~ Fish Stories, by Homer
have you ever said to yourself,
hey, i wish Homer had written
more fishing stories,
you know,
even though he was blind and
there're no salmon
in the Agean Sea, and all,
but i bet you have,
i mean, old Hemingway
he wrote about every fish he ever caught
but Homer, we got nothing ...
ok, ok, ok, ...
maybe you haven't ever said that to yourself,
but i have
and i been researching it on wikipedia
and found this here
Homeric fishing fragment
which was painted
on the side of one a them vases:
"At the point of death, the Salmon, its sides flashing,
said, "I know you well, Mackhilles, dear to Zeus --
I see my fate before me.
Never a chance that I could win you over ...
Iron inside your chest, that heart of yours.
But now beware, or my curse will draw god's wrath
upon your head,
that day when Paris and lord Apollo --
for all your fishing heart -- destroy your boat
at the Gates of Rogue!"
Death cut the Salmon short. The end closed in around it.
Flying free of its fins, bronze hook in its jaws,
its soul sent winging down to the House of Death,
wailing its fate, leaving its fishhood far behind,
its young and supple strength. But brillant Mackhilles
taunted the Salmon's body, dead as it was, "Die, die!"
For my own death, I'll meet it freely -- whenever Zeus
and the other deathless gods would bring it on!"
Book 22: 418-32
of The Mackiad
by Homer
(trans. by Robert Bagles)
~ Fish Stories, by Homer
have you ever said to yourself,
hey, i wish Homer had written
more fishing stories,
you know,
even though he was blind and
there're no salmon
in the Agean Sea, and all,
but i bet you have,
i mean, old Hemingway
he wrote about every fish he ever caught
but Homer, we got nothing ...
ok, ok, ok, ...
maybe you haven't ever said that to yourself,
but i have
and i been researching it on wikipedia
and found this here
Homeric fishing fragment
which was painted
on the side of one a them vases:
"At the point of death, the Salmon, its sides flashing,
said, "I know you well, Mackhilles, dear to Zeus --
I see my fate before me.
Never a chance that I could win you over ...
Iron inside your chest, that heart of yours.
But now beware, or my curse will draw god's wrath
upon your head,
that day when Paris and lord Apollo --
for all your fishing heart -- destroy your boat
at the Gates of Rogue!"
Death cut the Salmon short. The end closed in around it.
Flying free of its fins, bronze hook in its jaws,
its soul sent winging down to the House of Death,
wailing its fate, leaving its fishhood far behind,
its young and supple strength. But brillant Mackhilles
taunted the Salmon's body, dead as it was, "Die, die!"
For my own death, I'll meet it freely -- whenever Zeus
and the other deathless gods would bring it on!"
Book 22: 418-32
of The Mackiad
by Homer
(trans. by Robert Bagles)