Robert Fagles’s translation of Aphrodite’s affair & Hephaestus’s snare – The Odyssey, Book 8, lines 290-367:

 

Aphrodite and the Graces disarming Ares made by G. B. Gabbler

At the kings word the herald [Demodocus] sprang to his feet

and ran to fetch the vibrant lyre from the house.

And stewards rose, nine in all, picked from the realm

to set the stage for contests: masters-at-arms who

leveled the dancing-floor to make a fine broad ring.

The herald returned and placed the ringing lyre now

in Demodocus hands, and the bard moved toward the center,

flanked by boys in the flush of youth, skilled dancers

who stamped the ground with marvelous pulsing steps

as Odysseus gazed at their flying, flashing feet, his heart aglow with wonder.

 

A rippling prelude—

now the bard struck up an irresistible song:

The Love of Ares and Aphrodite Crowned with Flowers…

how the two had first made love in Hephaestus mansion,

all in secret. Ares had showered her with gifts

and showered Hephaestus marriage bed with shame

but a messenger ran to tell the god of fire—

Helios, lord of the sun, whod spied the couple

lost in each others arms and making love.

Hephaestus, hearing the heart-wounding story,

bustled toward his forge, brooding on his revenge—

planted the huge anvil on its block and beat out chains,

not to be slipped or broken, all to pin the lovers on the spot.

This snare the Firegod forged, ablaze with his rage at War,

then limped to the room where the bed of love stood firm

and round the posts he poured the chains in a sweeping net

with streams of others flowing down from the roofbeam,

gossamer-fine as spider webs no man could see,

not even a blissful god—

the Smith had forged a masterwork of guile.

Once hed spun that cunning trap around his bed

he feigned a trip to the well-built town of Lemnos,

dearest to him by far of all the towns on earth.

But the god of battle kept no blind mans watch.

As soon as he saw the Master Craftsman leave

he plied his golden reins and arrived at once

and entered the famous god of fires mansion,

chafing with lust for Aphrodite crowned with flowers.

Shed just returned from her fathers palace, mighty Zeus,

and now she sat in her rooms as Ares strode right in

and grasped her hand with a warm, seductive urging:

“Quick, my darling, come, lets go to bed

and lose ourselves in love! Your husbands away—

by now he must be off in the wilds of Lemnos,

consorting with his raucous Sintian friends.”

 

So he pressed

and her heart raced with joy to sleep with War

and off they went to bed and down they lay—

and down around them came those cunning chains

of the crafty god of fire, showering down now

till the couple could not move a limb or lift a finger—

then they knew at last: there was no way out, not now.

But now the glorious crippled Smith was drawing near…

hed turned around, miles short of the Lemnos coast,

for the Sungod kept his watch and told Hephaestus all,

so back he rushed to his house, his heart consumed with anguish.

Halting there at the gates, seized with savage rage

he howled a terrible cry, imploring all the gods,

“Father Zeus, look here—

the rest of you happy gods who live forever—

here is a sight to make you laugh, revolt you too!

Just because I am crippled, Zeuss daughter Aphrodite

will always spurn me and love that devastating Ares,

just because of his striking looks and racers legs

while I am a weakling, lame from birth, and whos to blame?

Both my parents-who else? If only theyd never bred me!

Just look at the two lovers . . . crawled inside my bed,

locked in each others arms-the sight makes me burn!

But I doubt theyll want to lie that way much longer,

not a moment more-mad as they are for each other.

No, theyll soon tire of bedding down together,

but then my cunning chains will bind them fast 360

till our Father pays my bride-gifts back in full,

all I handed him lor that shameless bitch his daughter,

irresistible beauty-all unbridled too!”

So Hephaestus wailed

as the gods came crowding up to his bronze-floored house,

Poseidon god of the earthquake came, and Hermes came,

the running god of luck, and the Archer, lord Apollo,

while modesty kept each goddess to her mansion.

The immortals, givers of all good things, stood at the gates,

and uncontrollable laughter burst from the happy gods

when they saw the god of fires subtle, cunning work.

One would glance at his neighbor, laughing out,

“A bad day for adultery Slow outstrips the Swift.”

