Monday, November 16, 2009
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THE CRUELEST MONTH
April is the cruelest month breeding
Lilac out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull root with spring rain
T.S.ELOT
ANCIENTS' REMAINS
K.HASSAN
Baghdad Banquet
K.Hassan
Lilac out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull root with spring rain
T.S.ELOT
ANCIENTS' REMAINS
K.HASSAN
Baghdad Banquet
K.Hassan
THE FIRST TRIAL
It is a mythical reading of Socrates trial.
Kay Hassan
I was proud for having supposed to say- in the court of the city, for the first time, after a long cruel ban."I am Hector
son of
Zeus and Pericles the noblest
man of Athens, and the prominent peer of all elite men of Greece."
In fact I thought for a long while and promoted my oratory skills, and appearance exaggeratedly for many reasons. (Ethically, and Aesthetically I had to display Pericles in his full swing in a city has always highly over esteemed the daily gossips of the women in ,and our sculptors had to see the clearest picture of the young Pericles.)
I was indeed brewed atrociously for the summer event - our grand final of the the year which was to be held under the eyes of the noble men of Athens who were always keen to blend their daily affairs with the gods' court in the sky.
In fact I thought for a long while and promoted my oratory skills, and appearance exaggeratedly for many reasons. (Ethically, and Aesthetically I had to display Pericles in his full swing in a city has always highly over esteemed the daily gossips of the women in ,and our sculptors had to see the clearest picture of the young Pericles.)
I was indeed brewed atrociously for the summer event - our grand final of the the year which was to be held under the eyes of the noble men of Athens who were always keen to blend their daily affairs with the gods' court in the sky.
They lifted
our ambition up
beyond the visible limits with
divinely belief which mattered in
their prospective to magnify the
gallantry and valor of the city,in order
to maintain at all levels the
fortune and dignity of Athenians' first citizens,
under the gods' eyes.However, awkwardly, during those days it looked all my skills and
family's heritages were merged with their unlimited desires.. .
I remember many things in the court: The fresh
air of the morning, particularly, lacked the odor of
our national floral emblem - flowers of desires : Jasmine, asphodel and narcissus of Elysian fields, however, it was
not the right season for such exotic species.Instead withered flowers, nestled midst the yellow grass and barbed herbs, by the parlor and around the fence , struggling desperately in different ways to stay alive . I had tried
to hide my real face, watching secretly the great men of Athens, the renown
ones - the closest to the gods' throne-
court.
Anytus son Anthemion , Melletus and Lycon in
particular were sitting next to each other. They drank and set the glasses on
the marble, The guards, further down, were playing with swords and shields, while
some little boys in white tunics were sitting angel like on the
stone fence, and gazing stunningly at the adults' holy game. .
The city's
mood was in a great chaos, urging me, in
fact, to loose my nerve, when, my first and foremost duty was to put everything in order. I
was a brilliant general of Athens , somehow was a legend of city's war
as an obscure descendant of Pericles, and additionally having my reputation spread in the country
with a thousand rumors. I was the finest officer who had never given in to the
tyrants, though had no trust in all those hypocrites in the city, including
myself- to face Socrates.
Stately,anyway,
I was now in particular, part of the most grave occasion at Athens’ court
with more than five hundred jurors ; the wealthiest men of the city. They were,
in fact, playing the roles of Magistrates-Judges and
jurors " Dikasts", Local citizens and almost all elite men of
the city were to attend the event. 'I thought
everyone was running late'. For I was greedy and egocentric, looking forward to set
my aims among-st the great lords of
Athens, paving my path
for glory and love. Dikasts were anxious too, to have their great verdict
heard at any cost. (Against someone who dared to ridicule their system of belief.)
The trial,in
fact was behind the scene, where for my surprise, I felt the whole place was haunted by evil souls and everything was sinister about their murmuring voices.Nevertheless I was proud and arrogant, for having yet steadily
stirred the court's mood
to magnify my role; bridging at any cost the gaps between the Socrates' rivals
until, suddenly a huddling
crowed blocked the other side of the court. I was anxious to watch the scene,
when in particular a startling growl
ran through the crowd..... "Socrates...Socrates."
Everyone was stunned , including his accusers
Anytus , Melletus and Lycon, who hid their fear by malicious laughter -I overheard them for a
short while.
"Finally, the city is coming to rest," said Anytus..
