Homer's Rhapsodes, or “Don't blame the singer!”
Rhapsode,The word rhapsode [ravidow] is not found in the Iliad or the Odyssey, but it is derived from the verb rapsai [ravaj] meaning to sew or stitch together, and by extension to devise or plan, which neatly describes how Odysseus stitches together the episodes of his odyssey. It survives in the word rhapsody, an episodic instrumental piece favored by Liszt, Brahms, Rachmaninov, and others.1
This fresco from Nestor's Palace at Pylos, where Book 3 of the
Odyssey takes place, shows a rhapsode with his lyre.
minstrel, bard, poet, Singer of Tales2
: all these epithets3
denote Homer and other singers of epics. Possessed of phenomenal memories and Herculean stamina, they chanted the deeds of heroes and the interventions of the gods, their only accompaniment the lyre and a bottomless cup of wine. Their audiences ranged from beggars to kings. Their stories, stripped of their music, continue to enchant us as literature. Sometimes blind, and often illiterate, the rhapsodes were the DJs of the ancient world.
What do we do at a party? Eat and drink, sing and dance, of course. That hasn't changed in 110 generations. Only a quarter of the way into the first book of the Odyssey, after the necessary invocations, the bard is brought on stage.
And having sated themselves with abundant food and drink, they
turned their attention to entertainment of other kinds:
singing and dancing, the ideal accompaniment to a feast. A
herald then fetched the well-tuned lyre for the hands of Phemius, a
bard compelled to perform for the suitors; and setting in motion the
strings of the lyre, he began to sing his enchanting song.
Odyssey, 1:150-155, tr. Lawrence Sisk
While the suitors are listening to Phemius (the voice), Telemachus is engaged in conversation with Athena, who has appeared in the guise of the Taphian general Mentes. Claming to be an old friend of Odysseus, Mentes advises Telemachus on how to deal with the suitors and where he might hear tidings of his missing father. After calling an assembly of the citizens of Ithaca, where he will present his suit against the suitors, Telemachus is to hire a ship and go to visit Nestor and Menelaus. Athena/Mentes then departs and Telemachus rejoins the suitors in the hall.
He found them sitting in silence, listening as the famous
bard sang a song of the wretched Achaeans' struggle to make it
home from the battle at Troy, enjoined by Pallas Athena.
Up in the women's quarters, prudent Penelope, daughter of
Icarius, heard, and her heart was moved by the inspired song.
Then from her chambers above she began to descend the staircase,
not unaccompanied, but attended by two of her handmaids.
When she had entered the hall where the suitors were gathered, she stood by a
column supporting the sturdy roof, flanked by her handmaids,
holding a glistening head-scarf to veil her lovely face.
Then, with a handmaid on either side to give her support, she
mastered her tears and began to address the god-like bard:
"Phemius, surely you know a number of other delightful
songs you might sing of the deeds of famous men and of gods;
sing one of those as you sit entertaining these men who are drinking their
wine in silence. But cease this woeful, depressing song of the
wretched Achaeans—it greatly distresses the heart in my breast!
Sorrow has been my constant companion, never relenting, for
ever I feel the loss of my husband, remembering the face of the
noble hero renowned throughout Hellas and middle Argos."
But contradicting her, bold Telemachus answered in these words:
"Why now, my Mother, are you reluctant to let the worthy
bard entertain as his mind directs him? Don't blame the singer!
If anyone is to blame, I suppose it is Zeus, for you know that he
gives to men who must toil for their bread, and to each as he wills.
Spare us your righteous indignation, Mother, and let the
bard sing the evil fate of the Danaans; for men will applaud most
warmly the song that falls on the ears with the greatest novelty.
It would behoove you, too, to take heart and summon the courage to
listen; for not only brave Odysseus suffered the loss of his
homecoming day, but many others were lost at Troy.
Go back upstairs now and mind your own business—the work of the loom and the
distaff—and see that the housemaids attend to their chores. Leave to the
men—and especially to me—the words and the speeches, for I am the
voice of authority now in this house and the head of the household."