“Look how limping Hephaestus conquers War,

the quickest of all the gods who rule Olympus!,,

“The cripple wins by craft.”

“The adulterer,

he will pay the price!”

So the gods would banter

among themselves but lord Apollo goaded Hermes on:

“Tell me, Quicksilver, giver of all good things—

even with those unwieldy shackles wrapped around you,

how would you like to bed the golden Aphrodite?”

 

“Oh Apollo, if only!” the giant-killer cried.

“Archer, bind me down with triple those endless chains!

Let all you gods look on, and all you goddesses too—

how I’d love to bed that golden Aphrodite!”

 

A peal of laughter broke from the deathless ones

but not Poseidon, not a smile from him; he kept on

begging the famous Smith to loose the god of war,

pleading, his words flying, “Let him go!

I guarantee you Ares will pay the price,

whatever you ask, Hephaestus,

whatever’s right in the eyes of all the gods.”

 

But the famous crippled Smith appealed in turn,

“God of the earthquake, please don’t urge this on me.

A pledge for a worthless man is a worthless pledge indeed.

What if he slips out of his chains-his debts as well?

How could I shackle you while all the gods look on?”

But the god of earthquakes reassured the Smith,

“Look, Hephaestus, if Ares scuttles off and away,

squirming out of his debt, I’ll pay the fine myself.”

 

And the famous crippled Smith complied at last:

“Now there’s an offer I really can’t refuse!”

 

With all his force the god of fire loosed the chains

and the two lovers, free of the bonds that overwhelmed them so,

sprang up and away at once, and the Wargod sped to Thrace

while Love with her telltale laughter sped to Paphos,

Cyprus Isle, where her grove and scented altar stand.

There the Graces bathed and anointed her with oil,

ambrosial oil, the bloom that clings to the gods

who never die, and swathed her round in gowns

to stop the heart…an ecstasy—a vision.

 

That was the song the famous harper sang

and Odysseus relished every note as the islanders,

the lords of the long oars and master mariners rejoiced

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COGS RATE GODS: Zagreus

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Gabbler: COGS rate GODs is back, baby. What was supposed to be a series never took off. But here we are for a relaunch. But much lower pressure!

BLA: Hell yeah. What’s funny is our series came out the same month and year as John Green’s Anthropocene Reviewed. Ratings were a big thing back then amongst humans, I guess? Still are.

G: But we’re not reviewing human things. We’re reviewing the gods.

B: Which span past and future epochs!

G: In anticipation of the Chthulucene.

B: No sky gods!

G: Don’t say that too loudly. So, our first review was of daddy Vulcan. Hephaestus. He got 5/5 stars. This time around we’re reviewing…Zagreus.

B: You picked, for the record.

G: I did. Because that Hades II game just came out and, well, we have some feelings about what we’ve seen.

B: We haven’t played it. Only seen it.

G: Right. But he’s such an interesting figure. Especially in terms of his parentage—how people disagree about who, like, his dad is.

B: And how he was the first-born Dionysus.

G: Born again, you might say, right?

B: Sure. But I argue it’s supposed to be mysterious—that we’re not supposed have definitive answers. You don’t have to think too hard on it and I feel like the gods Themselves aren’t sure about everything. They were still trying to figure Their own Selves out. Basically, and without listing off all the things you could find on a Wikipedia page, Zagreus’s mother was Persephone.

G: Or at least some underworld goddess.

B: The real question is of the father—which we’ll get to. But what everyone can agree on is that, like the later Dionysus, he was torn apart. Into pieces. But some part of him is saved. You see this even referenced in a TV show like The Magicians. Some say the heart was saved and that later, somehow, gets put into Semele or Zeus and therefore transferred to the baby Dionysus when he’s “carrying” him and that’s how you get this newer version of Dionysus.

G: Sounds like the Osiris myth, with the saving of the parts and such.

B: Exactly. But we need to address the parentage thing. So, some say that Zeus is Zagreus’s father. But how can that be if Hades is Persephone’s consort? Very incesty. But Zeus is also just a title of “King” in some respects. Hades is the Zeus of the underworld. So, some argue, it wasn’t Zeus-Zeus but Hades who fathered Zagreus. Maybe things got misinterpreted. But I think it’s more complicated than that. Gods can often be the same being. Alter-ego combinations of each other. Zeus, Poseidon, Hades. All kings of their domains. A trinity, if you will.