" We owe
Zeus a huge sacrifice," said Melletus.
"Ye, you
both right, let me then tell the story," said Lycon, and looked at me
suspiciously.
"This young
general does not know how to play the game," said he Anytus.
"He does
not harm anyone except himself, " said Mellius.
"Better
say; he does not know how enjoy himself ."
Right, I
thought, because I was banned from the enjoyment of the kind, by the family's
tradition...and physically or mentally,
would not feel anything in their type of enjoyment , in the old man's trial. Though somewhat it looked arbitrary, but I had never breached the ban.
Disguised,I thought I was, particularly when
a sweet whisper, breathed in my ear and
mythical-ly sought help for the old man... "Rumors and gossips might bring you down,
son."
Stunned, with a
frozen mind, I snapped. "Aspasia. It is not a right time."
Aspasia, I knew
her voice, and tried my best to dismiss her.
There was a
pause..".Aspasia." I said "Aspasia."
She did not respond, and sooner, I saw the
reason.
She was stricken by Xantippe’s carriage, and
barely could gather herself to blow
storm like. "Zeus, Almighty! Xantippe is alive, isn't she? "
"The
old man will throws you out,
xantippe," said Aspasia.
I knew no one loved the life as much as
Aspasia did, but never was told me why she hated Xantippe. "Get out
of here," I mumbled nervously, but
she showed me how passionate was she to instruct me.
Ironically Aspasia ridiculed many duties
when was alive. "You are jealous,
and don't tolerate, do you?" I said , and thought nastily... based on the
fact that the two stubborn women had
always hated each other. But, instantly,
remembered the Athenians' say.'Only Socratic and Pericles could tolerate Xantippe and
Aspasia."....as if was
probing my head she gasped.
"He is a
man of faith, son, " Aspasia
snapped.
"Who?"
I replied nervously.
"I
talk...you shut your mouth up," said she.
"Hector!Who
do you think, I mean?"
" Alas;
since when have been governed by dead," I mumbled to myself.
"Son, we won't die like commoners," said she.
"Son, we won't die like commoners," said she.
I was, however,
distracted by the view ".Xantippe." I snapped .(For having banned by her husband to attend the court.) Xantippe, the woman of thunder and rain; she was
watching the scene sternly... her faded eyes and lips were no more posing a threat at Socrates . I could not
read on her face anything , except the sadness of a woman who dedicated herself
for her family.There was a narrow alley between us, where through the pro Socrates' citizens walked slowly... midst the hailing crowd- "Kill Socrates - ban Socrates."
Without having
planned for, I set off stepping forward under the cold sun rays to watch the
man more closely. "What a miracle !"
I heard more whispers. And as the
old man neared , the court started
shaking and quaking under his feet, where restlessly we watched him in ,
until he halted ,on his own, looking up for awhile midst the ruthlessness of the chattering crowd.
Mildly, then the
old man smiled. "Hector, look at
the height of the truth" Aspasia squeaked.
"Out of my
sight, woman," I gasped nervously.
"I talk
...you shut up."
"And
see how his divine eyes glowing Ode to
Zeus," said she.
Nevertheless,
arrogantly I had myself desensitised
-blindingly, looking for the evil eyes
in the head of the man to tempt the horde
to scream, together.
"Zeus!…Strike the blasphemer
down."
"None of you could see the real man of Athens,"
screamed Aspasia.
"This man
has deprived people of ; rest, peace, routine, belief and freedom."
"Hector
...Hector, you were named after the mighty Hector."
"Athena says her word."
"No, a
handful of hypocrites are murdering the finest man of Athens.."
......................................................................***
The Magistrates
were satisfied with my services.Actually
have been told "Lead the event as fairly as you can."
"Every one
is against him," said Aspasia." Where are his friend?"
I was wholesome, smart and ambitious, having
inherited from my fathers and Aspasia,
rhetoric, wisdom and courage. I looked at the man's face again , hesitantly murmuring to myself.
"Come on, Hector, he is not Achilles... come on general, it is your day
."
"Look
around yourself, Hector, who do you defend?" said Aspasia.
"You have
no right in my life," I snapped .
"Your ears
and your eyes are corrupted, son, smell those around you."
"Get out of
here, Aspasia."
"I know you
have to fear them," said she.
"I
won't," I said defiantly.