Odyssey, 1:325-359, tr. Lawrence Sisk
Here Homer takes on the role of playwright, and this dramatic passage shows both his ability to make us visualize and his capacity to explore complex human relationships. Most striking are the changing dynamics between the mother and son, but Homer also gives us a glimpse into the uncertain estate of an artist.
Phemius is working for the suitors, perforce performing in the great hall of Telemachus and Penelope. His song must surely be more to the suitors' taste than to the family of the missing-in-action Odysseus. Having drunk much wine, the suitors have tactlessly demanded a "song of the wretched Achaeans' struggle to make it home from the battle at Troy." Listening from her private quarters, Penelope finds it offensive and depressing. Instead of sending one of her maids with a message, she makes a personal appearance, exerting her authority over her home. When her son, just come to manhood, overrules and rebukes her, she returns to her room to weep for her lost husband.4
Her appearance provokes an uproar among the suitors, which Telemachus attempts to calm by calling for a return to the song:
At that the suitors erupted, filling the shadowy hall with their
uproar, for each of them lusted to lie by her side in the bed; but
being a young man of sound understanding, Telemachus said to them:
"My mother's suitors, stifle your overweening wanton
hubris, and let us continue amusing ourselves with feasting.
How good it is for us all to listen raptly to such a
bard as this man, who in beauty of voice resembles the gods!
Odyssey, 1:365-371, tr. Lawrence Sisk
Telemachus chooses the moment to announce his intention of calling the suitors to account at the assembly on the following morning. He is answered by Antinous, and a short debate ensues—a preview of what will be said on the morrow, when both have more energy and a larger audience. For the moment they go back to the entertainment.
Throughout this dramatic scene, Phemius remains ready to break off and resume his song, or even to change his tune if required. What might have happened if Telemachus had not reversed his mother's command? Whom would Phemius obey—the mistress of the house or the unpredictable suitors? Rude as Telemachus rebuke of his mother may seem, it may have saved the skin of the bard. Telemachus will save him again at the end of the Odyssey with words similar to "Don't blame the singer!"
When Phemius turns up again in Book 22 he is in much worse trouble. Odysseus has finally returned to Ithaca and, with his son Telemachus, dispatched the audacious suitors to Hades. As they are rounding up the servants who cooperated with the suitors, Phemius decides he had better plead for his life, having entertained the enemy in the house of the king. He may be blessed by the gods with a special gift, but his life is in jeopardy.
Phemius the bard, son of Terpes, was hoping he might yet avoid dark death,
for the suitors had often compelled him to entertain them.
Standing apart, near the back door, his resonant lyre in his hands, he
weighed out his options but couldn't decide whether he should run from the
great hall and head toward the well-built altar of Zeus—where Odysseus,
son of Laertes in times past had so often burned the thigh-bones of
oxen—or whether he ought to run right up to Odysseus and
clasp both his knees in supplication, begging for mercy.
As he debated himself, it seemed that the best course of action was
running right up to Odysseus and clasping his knees in entreaty, and
that's what he did. Laying the hollow lyre on the ground,
right between the wine-mixing bowl and the silver-studded
chair, he rushed up to great Odysseus and, taking hold of his
knees, he began supplicating the king with winged words.
"I kneel to you, Odysseus: have mercy upon me and spare me!
Afterward, you yourself will suffer much grief if you kill a
bard, for you know that I sing for the gods as well as for men.
I am self-taught, and god has planted songs of all kinds in my
heart, so that I was fit to sing for you and the gods.
Don't be so eager to slay me by cutting my throat, my Lord.
Telemachus, your beloved son, is my witness that I never
came to your house on my own seeking gain, but the suitors forcibly
brought me here to sing for them after they had dined.
Being more numerous and stronger, they brought me under compulsion."
That's what he said, and divine Telemachus overheard him and
turned to his father in haste and called out to him nearby:
"Hold back, and do not strike with your bronze sword, for this man is
Odyssey, 22: 330-356, tr. Lawrence Sisk
The key phrase in this passage is : aytodjdaktow d'ejmj.
"I am self-taught." Phemius
avers that his musical talent is a gift from the gods, implying that to kill him will be a sin. He says this while clasping the king's knees—an act of abject humility—but clearly warning Odysseus that even kings have to pay for rash acts that offend the gods.
