Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Preface
- The Voyage into Night
- 1 Ariel
- 2 The Serpent
- 3 The Hidden Continents
- 4 The Foundation
- 5 The Light of Darkness
- Selected diary entries for the period during the composition of The Quest for Gold
- Punishment for the Transgressors
- Symbols of Creation and Destruction
- Appendix Revised versions of two poems
- Platesection
Punishment for the Transgressors
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Preface
- The Voyage into Night
- 1 Ariel
- 2 The Serpent
- 3 The Hidden Continents
- 4 The Foundation
- 5 The Light of Darkness
- Selected diary entries for the period during the composition of The Quest for Gold
- Punishment for the Transgressors
- Symbols of Creation and Destruction
- Appendix Revised versions of two poems
- Platesection
Summary
Actaeon and Marsyas pose the question
Of why gods so savagely guard their domains
From wanton and unwanted transgressions
Where no laurels crown the victor
Where trespassers fall to silent martyrdom
See Marsyas torn from his skin
By calculating Apollo
Actaeon pulled down by Artemis' driven hounds
His stag's head pointing to the psychological
For this is no youthful artist's vision
Not by accident did ancient Titian wield his brush
Clear sighted and unblurred
By gods, madonnas, satyrs and martyrs
Tuned to his most sombre meditation
Sated by colours and flesh enough to feast voluptuaries
Turned to nature seen by candlelight
To its flickering wavering silence
To the raging emptiness of its storms
Thus Holy places are approached
Out of time
Not through acts of pilgrimage,
Yearnings for deliverance and sacrifices
They are slipped into sideways
By stealth, concentration and accident
Fallen into when we are exhausted
When we encounter the eternal moment
Where laughing, crying and confused
We catch hold of the unholdable
And fall out again.
Then how grey the world appears in vain swept November
After we dutifully took our dose of culture
Lingering as students or tourists over paintings
Of doe-eyed virgins and scarcely digested mythologies
Which touch us not
When our city madness passes for sanity
In its restlessness and acts of acquisition
This is the Apollonian order
Against which Marsyas offended
Through freedom of spirit and absence of institution
Forming art from castoffs
And to Apollo we pay homage
After him turning butchery to an art
Playing the eternal game of stags and wolves
Passing over the holy grounds which haunt us still
Where Artemis and Apollo preside as the royal pair
So we recoil from these connections
From the closeness of creation to destruction
Unable to hold them together in one ground
As projections of man's mind
When it is the inner storm by which we a torn
As guardian of our own recesses and powers
Like adult primitives afraid of fire
Caught between madness and crucifixion
Always preferring the Pantheons
To freedom from gods
22.9.84
Finishing that book (by Kerényi) has left my head whirling. Especially putting my thoughts down to Peter. The essential impression from the book is that the Greeks created their literature and art and architecture out of a direct communion with the gods which gave everything a meaning and a form.
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- The Quest for Gold , pp. 161 - 170Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2016