Struck, by my
savage sense, immediately, and smelt around my flesh, the stinking breathe of
the same men who defamed Prickles, and
my mother Aspasia, the brilliant
Milesian hetaera* in Athens, but could not yet give in to her, all the same.
"Get out of
my sight, Aspasia. You are dead," I said again.
"Right...."
"You had let down my father-s." I
screamed.
"Look, how
filthy your language became...I am with them," said she.
"Socrates…wow…for
the god's love, LOOK, son," said
she.
I had not
forgotten the revenge , but not the way Aspasia needed me to.
"Zeus,Almighty, cast a glance at the light stricken, resting
at Elysion Field," she rhymed.
"Oh,
fathers, pray thy, silence
Aspasia." I said, and listened to
Anytus.
"I kept
telling him stay away from my son," said Anytus .
I knew Mellitus
had accused Socrates in the first place for youth corruption.I backed him
stubbornly, until too late, ironically, by
my own, found out was hidden behind his claim.
Hence,
apparently I disappointed all Prickles’ friends, in the first place..
" Zeus Redeemer, You see who accuses the finest man of Athens," Aspasia
bellowed desperately...And with her growl I remembered what I had written to
Xenophon about my view on Socrates."When I loved poems, Aristophanes and
others defamed my father, Prickles. When I loved philosophy, Socrates and
others defamed my father, Zeus.”The man, actually had written to me.. "You have no reason to resent Socrates; you are young
and son of Prickles."
Everyone was
waiting for my speech. I was gazing at the frame of the old man ,down there out
of many. He was weak and ancient; had a skin
of seventy years ...dead in my view, though eyes yet were steadily glowing the spirit of those pious men who never give
in , and as a stubborn flag-bearer keeps his
flag held high in battlefields' sky..
Fragile, though
he was, I have never seen such a strength ... when he moved, I saw an emerald
like shadow of a man had not not been looked after by our wild, nature; yet murmuring Odes to
Wisdom; radiant and aglow,
launching Zeus’ lights, and peace upon the cold place; the dull stone- court of the city.
Stimulated,
thought by the judges growl. "
Hector.Crush him. Crush his cause. " I feared obscure threats,They hailed, and I lost between the
hazy atmosphere.and the squeaks of the
orators -accusers, whom I read in their eyes how dangerously they lacked integrity.
"Crush his
cause "
The man was
still standing by himself farther down our seats, whispering his rage mildly,
midst hypocrites of all kinds. "For history," cynically said
he." You must practice the
κανονικός ' dialogue.' rules, " said he, and prepared to a big
blow. .
"Hold
on,sir, " I said apologetically."We can't start now."
But the old man
ignored my notion, and went on. " You set targets, based on desires, don't
you?Son of wise Pericles ," said he.
"Honor him,
Hector, he is Zeus' tongue on Earth,
" Aspasia said.
"They
accused me of having corrupted Athenian women, and caused the Peloponnesian War, ." said Aspasia.
"I was the
same way without trial exactly for the
same sin?” said she.
"Out of my sight, you are
dead," I screamed.
"I am with
Zeus and Prickles, son," she
replied.
"He denies Zeus, Aspasia," I
screamed.
" He
denies Zeus of hypocrites," said
she.
" There is
one Zeus," I said." And his name
we adore."
"You know nothing, Hector, "
"Mother….." I screamed.
Strange! I saw
flickering lights under the philosopher's feet.
"Keep far
from the juries," the chief magistrates said and nodded to Socrates to move further away from the juries.Probably, I thought he feared the philosopher's charm.
He looked up
through his divine eyes, and doubted
the Chief Magistrate had ever had
a slightest trace of mercy on his preys.
Everyone, trembled. I trembled too, and sunk
in my guilt. The ground quaked under my feet.
"Earthquake!"
someone screamed.
The scream
brought disorder and confusion.
"Nonsense,"
bellowed a vulgar priest."He is an ungrateful impious beast ."
"Talk,
Hector, talk, son of a bitch, you are a half holy," every one screamed.
I was then startled violently by the old man's bravery-
feeling I am not up to any virtue.
"Would you
fellow Athens, let me defend the
truth," Socrates said.
Like a mean pro hypocrites I growled."Hold on,
sophist." ....and asked the magistrates to open the court officially.
"
Shall we start,
sir?" I said.
"You should
have asked earlier . Little Prickles," the Chief Magistrate grunted.
"I was
distracted, sir," I said.