The notion that musical ability is a special gift goes back to the beginnings of civilization. Most of us have known someone who could play the piano beautifully without ever having had a lesson. No one has ever satisfactorily explained how it happens that a person is born with such ability. We simply say that such a one is gifted. Sometimes these musicians never learn to read musical notation, but they have great memories and can improvise, the same gifts that Phemius had. Sometimes, like Ray Charles or Stevie Wonder, these artists have a disability.
The other rhapsode named in the Odyssey is Demodocus (people enchanter), the bard-in- residence at the court of Alcinous, King of the Phaeacians. Blind Demodocus must be led to his post by a herald. Homer has traditionally been portrayed as blind, and some have suggested that Demodocus is a self-portrait.
Alcinous: "Summon the bard, the divine Demodocus,
who has been granted the gift of song by the gods to amuse us in
whatever way his heart and his spirit may move him to sing. . ."
Then came the herald, leading from not far away the beloved
bard, whom the muse had favored with both good and bad: for though she had
blinded his eyes, she had granted to him the gift of sweet song.
For him then Pontonus set out a silver-studded chair in the
midst of the guests at the banquet, placing it right by a pillar,
so he could hang the resonant lyre on a peg just above his
head and easily reach up his hand to find it; the herald
placed a bread-basket on a beautiful table beside him as
well as a cup of wine he might sip when the spirit moved him.
[Hands were extended to grasp the good cheer prepared and served; and
when they had sated themselves with abundant food and drink, the]
muse then began to urge the bard to sing of the fame of
men—a song whose fame had reached all the way to heaven—of
how Odysseus had quarreled with Peleus' son Achilles, and
how they had argued so vehemently at a sumptuous feast to
honor the gods, and how Agamemnon rejoiced at heart, when the
king of men saw his best soldiers striving among themselves.6
Odyssey, 8: 43-45; 62-78, tr. Lawrence Sisk
At this point Odysseus is still the noble stranger; he will reveal his identity in Book IX when he tells his story. But his response to the singing of the bard nearly gives him away, for he has to struggle to hide his tears and suppress his groans. Hearing the bard sing his own story is just too moving, and he can hardly contain himself. Alcinous tactfully suggests they take a break from the music and engage in athletic contests. This seems to me the antecedent of our practice of going outside after dinner to shoot a few hoops or pass a little ball.
After the games, they all return to the hall for some dancing, and Demodocus is sent for again. It is interesting to observe his dual role as singer of tales and accompaniment to the dance. During the dance he sings a bawdy rendition of illicit love between two gods. Ares (Mars) and Aphrodite (Venus) are having a torrid affair, and her husband Hephaestus (Vulcan) schemes to catch them in the act. He succeeds and holds them up to ridicule by the other gods—all except Hermes (Mercury), who says he would gladly endure the scorn for the pleasure of lying with the goddess of love.7
Odysseus is delighted with the scurrilous song and praises the dancers extravagantly. Alcinous calls for all the guests to reward the discerning stranger with gifts of friendship. After a luxurious bath, Odysseus is dressed in a clean tunic for more feasting. Seated beside the king, he is brought a choice cut of meat, which he promptly passes along to the bard, who has been brought back to entertain at the banquet. After they have eaten, Odysseus praises Demodocus and asks him to resume his song of the sack of Troy, telling the story of the Trojan horse.
Demodocus, by far I exalt you above all mortals.
Either the muse was your teacher, or even Apollo, the son of
Zeus; for you sing so truly the fate of the men of Achaia—
how much they suffered and how they toiled in the trenches—that one might
think you had been there yourself or heard it first-hand from another.
But now move on and sing of the brilliant plan of the horse made of
wooden beams from the ships, which Epeius built with Athena,
which then the god-like Odysseus cunningly brought to the upper
city, stuffed with Achaean soldiers who sacked impregnable Ilion.
If you can tell the story of these things, just as they happened,
then I will not hesitate to declare to all men that that the gods have
given divine inspiration in song to you in full measure.
