Salmoneus and the Poets: Poetry in a World of Violence Travis Poling A reading from the book, Gods, Demigods and Demons:1Salmoneus, King of Elis and brother of Sisyphus, shared his elder brother’s contempt for the gods. Salmoneus grew so arrogant that he commanded his subjects to address him as “Zeus.” To validate his claim to divine honors, he clanged iron pots together calling it thunder and hurled torches into the night sky to mimic lightning. Zeus, of course, viewed such pretensions with enormous displeasure, which he expressed by hurling a thunderbolt at Salmoneus, killing him instantly. After his death, Salmoneus was consigned to a part of Hades near where his brother, Sisyphus, was undergoing his own special torment. As Salmoneus observed his brother’s ordeal, turnspit demons were basting him over a flame so that he sizzled through eternity as his brother eternally rolled his rock. This story2 shows us how Salmoneus, who “hurled torches into the night sky,” might serve as a metaphor for the poet in a world of violence. Through his action of launching light through the darkness, this king was doing more than assaulting an already angry god. He was asserting his vision of a world without violence sanctioned from above and allowing others to share in what he saw: that the gods of violence are always a threat to human sensibilities. It is true that this king claimed divinity for himself, but so too do poets, and all mortals, at least to the extent that humans can be divine—that is, to live in the image of the One who created us. But Zeus did not create the people of Greece. He merely ruled over them like an angry father, much like human distortions of the God of Abraham, Jesus, and Mohamed, as the one who could be called Mighty Destroyer. Zeus represents here the spirits of outrage, hatred, slavery, torture, retribution, and war. Salmoneus, like the poet, is one who knows the truth, that such power can only take the god so far, and so challenges Mount Olympia with flame and iron, symbols of light and strength crafted by human hands. Being a god of quick tempers, Zeus lashes out with lightning, a real threat to human flesh, leaving Salmoneus victim to the spirits of violence. And the dead king’s suffering does not end there. He is sentenced to helplessly watch his brother Sisyphus, enslaved for his own challenge to the gods, roll a boulder uphill, only to have it tumble back down each time he nears the summit. Simultaneously, Salmoneus himself is tortured, in tragic irony, in flame upon an iron rod. Poetry enables vision, a particular way of seeing the world as it truly is. It removes the mask that humanity dons to hide from the gravity of life amidst doldrums, brokenness, anxiety, violence, and death and reveals the bitter—and the joyous—truth: we are alienated yet united, unfeeling yet tearful, frightened yet courageous, violent yet loving, dead yet alive. Life contains all of these dichotomies, and we never know which part of it we will be in next: a new day may bring joy that the pain of yesterday is past, a healthy infant may live through her first night while the next may perish before he is born, and a hurricane may come one day and the full sun the next. Life is unstable and unpredictable, for that is what vibrancy is. If life were the same thing continually, there would be nothing vibrant about anything. We would cease to seize the day and begin to let it drop through our ever weakening hands; or, in the case of the suffering brother of Salmoneus and all poets, off our eternally aching backs. For Zeus, for the spirits that feed on flesh, this is power. And so the poet, the artist and lover of life, lives to hurl flame into the deep darkness where violence reigns and lightning sings terror in the heart of the earth. But this flame is not the fire of the arsonist threatening heaven. It is the light that shines in the darkness. And the darkness will never overcome it, as...
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