"Who
distracted you, for Zeus' sake?" the Chief Magistrate bellowed,
impenitently.
" We have
ample time."
"No , we
have no time."
"We shall
not let the sophist speak, "said he
privately.
"It is all
about the freedom of speech, sir."
"Not today,
Hector.You'd better quit."
"I won't
unless you force me."
I could not
admit any better. Such a sudden desire , I thought, will bring me
down. Doubtless everyone was watching me, and reminding me of Aspasia's disaster.
I was alone for
a long time.But recently was ,grateful
for having been invited for such a grave event .I had no real friends in
the city.Hence confessed."Aspasia distracts me, sir.'’ I said. He breathed
in relief and looked at me sternly, trying to find more words to humiliate me.
"She destroyed Prickles and seduced Zues. Now it is your turn,
Hector," the Chief Magistrate said.
"I
appreciate your advice, master but she is my holy mother. She talks to
me," I said.
"Doubtless
tries to rescue the old man, through you, Hector."
"I
understand the nature of my task. I had
to pass Zeus’s words as a man not as a priest ,'’ the divine one whispered, and
quite clearly everyone heard his words.
"One of you
willingly, should guard Zeus’ word," said he with a
jubilantly breathe, and nodded to
me to get ready.
"Zues's
word." I whispered to myself, and
told the chief magistrate. "He believes in Him!".....
" Zeus has
heard him. Talk, Hector, talk," the crowd squeaked. "
Zeus hear everyone," I said.
"Not blasphemer."
"It is
Aspasia," the chief magistrate said.
"Aspasia!
Holy Moly," said said.
It was a real
disaster. The crowd started sweeping the air by their hand.
The worst man claimed
to sacrifice Hector to Zeus.
I lost my nerve, and everyone saw my frozen
face. In fact the accusers and witnesses
rushed barbarously and threw me over my place...
"Leave the
court immediately, Hector," said the chief magistrate
I heard him
quite clearly, but refused to obey him. I am as noble as he is, I thought..
"Athenians,
" Socrates said..
"Listen to
me. I am telling you the truth."
The whole crowd roared to silence him.
"I do not
want you to get involved any more, Hector," the jurors said with a roaring
growl.
"You are
wrong, unless having falsified the evidences,"I said, actually, I thought
it must be possible to infer a common intention, as they looked so
awkward in comparison with Socrates..
"Get out of
here, Hector."
"His word
is a curse," the crowed roared.
"You know
nothing," I thundered barbarously to silence the crowd.And as they looked
at me furiously I bellowed again."You know nothing."
..............................................................***
With daggers of tongue, they attacked
Socrates, ; they roared and raged, until the chief magistrate snapped. .
"Order,
order." I was silenced, but would not mind to believe Aspasia had put a curse on me. She had tied
my tongue indeed.I had not obeyed the order, anyway. Socrates halted; he looked
at me and smiled,strangely. I thought he did so, for having noticed in my eyes
the traces of Aspasia. And somehow we
were now silent, and stayed
silent for a long while.
During the
pause,we listened to crickets, frogs, birds and goats on the rocks around the
court's building. And then, someone broke the silence. Socrates walked in his
threadbare clothes, midst a sudden nasty
outburst of jeering laughter. Then there was a silence again . He was looking
forward and around while a yellow snake was crawling midst the juries.
"A miracle
quaked three islands, " An awkward peasant screamed on the fringe of
the court.
"Zeus-
Savior."
"I had
been running for a long time to
bring the news to Athens."
"Go to the
city."
"I could
not find a single man in the city," said he.
"Go back to
where you came from."
" O, men of
Athens ,are you so worriedly scared of a
bare handed old man?" .
" Out of
the city, barbarian," the magistrates screamed.
"I am Greek
not a Barbarian," said he.
"What are
looking for?Money, we give you money, " some citizens screamed cynically.
"No, keep
your money for yourself, and keep Socrates for the city."
"Leave the
city, peasant, he is himself in need to be taught."
"You must
be wrong, Master."
"Why do you
say that, peasant?"
"I say that
because I see with my eyes."
"Tell what
do you see."
"I am
living in far- east- on the caravan roads.Merchants trade gold with Socrates'
aphorisms ," said the peasant.The crowd roared and laughed at the
peasant,the nastiest man, said. "We give you Socrates himself for a piece of silver, peasant,"said the
nastiest man in the city, and pushed the peasant out of the court.
