>>324959>>324962Homer never existed. Omeros/Homerus was a group of men whose purpose was psychological control through making popular narrative propaganda (be a good serf, seek glory in war and die). Even the historicity of the dramatic matter of the poems themselves was long ago called into question by certain Greeks (eg, Herodotus). And the issue of the creation of the Homeric canon remains controverted because really there is no-one who knows exactly when these spoken war fables first entered broad consciousness, let alone when they would have been compiled into one lettered system and from there having discovered pockets of literate readership that could have memorized them. Because of this, the belief in the wide dispersal of these poems on the assumed strength of an earlier unattested oral tradition should be doubted.
>Even written books are a mental crutch compared to rote memorized poetic epics. The ancients looked at the proliferation of books with suspicion.There’s no evidence for any of this. Again, how many had the intelligence or education to actually memorize “poetic epics” composed in high literary ionic greek in any appreciable length? And why would ancient man have viewed the proliferation of nonfiction written material with suspicion? Besides have you ever studied the Homeric poems in Greek? They are an absolute narrative mess that feel like a patchwork of disconnected thoughts, varied language styles, illogical plot-lines, all made to agree with one another under an umbrella of obsessive thematic enforcement of the virtues of war. Does not our own modern day give proof of the true character of the homeric mythologies in that they are still being used to sell the praises of war to young men? It is this irresponsible dramatic focus placed by Homer on celebrating the “glories” of war that has always put me off of him. But instead of here quoting directly from “Homer” in evidence of my argument (which I won’t do, as I feel he/they were propagandists), examine by comparison some passages from out of the mock epic of the Batrachomyomachia (Frog-Mouse-Fight), which features an astonishingly similar writing style. This first passage homerically copies the tone of a human war-leader when delivering a speech, but instead of a man addressing his troops, it is a frog addressing a group of frogs after having been charged with the murder of the mouse prince:
“μεμφομένων δʼ αὐτῶν Φυσίγναθος εἶπεν ἀναστάς·
Ὦ φίλοι οὐκ ἔκτεινον ἐγὼ μῦν, οὐδὲ κατεῖδον
ὀλλύμενον· πάντως δʼ ἐπνίγη παίζων παρὰ λίμνην,
νήξεις τὰς βατράχων μιμούμενος· οἱ δὲ κάκιστοι
νῦν ἐμὲ μέμφονται τὸν ἀναίτιον·”
And of them having blamed, Physignathos having risen did say:
O friends, I did not kill the mouse, nor did I see him ruined.
But entirely he was drowned playing beside the lake,
having imitated the swimmings of frogs. But they those most evil mice
do now accuse me innocent.
And here the end of the war is relayed when Zeus sends in an army of crabs to scatter the conquering mice:
“Ἦλθον δʼ ἐξαίφνης νωτάκμονες, ἀγκυλοχεῖλαι,
λοξοβάται, στρεβλοί, ψαλιδόστομοι, ὀστρακόδερμοι,
ὀστοφυεῖς, πλατύνωτοι, ἀποστίλβοντες ἐν ὤμοις,
βλαισοί, χειλοτένοντες, ἀπὸ στέρνων ἐσορῶντες,
ὀκτάποδες, δικάρηνοι, ἀχειρέες, οἱ δὲ καλεῦνται
καρκίνοι, οἵ ῥα μυῶν οὐρὰς στομάτεσσιν ἔκοπτον
ἠδὲ πόδας καὶ χεῖρας· ἀνεγνάμπτοντο δὲ λόγχαι.
τοὺς δὴ ὑπέδεισαν δειλοὶ μύες οὐδʼ ἔτʼ ἔμειναν,
ἐς δὲ φυγὴν ἐτράποντο· ἐδύετο δʼ ἥλιος ἤδη,
καὶ πολέμου τελετὴ μονοήμερος ἐξετελέσθη.”
And suddenly did come grieve-backed, bent-lipped,
crooked-stepped, twisted, nipper-mouthed, shell-skinned,
bone-natured, broad, shining in shoulders,
curved, lip-stretching, seeing from out of the chests,
eight-footed, two-headed, handless, they who are called
crabs, they who then did strike the tails of the mice with their mouths
and feet and claws. And the lances [of the mice] were bent.
Now the craven mice feared them nor did still they remain,
yet they were turned into flight. And already the sun was plunged,
and the one-day-long end of the war was completed.
This is roughly what Homeric greek feels like. It’s highly verbal, constantly shifting back and forth between dialogue of angry warring parties, drenched in scenes of brutal fighting, ultimately teaching little else save the glorification of irrationality and warfare. How anyone ever took these poems as patterns instructive of an ideal in early learning is beyond me. I feel like in resisting homeric literature I can summon the line of Circe who when speaking of Odysseus’ immunity to her spells said: “σοὶ δέ τις ἐν στήθεσσιν ἀκήλητος νόος ἐστίν” , that is: in breasts for thee is a certain unenchanted mind.