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Metamorphoses

by

Leon Katz


 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

EPISODE ONE: CREATION 6

EPISODE TWO:  THE CHILDREN OF URANUS 8

EPISODE THREE: THE KILLING OF URANUS 11

EPISODE FOUR: THE BIRTH OF ZEUS 14

EPISODE FIVE:  THE DETHRONEMENT OF CRONUS 21

EPISODE SIX: ZEUS RULES OLYMPUS 28

EPISODE SEVEN:  THE FLOOD 34

EPISODE EIGHT:  ECHO AND NARCISSUS 40

EPISODE NINE:  IO 47

EPISODE TEN:  PERSEPHONE 58

EPISODE ELEVEN:  CUPID AND PSYCHE 71

EPISODE TWELVE:  THESEUS AND THE MINOTAUR 78

EPISODE THIRTEEN:   ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE 83

 



EPISODE ONE: CREATION

 

VOICE

Dark, empty and still,

Night, forever night,

And out of the still and the dark,

On wings as black as black,

Chaos, eddying, churning,

Chaos, beating its wings,

Broods over nothing, envelops

The silence, the empty night.  

And out of the nothing comes,

Slowly, slowly, she,     

Gaea, the Mother of All,

The Mother of Earth to be.

 

Greatest goddess of all,

Slowly in sleep brings forth

The first of the gods who will rule

From the heavens over the deep.

 

GAIA

I bear you, Uranus, child,

 

VOICE

Spoke Gaea, Mother of All.

 

GAIA

Tearing you out of me,

Giving you part of my life.

I hurl you high above,

And make the sky your throne,

And there you will rule as God,

Turn Chaos into Law,

And darkness into light.

 

VOICE

Uranus, baby still,

On the heels of hurrying Time

Grows large and larger until,

As vast as the scale of heaven,

He glances down from above,

And notes the Earth below.

Noting, he falls in love,

And filled with tenderness,

He showers it with rain,

And Gaea, blessed, replete,

Bears flowers and fruit and trees.

 

And the rain of the God makes rivers

Flow into the hollows of earth,

And swell into lakes and seas

Bordering pleasant plains

And mountains, meadows and woods.

 

But far below the earth,

As distant from the earth

As earth is from the sky,

The God of the heavens builds

The gloomiest place of all,

The terrible Tartarus.

 

And she, great Mother Earth,

In the fullness of her time,

Bears him, the Monster-God,

Monster of earth and sky,

Four giant monster sons,

One with a hundred hands,

And three wild Cyclopes

Each with a single eye

Implanted in his head.

And Uranus, Monster God,

Loathing his monster sons,

Seizes them one by one

And sets them to monstrous tasks.

They sweat, they hate, they groan,

For aeons slave away,

Labor at their tasks

For their monster Father-God.



EPISODE TWO:  THE CHILDREN OF URANUS

 

VOICE

Then one of the Cyclops cried

Out of his pain and rage:

 

CYCLOPS ONE

We build these mighty walls

For whom? - for him we hate,

Prisoners to him,

Destroyer of our days.

 

CYCLOPS TWO

We'll build for him no more!

Brothers, throw down your tools!

And you with the hundred hands,                       

Make weapons of these tools,

Swords and pikes and spears,

And we, the Cyclopes,

Each with his one eye,

Will find him out, and you,

With all your hundred hands

Will strike and jab and chop

And spear him till he's dead.

 

HUNDRED HANDS

And then?

 

CYCLOPS TWO

And then we'll rule

The sky and the earth below,

And rule as a tyrant band

Worse than the one we kill.

 

VOICE

And Hundred Hands is thrilled:

 

HUNDRED HANDS

Oho!  What lovely words!

What charming, charming thoughts!

I'll make the swords and pikes,

And from a hundred sides

I'll poke and rip and tear

Until the tyrant lies

Bloodied to his toes

Across the bloody sky.

 

VOICE

And Cyclops Two agrees:  

 

CYCLOPS THREE

Lovely, lovely thoughts!

Brothers, are we one?

 

VOICE

And all cry out,

 

ALL

We're one!

 

CYCLOPS ONE

Brothers! Give me your hands!

 

VOICE

Orders Cyclops One.

But Hundred Hands, nonplussed:

 

HUNDRED HANDS

All hundred?  Well, I'll try.

 

(They clasp hands in brotherhood, hundred hands with as many as he can manage.)

 

VOICE

And now for many nights,

The rebel sons climb up

To heaven silently.

They urge him, Hundred Hands,

A weapon in each one,

To move, go forward, go,

But he does not, cannot see.

 

The three, the one-eyed brothers,

Squint their single eyes,

Make out their monster Father

Sleeping in his bed.

But oh! they do not see

That one eye of the God

Is opened wide and watching,

And one ear, listening, hears

The breath of Father-fear.

 

A shout, and Hundred Hands

Attacks before, behind,

Above, below, he jabs

And smites and stabs and strokes,

But Monster-Father-God,

With magic in his limbs,

Feints, and veers, and ducks,

Until the brothers writhe

Below the Father's foot,

And Hundred Hands is robbed

Of weapons from each one,

And, paralyzed, lies gasping,

Helpless, on his back.

 

URANUS

Vile and stupid traitors

To my blood and throne,

And miserable soldiers,

Hopeless, every one,

No vengeance is too cruel,

No punishment too vile,

To match betrayal of

My love, my care, my labor

For my children's good.

You, monster with the hands,

And you, with single eyes,

Will forever suffer

In the pit of Tartarus.

I hurl you from the heavens

To the loathsome place

Where misery and want

Forever, for your crime,

Will be your punishment.

 

VOICE

Hurling sons with curses,

They fall and fall and fall,

Nine days they fall from heaven,

From heaven down to earth,

And nine days more from earth

To blackest Tartarus.

And there in rage and shame

They groan and bite their arms,

And strike at one another

For aeon after aeon,

Howling their despair.


 

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