"I have
never seen Athens in such a chaos," said he and went away.
As was listening
to the peasant's growl, I told one of my guards to take care of him. "Take
him home, help him," said I before
the the divine eyes made me swinging with
a blank mind. " Am I, Hector, surrendering
to a true man or a Goddamn, sophist?" I said desperately.
He is graceful in his defeat, I thought, Athens' lads will remember him with authoritative vibrating voice, forever." Speak ..."
says he "Speak, so I may see you," says he.
Yielding, I was yielding further and further, until was passionate to kneel, indeed, in order to
further his cause.
.........................................................................***
No one was
certain about anything , I thought, for a long while, doubtless he distracted the magistrates' focus- that is
why the chief magistrate readied to
escape the inconvenient moments.
"We
are all Athenians- grown up men and he is alone," said he oddly .
" He is not
alone, sir; he has the truth with him,'’ I said .
"The
truth?" he said cynically." Oh, ye... the sophist's truth. "
He kept mocking the old man and looking
at me nastily.
" Is
Hector with him, or with us?"
a murmur ran in the court
"Find your place, son of Aspasia,"
grunted the Chief Magistrate .
"I will
have my place, sir," I said.
He looked disappointed, for having expected me
to beg him.
‘You are
Aspasia’s son, indeed !" he said.
"Oh, yeh. I
am indeed."
"Are you aware of the weight of the accusations this court is heaping upon Socrates' head, " he shrieked.
"Yes, I
am."
"Yes I
am!" snapped he.
"Man, we
set upon him all the city's rage, and
our failures ,"the magistrate
whispered.
"Hector, it
is not too late. Listen to me."
"I am listening to the truth."
Socrates smiled,
and then ironically he advised the chef magistrate to work hard.."Well,if
have worked hard, you will have the
juries released the verdict, by the end
of the day," said he.
"When
Magistrates speak, Sophists shut up."
"Not
Socrates," said the philosopher.
" It has
already been prophesied, "said the
Chief magistrate.
"You
should not have said that, sir. You will
regret it, forever, "I said.
"Really?"
said he.
"He is a
great treasure for Athens,even if we have not recognized him," said I.
" Treasure!
Then I dare say by inference -
justice is useful when money is useless,
and just is not gonna happen," said
he cynically. "I quot from his
quarrels at Agora ...usually his students write or practice his way to
bother the reverend citizens ."
Then, there
again Socrates interfered.
" If a just
man predicted the verdict, it’s better
to send himself to jail instead of the
convicts," said Socrates. I felt the philosopher was scared
of being brought there- to face heads never had tried to perceive the
spirit of justice.
Sumptuously, the
pompous orators lined up upon their waiting for the universal verdict., looking
for a concrete spot to set feet on , but the master Sun- God stayed
silently,and foresaw Mellitus' destiny-
publicly."My ghost will follow you and banish you from the city , Mellitus
of Pithus," said Socrates. Mellitus was shocked, and started reading poems, in his revenge.
"And
my beloved friends by then will have written his own papyrus on his old teacher," said
Socrates." I am Grateful,in advance.."
I knew sooner
how Plato write "None of you, poets of Athens enters the Good City of
philosophy."
I was eager to
tell him. "Oh, young master. You
make the philosopher a leader, in your city . and won't let a poet
write a single song. If you hate
Mellitus, Mellitus is not a poet and if you hate Aristophanes, Aristophanes is
not the whole poems "
" Mellitus,
as Plato says: Having a beak, and long straight hair, and ill grown beard. Does
not mean not to giving him a fair
trial," said Socrates to shock the crowed.
"You dared
corrupt the heads of our youth- and now you send messages to posterity ."
"I sentenced Socrates before you dare to,
" said Socrates.
Immediately, I
felt he had designed his death jubilantly.
" Have you
ever distinguished between Socrates and charlatans.?"the chief magistrate
thundered and covered his face with his hands.
***
Objected, we
roared for a while, however, we could
not do any better.
"That is
their everlasting dilemma, " Plato
said." I dare say: Talk, Master, talk."........
"Who is
Anytus’s son, what is democracy, Tyrannies, gods, corruption, that you accused
me of... then why you stayed silent all
those years... is it a new episode?"said he.
"Could men
of Athens forgive Critias ? It would be the highest possible virtue for man to
forgive."
"That is my
view as philosopher, even if I was condemned for being so."