G: A god-head three in one. Kind of like in your next book—not to give anything away.

B: Yeah. Volume 3 coming soon! The gods shift and combine themselves all the time. And Their names flow to and fro from each other, to help explain themselves in a point and time.

G: And not to excuse incest, but that’s kind of standard with the gods. An act of siring the self over and over in different iterations, even. Gaia is both mother and consort to Uranus. Gaia births Rhea, who births Demeter. And they’re all pretty similar. Sometimes they show up like patterns instead of through parentage. Like Athena and Selene. Or Apollo and Helios. But Persephone, daughter of Demeter, is not just of the earth but a queen of what is under it. Does she disrupt this looping?

B: Possibly. There often does seem to be a final refinement with her. Like, the final girl™ of this pattern.

G: Which you know all about—refinement.

B: The Lathe doth wear down to nothingness. Rhea, Demeter, Persephone is another trinity of sorts. So, when folks also argue that Zagreus is another name for Hades or Dionysus, it might be the same attempt to combine the namesake, powers, or dominion of three gods, or a god acting in the stead of the other. My take is that the parents don’t matter. It’s a mystery the gods want us to forget. Otherwise they would have been clearer.

G: Origins are often very complicated in myth. Like, Google Erichthonius and tell me there isn’t more than one mother there.

B: Like Athena birthed from Zeus’s head is comparable to Dionysus birthed from Zeus’s thigh, you arguably can have a mother-father in one even.

G: His birth is, yes, interesting, but I’m more interested in Zagreus as a god that dies, though. That is torn apart like an animal. He seems to be the hunter and the hunted. That symbology is very beautiful, and bound to be tied somehow to the reason the Orphics didn’t eat meat? I’m still working on my thesis for that.

B: I’m more interested in folks picking up on the fact that a god can be an individual and their parents. In the more recent Dionysus myth, Zeus saves the baby from Semele (after he kills her) and attaches the baby to himself—his thigh. Dionysus is a grape on the vine of Zeus. Gestation. No mother really needed, and perhaps Dionysus, once part of Zeus, is now cut from the same literal vine. But in that same vein, Zeus was said to have consumed the heart of Zagreus, or made Semele consume it. And thus that transferred—reincarnated—Zagreus into Dionysus. Twice-born in more ways than one.

G: That’s spooky similar to Alpha, in what we see in Volume 2 of The Blacksmith’s Circus series.

B: No spoilers.

G: No spoilers.

B: What I find most important about Zagreus/Dionysus, if we are wanting to review both at once, is that we see a demi-god become a full god.

G: I think Dionysus should still get his own category. Zagreus is like his own person, before becoming Dionysus.

B: OK, I’ll save that review for another time. But for this particular guy. Three stars.

G: Only three stars?

B: Mysteries only get three stars because there’s too much up for interpretation. ⭐⭐⭐

G: Fair, I guess. I say four stars. Because Dionysus is just such an interesting figure. ⭐⭐⭐⭐

B: But we’re not reviewing Dionysus!

G: Fair, fair. But I love me some Orphism and ancient context on those who refused to eat animals. Like, the Maenads—the followers of Dionysus—rip animals and people apart with their bare hands. Just like Zagreus was torn apart, so is Orpheus. Even though Dionysus is so liberating to women – he is even called The Liberator – and allows them to become wild hunters, he forces his once-follower to be treated the way he was treated. In some ways, it’s like Zagreus is doing the tearing apart this time. Is sparagmos always a punishment, or a can it be a way for this god to reclaim you? To integrate you into his myth? To make you more like him? Is Orpheus just an embodiment of Dionysus? Can’t we all be possessed Dionysus/Zagreus to some degree when taken by his frenzy?

B: See, too many questions. Much like Orpheus, I, too, am a character in the deconstruction of worshipping a god. You see rites and the retellings become more and more human. Mythical figures become archetypes. A type of incarnation.

G: I think we need to end there before you start to give too much away for Volume 3. Until next time!

B: Zagreus, you get an average of 3.5 stars.

⭐⭐⭐.5

 

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