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Showing posts with label Dionysus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dionysus. Show all posts

Thursday, 21 April 2016

Tragedy - Greek goats love to climb trees.

Tragedy -
noun (plural tragedies)

1 - An event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe: a tragedy that killed 95 people [mass noun]: his life had been plagued by tragedy
2 - A play dealing with tragic events and having an unhappy ending, especially one concerning the downfall of the main character: Shakespeare’s tragedies
2.1 [mass noun] The dramatic genre represented by tragedies: Greek tragedy (O.E.D)

Origin - 
Late Middle English: from Old French tragedie, via Latin from Greek tragōidia, apparently from tragos 'goat' (the reason remains unexplained) + ōidē 'song, ode'. (O.E.D) 

According to Susie Dent, the attractive, dark-haired lexicologist of TV's Countdown (dictionary corner), "It is absolutely true that the word ‘tragedy’ has roots in a Greek word meaning ‘goat-song’.  Many theories have been offered to explain it. One is that Greek tragedies were known as goat-songs because the prize in Athenian play competitions was a live goat. The contests were part of worship to Dionysus, involving chants and dances in his honour. The Romans knew Dionysus later as Bacchus, god of all things ‘bacchanalian’: in other words he freed people from their normal self through madness, wine, and ecstasy".

In her book, 'What Made the Crocodile Cry?' Susie explains that sometimes the goat would be sacrificed, and a goat lament sung as the sacrifice was made. Hence the goat-song became intertwined with the Greek plays.

Others believe that in the plays themselves men and women would wear goat-costumes to dress up as satyrs—half-goat beings that worshipped and surrounded Dionysus in his revelry. Another and more interesting idea is one that was offered in the Guardian’s celebrated Notes & Queries section. In answer to why the word tragedy comes from a word for goat-song, a Mr Marcus Roome of Clapton in London wrote simply: ‘Have you ever heard a goat sing?’

Funnily enough, my sister once kept a goat called Miranda. She wasn't sacrificed, partly due to not being reared in Greece and partly because she was a pet. The thought now crosses my mind to ask, "Why do Greek goats climb trees?" Perhaps it was to avoid being sacrificed during the performance of a play. I also wonder whether the idiomatic phrase, 'acting the goat' also derived from this original root.  Etymology is a fascinating pastime, at least to the extent that it has helped me to knock out a blog in half an hour.

I won't apologise for cutting corners today.  The sun is shining and after a hectic few days helping to organise an event to commemorate 400 years since William Shakespeare died at the age of 52, I wanted to spend today, the 90th Birthday of Queen Elizabeth with my nonagenarian Mum, Dorothy and an octogenarian friend.  We had tea and cakes in the Art Deco Café in Stanley Park and allowed them to reminisce. We toasted the Queen lightly on both sides and now in keeping with the tradition of storytelling, I am getting ready to attend the debut of Liars League Blackpool.

As I can't find a recording of 'goat song' - I leave you with a limerick (freshly penned) and a picture just to prove that Greek goats really do climb trees.





 
If  you chance to see goats up in trees,
On the isles of The Cyclades,
the Greeks they have beaten
by not being eaten,
in plays by Aristophanes.  
 
 
That's all folks. Thanks for reading. Adele

Saturday, 12 December 2015

Water To Wine?

Water to wine - if only! No, not really. We've had a superfluity of the former in recent days....rains upon rains until we're sick of the sight and sound of water and the damage that it's done. The sort of minor miracle that would turn it all into rivers of Rioja and lakes of Claret issuing into a Homeric wine-dark sea is more the stuff of nightmares than pleasant fantasy. However, a beaker full of the warm south - now that wouldn't go amiss.

In vino veritas. This magnificent sundial (below) can be found at the Chateau de Pommard, famed for its fine wines. Pommard is a tiny commune on the Route des Grands Crus in Burgundy. With a population of only 540, it boasts 337 hectares of vineyards which yield up 130,000 cases of wine annually, nearly half of it Premier Cru.


"In wine is truth" has its equivalents in languages and cultures other than Latin. The Greeks (more of them later) also said: "in wine is truth" but the Greek word ἀλήθεια, being more subtle than Latin, also conveys a sense of trueness, of authentic being. The Babylonians said: "wine enters, secrets exit"; the Persians: "with drunkenness comes the truth"; and the Russians: "what a sober man has in his mind, the drunk one has on his tongue". I think that makes it a truth universally acknowledged.

I suppose we've all known people whose character undergoes an interesting transformation when they've drunk a little too much. One of my favourite bands, Farrah, have a song that contains the well-observed lines:
"She's on cruise control as the Rioja takes hold
She gets in such a state
She has to say the things you shouldn't say...
Vitriol and spite and then the silence
Obscenely spoils the night..."

Health experts have vacillated for years (even centuries) about the benefits of drinking wine. The Greeks were very much in favour. In more oppressive times the activity was frowned on, even made illegal. Nowadays it appears to be the case that drinking wine in moderation is a good thing, on the whole. A recent research project conducted at the University of Iowa claims to have found that: "moderate use of alcohol is associated with healthy aging". People who take one or two alcoholic drinks a day are likely to age better than those who drink considerably more, considerably less or are teetotal. Dionysus (son of Semele and Zeus) be praised!

Alcaeus of Mytilene did much such praising of Dionysus, the god of the vine, grape-harvest, wine-making and religious merriment. Alcaeus was a lyric poet from the island of Lesbos, writing and performing in the 6th century BC and he made every occasion an excuse for drinking - exhorting his friends to drink in celebration of a tyrant's death, in celebration of the summer, to liven up the winter, to drink away their cares and sorrows, to drink because life is short! We know this because he wrote his exhortations down in verse as well as performing them at dinner parties. What a guy. Here's a sample in translation:

A Drinking Poem
Let's drink! Why are we waiting for the lamps? Only an inch of daylight left.
Lift down the large cups, my friends, the painted ones;
for wine was given to men by the son of Semele and Zeus
to help them forget their troubles. Mix one part of water to two of wine,
pour it in up to the brim, and let one cup push the other along...

It may be that Alcaeus, his paramour (Sappho, allegedly) and carousing pals enjoyed the precursor of one of my favourite Greek wines, Danielis from Achaia Clauss, a complex and rich red wine and as good as anything the world over, barring the very best French vintages.


This week's poem takes as its starting point a line from Ode To A Nightingale in a mutant form of acrostic...

Extrapolated Keats
O do not use me prematurely up,
For true love like unto
A good wine grows with keeping.
Beaker after beaker might slake youth's fierce thirst but
Full well will spill and spoil all chance
Of your ever realising in maturity
The dark exquisite pleasures of my subtle richness
Warm to your yearning mouth
South spreading in suffusion.

Thanks for reading. Make moderately merry, S ;-)