"Who ever
bestowed upon me the pleasure of philosophy- the gift- I presented it to you,
children of Greece, and I swear to Zeus, had never hidden a slightest knowledge
from you.".....
"For truth
have struggled, sacrificed and fought for many many years."
My mind was enlightened ,he swore to Zeus.
"I am
learning, Aspasia." I murmured.
" It would
be hard to face them here, son."
Aspasia whispered.
"But, I am
ready."
"Let the
mere prophet be on top of very, very many." I screamed, and shrunk in my skin.
"It is the
end of Socrates, but not philosophy’s,
" Socrates, said, before the guards surrounded Socrates' apostles, and drove them away - from him.
****
The jurors were
shouting about the way Litigants limited
their role , by posing conditions on Socrates' speech, in advance,
"We do not
listen to his sophistic gibberish and
charming words," the chief magistrate said, and urged the first Litigant to read the accusation statement again- after they
demonized me.
"Based on
our commitment to give a fair deal to the daily life of the Athens's citizens we respond to the
accusations made by the reverend citizens
Mellitus and others on the
citizen Socrates. Briefly, in their complaint, they stirred the
public concern about Socrates' long term -digging in our basic values by
demonize our belief. He is known for being impious- insulting our gods and corrupting his students and friends, and was
suspiciously close to Critias and Alcibiades "
Then they
circulated the awkward
statements,Socrates himself had phrased them formally , which then
mingled with the growls of
Mellitus, Anytus, and Lycon, and the shouting of the corrupted Jurors, followed by a roaring outcry ran across the court; it was
a mixture of objection and agreement, before the second Litigant showed his hand to,oppose the whole statement.
The man
bellowed. "This man is beyond what has been mentioned her about him.He has
strictly controlled himself better than
anyone. He was capable to endure all kinds of weather and poverty, and never
was late to offer help to anyone asked
for help- he taught our youth and never stopped
learning virtues and
with good willing touched every
aspects of our life- he is who said ; the divinity gives me a sign... he taught
us ;who we have to choose to run our enterprises."
" It is
Socrates's duty to defend Socrates?" the first litigant said.
Since no one
opposed the first litigant's proposal, Socrates found responded immediately.
"You saw me
most often in Agora," Socrates said.
"Oh, good
man,they won't want you there anymore," I shouted..
"I
agree," said he."Actually I started missing my Agora."
" I agree
with Plato for having purely affiliated with the truth more than Socrates, but
note agree with who failed to acquire the virtues of their good parents. for
certain I mean Mellitus, Anytus, and Lycon, who for personal causes corrupt the
long lived spirit of the just in Athens.".......... "Athenians,
anyway,are fond of gossips . Let me more specifically tell the story
...they say, I am committing an injustice, in that I
inquire into things below the earth and
in the sky...was not it one of
Aristophanes' joke. By the way we were in a very good term?" said he.
"We can't
let this sophist twist the facts by his oratory skills," said the first
Litigant
"As a
citizen he is granted his right to speak," the second litigant said.
"But not as
Socrates,"growled the chief magistrate.
"Hector was
silenced for the same reason. He could not silence him."
"What
do you expect from this court?"
"Stop the
dialogue. "
"What for,
sir?"
"The man is
ready to speak till the end of the
word."
"Think
realistically, man. The jurors have already voted,"I said.
"He is just
practicing his daily duty."
"then , let
him practice what he like."
"We will
when the time comes."
As Socrates was
involved with his futile debate, the
jurors found ample time to chose their
amphora to drop in the ballots. Nevertheless,
to announce the verdict, they
chose those moments when Socrates intended to blame the Athenians for having
disappointed him." I would not
blame you for anything as much as I blame you now,that is for having
ungratefully turned your faces against me. I know and understand what
damages politics cause in order to
convince you -my friends."
However anyway,
I believe...doubtless I believe, the master had heard the chattering crowd, and malicious laughter and saw the eyes of
the restless faces focusing on
the wooden amphora.
***
The trial came
to the end, and the court’s litigants ascended the forum and started counting
the votes inside the two amphora - under the eyes of jurors. I was now certain
Socrates was wrong about his fate. They
had already designed his destiny before
he thought of the tiny piece of silver.
I made my mind
for a huge sacrifice and wept sincerely, and
by the time believed Socrates is the purest man who has ever walked on
our planet, "Stand him. Stand him," I asked Aspasia desperately.
