopted appearance, and he took
airs and poppy, the man was carrying a key.
And he said, trying to appease the wicked and shameless man:
"Son, you that the gods enshrined trees, logging,
child to, son, so longed for by your parents,
leave, and the servants stop them, not
angry at something the venerable Demeter, whose shrine Mancillas. "
After looking at it grimly, the more fiercely than a man,
a hunter, used in the mountains of a lioness
Tmar postpartum whose eyes say is the fiercest,
"Retire," he said, "do not key in the body ax immense!
These trees roofed my home, where the mood
Facilities pleasing forever endlessly celebrate with my friends. "
said the youngster, and Nemesis noted his evil words. Demeter was angry
so unspeakable and again became goddess
his feet trod the earth, but his head touched the Olympus.
Some, half dead after the sovereign were, to point away, leaving the bronze in the trees she
others are unconcerned, they were forced
the mandate of his master, but their stern master replied
"Yes, yes! Constrúyete a palace (dog, but dog!) Which
Facilities do, that in future meals await constant. "
She said this, the styling Erysichthon misfortune.
The point sent a terrible famine and wild
burning, very strong, a serious illness consumed him. Unhappy
! By consuming everything back to have desire. Twenty
were busy with food, twelve poured the wine.
And Demeter was angry with Dionysus:
the same thing that offends Dionysus Demeter also offended. Neither
parties or banquets of comrades sent,
shame, his parents were all kinds of excuses. Came
Ormen, calling contests Itonia
of Athena. Well, his mother refused the invitation:
"Not at home since yesterday walk on his way to Crannon,
to claim a debt of a hundred oxen." Polixo arrived,
Actorión mother when he was preparing the wedding of his son,
to invite the two, Tríopas and their offspring.
At this the woman, ruefully, he answered with tears:
"Tríopas, yes, go, but it reached a boar Erysichthon
in Pindo of beautiful canyons, nine days since we are lying. " Mother
unhappy, loving your child, what lies did not you say?
Someone gave a party: "Erysichthon are traveling." Someone took
wife: "A Erysichthon it hit a record,"
or "He fell off the wagon" or "Keep track of his sheep in Othrys."
In the depths of the house then, feasting all day,
ate everything in huge quantities. Her stomach swelled abominable
the more I eat, as in the deep sea food
fell all for nothing, to no avail. Mimante
As in the snow, like a doll wax in the sun, further
they melted it down to nerves, that the unfortunate
just skin and bones remained.
cried the mother, was terribly afflicted the two sisters,
the nurse who nursed him and countless servants. Even the Tríopas
tore his gray hair,
while these protests had to Poseidon, who was not attending:
"unnatural father!, Look at this, the third counting from you, if I
you and Canace eólida'm the lineage, and me to turn this miserable
born offspring. I wish I had my hands
buried after being shot through Apollo.
Now a perverse appetite, insatiable, camping in his eyes.
deliver him from this terrible disease, or feed him
yourself, taking your position, that my tables do not give more.
Deserts are my pens, my
empty stables and herds, because nothing was denied the cooks.
addition, the mules the unyoke of large cars,
and ate the cow that his mother raised to Hestia,
and horse racing, and the war,
and weasel, to which shook the small beasts.
While the remaining wealth Tríopas house, home stays
only knew misfortune. But when those teeth
drying pantries had the house,
then the king's son took up residence at the crossroads, begging for a snack
and waste, scorned, in the banquet.
Demeter, which i am not pleased that that is hateful to you, we do not live wall to wall, the evil neighbors hate me cause.
(...) girls, and sing the chorus, which have given birth:
"Hail, Hail, Demeter, which many young, rich wheat!"
And radiant mane mares carry the basket
in number of four, so to us the great God, mighty sovereign,
come, bringing the radiant spring, bright summer, winter and autumn
and protect us for another year.
And, without shoes and with heads uncovered the city we go, well
feet and heads will forever free.
And, as the carriers of the carrying baskets full of gold, gold
no fee and we will get them. That they continue to
Prytaneum city
the uninitiated and those that are, to march to the goddess,
those who are under sixty. But those with disability, both
that reaches out to Ilitía as suffering pain,
them enough for them this, they can not force their members. A Deo
they will give you anything more than, as if they had come to his temple.
health, God, this city keep in harmony and prosperity in the field and produces everything in abundance. Make
oxen thrive, make fruits and spikes emerge, do you get the harvest also thrive
make peace, so that one plow, who also is harvested. Seme
favors, you, to which three times he pleads, sovereign, powerful among the goddesses.
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