Odyssey VIII: 487-498, tr. Lawrence Sisk
Odysseus is still concealing his identity, testing the bard. Had Demodocus suspected that the man requesting the song had devised the plan for the Trojan horse, he surely would have felt put on the spot. Undaunted, he proceeds to tell the story, and again Odysseus is overcome by emotion. His tears, sighs, and groans are such that Alcinous tells Demodocus to stop singing. The time has come for the noble stranger to tell his name.
Book IX opens with praise of the host and his bard in preparation for the revelation:
Answering, much-devising Odysseus said to the king:
O Lord Alcinous, exalted above all people, indeed it
is delightful to hear such a wonderful bard as this man,
for he is like the gods in beauty and power of voice.
Moreover, I declare that nothing surpasses the pleasure of
people enjoying themselves at table, seated in proper
order and listening to the bard sing his moving songs,
banqueting in the lord's great hall, where tables are laden with
food and meat, and the wine stewards circulate, pouring wine from the
great mixing bowls into all the drinking cups of the guests.
Nothing could be more lovely than this, so it seems to me.
But since your hearts are now set on hearing the litany of all my
troubles—despite the suffering that I must endure in recounting them—
where shall I now begin to relate them, and where shall I end?
(Seeing the heavenly gods have seen fit to give me so many.)
I shall begin with my name, in order that you may know me, and
understand that while I am fleeing the pitiless day I shall
be unto you the stranger who lives in a home far away.
I am Odysseus, son of Laertes, known to men for all
manner of wiles, and my fame extends to the heavens above.
Odyssey, 9:1-20, tr. Lawrence Sisk
Odysseus is no singer [aojdow]
and—unlike Achilles—he can't play the lyre, but here
begins his account of all his adventures since he left Troy. As reciter of his own odyssey, Odysseus now becomes the rhapsode, upstaging Demodocus, and even Homer.8
1 The word rhapsode [ravidow]
is not found in the Iliad or the Odyssey, but it is derived from the verb rapsai [ravaj]
meaning to sew or stitch together, and by extension to devise or plan, which neatly describes how Odysseus stitches together the episodes of his odyssey. It survives in the word rhapsody, an episodic instrumental piece favored by Liszt, Brahms, Rachmaninov, and others.
2 Alfred B. Lord, The Singer of Tales, Harvard U. Press, 1960.
3 Homeric epithets are usually adjectival: clear-eyed Athena; white-armed Hera; crafty Odysseus; the wine-dark sea; the hollow ships. But they can also be substantive: Odysseus the sacker of cities; Poseidon the earthquaker; Zeus the cloud-gatherer.
4 This passage begs for comment on the role of women in ancient society, but my topic is the life and role of the musician. See Eva Brann, Homeric Moments
(Philadelphia: Paul Dry Books, 2002) for character studies of Penelope and Helen. For a broader discussion of women in Homeric society, I recommend M.I. Finley, The World of Odysseus
(New York Review Books, 1982; 1st ed. 1954), especially chapter 4: Household, Kin, and Community, and specifically pp. 132-133 in chapter 5: Morals and Values. Barry Strauss's The Trojan War: A New History
(Simon & Shuster, 2006) contains much useful information about women in the Bronze Age, and particularly about captive women. Euripides' The Trojan Women
dramatizes the fates of Hecuba, Cassandra, Andromache, and Helen after the fall of Troy. Of course, one can find no more moving representation of a woman's plight than Andromache's monologue in the Iliad
6:407-439; and her lament for Hector, 24:724-744.
5 Compare "Don't blame the singer!" in I: 347.
6 Note that the bracketed lines are in Greek identical to the first two lines of the first quotation. This is an example of how rhapsodes used formulae in composing epics.
7 This lengthy song continues over 115 lines: VIII, 254-369.
￼8 In the Iliad
9:186-191, Achilles is sitting in camp, playing the lyre and singing to his friend Patroclus when an envoy arrives seeking a truce with Agamemnon. On Odysseus as reciter, see Eva Brann, Homeric Moments: Clues to Delight in Reading the
Odyssey and the
Iliad (Philadelphia: Paul Dry Books, 2002) p. 176, et al.
© 2008, Lawrence T. Sisk