" He will
sit in Zeus' presence...gods, anyway, are jealous , son,"said she.
"So why did
you came?" I said ruthlessly.
"I did
not...I did not come, Hector."
Non of Athens’s
gods adopted Socrates. They were jealous and had watched him joyously.
"Fetch a throne for the little god,"
they said cynically- I should have asked Aspasia ...Oh, ye, she should have leaked the secrets.They
sealed the verdicts in gods’ archive, and said."If we gave Socrates more
time, he would prove his innocence, then, the law would become useless .” Then
they wrote appraisal message downward."Lords of Athens, have designed a
verdict becoming a man like Socrates."
........................................................****
"Did not
you put Socrates the sophist to death , my fellow citizens," said a man called Aeschines, he was not
Aeschines of Sphettus, the Socrates' follower.
"Are you
seeking for death or justice, sir?"
said Plato sternly.
"I won't
distinguish between them, son of Aston,"
said Aeschines
"So you
don't distinguish between good and bad, right and left," said Plato.
"What do
you mean?"said Aeschines.
"I wonder
why they did not appoint you in the position of the chief justice of
Athens," said Plato.
"We have
the verdict on its way- it won't be long, " an old
juror said.
"Strange,
indeed, would be my conduct, after all, you will have me
executed...Nevertheless , I am certain, someday, you learn how to adapt my dialogue for justice in your court,
in a good way."
The verdict came
upon me like a thunder. I bowed and touched
the ground next to Socrates’
feet." Aspasia’s son?" Socrates said, and looked into my eyes.
"Rise up,
sir, you are a noble man,'’said he, and
blessed me.
"I will
never forget these moments," I murdered.
"Your
devotion to duty is truly blessed
," said he.
"Grateful...I
am grateful."
" Birds of
feather flock together; Pericles, Pyrilampes, and myself . Then you. Hector,
Plato , even Xenophon,and all those young men."said he.
"I have my
last words, for you, Athenians."
"Allow
Socrates to speak," the judges said confidently..
*" O Athenians,
I am eloquent though, using the agora's language all the same.
Chaerephon the brave is dead himself; but his
brother will confirm what the python prophetess, in Delphi,had told Chaerephon. ."
"Those men have
quarrels with me on behalf of the poets, positions and rhetoricians."
"Meletus,
you think a great deal about the improvement of youth? "
"Yes, I do."
"Tell the
judges, then, who is their improver."
"The
laws."
"Who, in
the first place, knows the laws."
"The
judges, Socrates, who are present in court.".
"Are they able to instruct and improve
youth?"
"Certainly
they are."
"All of
them?"
"Do the audience improve them?
"Yes, they
do."
"And the
senators?"
"Yes, they
do ."
"Do they
too improve them, regardless?"
"They
improve them."
"Then, I
inferred, every Athenian does except
Socrates."
"That is
what I stoutly affirm."
"Do you mean
I adore gods other than yours ?--Or, I am an atheist?
"I mean the
latter--"
"And
I do not believe in godhood of sun or moon, like other men?"
"Judges,
he says.'the sun is stone, and the moon is earth.'"
"So, I do not believe in any god, do I?"
" You
believe in none."
" I am
certain you do not believe yourself."
" 'Let me die forthwith,' Achilles said for FATE. I too only consider whether anything I do
is right or not."
"I had
thought that the majority against me would have been far large... O men of
Athens? Clearly it is my due.I could not convince you--the time has been too
short."
"O men who have condemned me' a
punishment far heavier than mine will surely await you."
"Friends,
who would have acquitted me, I would like to talk with you. Stay then then a
little there is time. 'The oracle gave no sign,' I am happy. it looks the accusers have done me no harm."
"We go our
ways--I to die, and you to live. Which is better God only knows." said
Socrates and surrendered himself to the
gourds who immediately took him into
custody.
As he walked ,
surrounded by the guards, his
apostles marched stately behind him , side by side with Xantippe, I had no such
experience, however, I followed
them like an orphan,, and tried to be part of them until a a swarm of Athenian
children rushed onto our way and started stoning me from
everywhere.
My guards were
furious, Actually they managed to repel them harshly, but I preferred to endure
the pain. " Let them wash the city's sin," I said.
"Then lets
make a siege around you, sir," the squad's leader said.
"I am as
tough as you are, dear soldier," I said, and waited until a sudden
afflatus flashed and sent a fatal thunder down my bones.
