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Meanwhile on Earth's surface, the crops have gone dormant without Demeter's blessings and the humans are suffering from a blighted world with no food, no forests, and no way to keep their families alive. They pray to Zeus to save them as they begin to die of starvation and cold. Finally Zeus decides to step in, so he goes to Hades and tells him to release Persephone. Hades agrees, but says the deal is off if Persephone eats anything before leaving. Then Hades throws a huge feast in honor of Persephone's return to Earth.... not telling her of the deal breaker if she eats. During the feast, Persephone relaxes her resolve and eats six pomegranate seeds. With this trickery Hades has his bride for life. Yet Demeter is just as adamant that she's going on strike unless she has her daughter back. Zeus resolves the conflict by having Persephone live half the year in the underworld as Hades queen, (one month for each pomegranate seed eaten) and the other six months she is free to return to her mother on Earth. When Persephone is on Earth with her mother, the earth blooms, crops grow, and we have the seasons of spring and summer. When she returns to Hades, Demeter lets the crops die, trees loose their leaves, and fall and winter arrive. That's how the ancient Greeks explained the seasons.
|Used tea bags line the pages which are cut with windows|
A red silk spine piece connects each page spread
|Cut windows are strung with cotton threads through which weave the poem|
The poem was letterpress printed onto handmade paper with 10-point Sans Serif font. Then the poem was cut into strips, with each line on a separate paper strip. The paper strips were then woven into the threads within the windows so the poem reads as if it is a weaving.
Myths have the tendency to address more than one area of the human condition. In the myth of Persephone and Hades, there are several issues which relate to human nature. The poem, Persephone's Soliloquy and Defense is one aspect of how this myth touches on issues still pertinent today.
Persephone's Soliloquy and Defense
How did I come to this darkness?
A man stole me from flowered fields,
in an iron chariot he looked at me
with empty eyes. Oh gray doom!
For what do you owe me this pain?
Many women live in shadowed prisons
serving, but yearning for beloved fields.
Yet I am not woman of mortal stock.
Alas, what is the fate of a goddess?
(she eats a seed from a pomegranate.)
How I hunger for light, for warmth
not for love. In Love's bottomless pool
I am drowning. (She takes another seed.)
Oh what vital juice, filling me with the heat I lack.
Tiny beads of garnet, I shall have bliss
twice at once. (She eats two seeds.)
What do I do with the finished flesh?
Swallow to avoid unsightly mess.
(Persephone sucks another seed.)
The color of a poppy, the taste of wine-
juice makes crimson my lips.
(She puts a sixth seed on her tongue.)
such a succulent gift from earth.
Harvest, how I miss my mother
like hunger that is lost forever.
This fruit is like her, nourishing.
But how does this ripe fruit grow
when I hear nothing grows on Earth?
Tis not fruit! Tis Hades!
(She drops the red-skinned pome.)
King of Death, how dare you
test upon me and hit my weakest mark
to damn me to a cursed life!
Zeus, I beg, let ignorance be my alibi.
I blame you for keeping me down so long,
that I withered like a droughted flower.
Shall I suffer from your cold neglect?
Dear Father, bend the rules for me,
daughter of Demeter.
Her sadness strips the olive trees
and turns green grass to straw,
Apollo takes the sun home early
due to the barren sight he saw.
Yes, spare me for my mother,
for her despair kills the grain.
Ah, your worshippers also suffer
as they starve and die as mortals do.
Grant me acquittal, to save the favored
before your gloried temples crumble,
for I will rule forever among the dead.
Yet, you will rule oblivion.
Strike me a compromise, for I did not
complete the crime of an underworld feast.
I will love Hades six months a year
for every seed resting inside of me.
But when the day and night reach
perfect harmony, set me free
so your mortals reap the harvest bounty.
There are so many wonderful myths. Which are your favorites?