The Story Of The Illiad Flashcards
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This is where you’re hiding. Paris is looking for you
Helen: He knows where to find me
Yes, always here in this room always stitching. What is it anyways, some kind of map or story?
It speaks for itself doesnt it?
Yes it speaks like the woman who makes it but what does it say?
Helen: greeks here
With their long hair, dark ships camped on the beaches
Helen: trojans here
Glittering troy
And war in between
Heres a man skewering a man through the lungs with a spear, and guts spilling out. And someones sliced in half by a chariot wheel. You have an eye for detail no doubt about that
Ten years a student, and a grandstand view
Is this me? It is me isnt it? Holding Astyanax- I like the cute smile youve stitched on his little face. And hector standing behind. Why is his sword drawn
Protection. Love?
And none of your buisness actually but where are you in all this? Wheres Helen?
Its unfinished
Of course how could it be complete without the worlds most beautiful woman since the beginning of time?
So where you would position me?
If we trojans win youll be here, a princess of Troy, my sister in law, blowing kisses from the balcony onto the jubilant crowd below. If we greeks triumph youllbe over there the rescued queen carried home on a float showered with jasmine and myrtle wearing my jewels i suppose
Was paris really asking for me, or is this you, out hunting?
I know exactly where you fit in on the arm of whichever man gives the victory speech, and with a cemetery in the background downwind
I was a wife in greece now im a wife in troy
Youve been sleeping with men since the age of ten that much is well known
I was raped on a riverbank that much is well known
Youll do anything a man asks thats why they are all cuckoo for you
No man has ever asked me for anything
When you walk in a room the men smell sex, the women smell death
No the women smell sex- thats why they detest me. The men smell death, and it smells exciting, because it smells like war. They smell meat, blood
You bring out something bitter and vulgar in me
Youre a good woman andromache. Married to a good man. The tapestry says as much doesn’t it. Just frightened. Fear, thats your scent
Ivory?pearl? No, whiter than that. Whiter than white. There wasnt enough whiteness in the known world to stitch her into this scene- thats what they’ll say. Not in the whitest lead, not in sugar or chalk, not in moonlit water, in the crocus, the lily, in all the snow on the peak of olympis… Delicate. Brittle. White faced helen behind her white veil. Wedded to troy, wearing her wedding dress? Or in mourning for Greece?
I come from sparta where the soil it red
The spil is red wherever ypu walm wherever you lie down. The family are waiting to eat go to the table sit at your husbands side.