He looked at me for the last time He had
known, I thought he had known.
"I forgave
you, son of Pericles," said he.
"Grateful.
I an grateful."
" Have you
ever disbelieved our father
Zeus," I said and begged him to answer my question.
"I am
extensively living under Zeus- a
magnificent, delightful Zeus- ,"
said he.
" But gods are intrinsically lacking virtues,
so we have nothing to do with them,"
said he
" I am
telling you the facts about them, only, to
weigh your Magistrates’ Law System, that I myself still adore. Remember
to fight for justice's amendment, forever; it is always incomplete- even God is
incomplete, " said he, and
when I felt the man was waking in his
funeral, with many glittering eyes, his
face blushed and stated
"If gods
mocked at me, apparently they did... did not they loose their honor? I would
reveal what they have done scandals
throughout all times."
I was surprised.
"Don't
be," said he."They are our reflection."
We were under
many threats, even people, on our
way tried their best to avoid Socrates.
" Everyone
is scared of the truth," said he.
"True." I said, but I was not. In
fact I was now stronger than ever;
stronger as a man inside myself, not on the top of many as I used to be.
"I am
afraid the deity has already jeopardized the truth, they are jealous of this
triumph, and are eager to have victims
on their altars ," said he, before
the the guards politely, asked me to leave.
I lingered and
waited beneath the horizon’s rays of Athens’ sunset like a clumsy soldier,
unable to follow his squad. Nevertheless, suddenly, I rushed barbarically and
stopped the philosopher, without asking
for permission, and asked him furiously.
" Have
you defeated them, master?"
I was confused by my arrogance, but he smiled, as he saw the growing
prejudice in my eyes.
"That is it
, that it is. We stole the Prime Logos, Pericles," said he.
Stunned and
gaped before I could murmur. "Prime
Logos !" ........
"That is my
word, and my secret. Restore your life and keep the message, in the safest place," said he.
I have never understood what he meant, however, he
was certain the words would be safer
with me, and I would be able to protect them better than his followers.Probably
he thought Athenians would tolerate my whim."Keep the secrecy- sealed in
your heart, wherever you go, whatever you do, until the time comes," demanded
he.
‘I do, sir, I
promise, i do, sir,"
I promised, unaware of the consequence of such
a mysterious task..
"Thus, I
lost my position and fortune and name, however, I passed the sacred word of
Socrates to my offspring, descending with them , ever since, generation after
generation until he says. 'The time has come.’"
The End
*Hector son of
Zeus, Prickles and Aspasia.
* Whore.
*From Apology.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
PARRAMATTA RIVER
Parramatta River
Oh, dear breeze of the river,
Heavenly wind of,
The left brink of the milky way
Embrace mine disgraceful bones ,
-Of a bleeding dinosaur on thy bank,
Parramatta
Having, though blurred sights ,
Dared once to take of to paradise,
But was trapped in cages of bones
Compass, astrolabe - prayers,
None of such I had,
williwaw, catch my sails.
Your goddess is on you, River.
Grasp roots of the cruelest season,
And wash the ancient bones and let
Stream kiss the estuary
Drag me to the harbor,
A kin to the ocean , and
Then, sweep up the chocking ashes,
the leftover of forests and bushes,
Lets be mixed up brutally,
like some sibling- beasts.
And having fatal crushes on each other
regardless of the cracks of bare materials;
bones, hearts ... eyes,
and things dried off tears. .
Let her, indeed, wash me
peacefully with the softest hands
And prepares my corpse, and
Lays me down with other species,
all aimless remains of charms,
Or fallen stars - fallen lovers,
who drunk oils and had eels.
Then let me lie down,
And draw with broken fingers;
lines and ancient symbols to read each other ,
Squeaking in time of revelation like wolves
Full of memoirs , full of glory
Then, the triumph is yours, River.
*********
‘The wrecked man is from the ancient world,
He was your sibling ,
Having roots mixed with bones of Thames’ banks ,
Sediments of Euphrates and remains of old tribes,
wedged-shaped scripts
Stylus pen and a kiln to fire on tablets ,
Old letters,snakes, verses, parchments and all lies,
Lost gods of ancient times,
Prometheus the Greek,
Prophets of Barsom and Cedar and Olive trees !
******
“I am setting sail for the havens of the blest to seek the wise sayings of great Siro, --Vergilius-- ”
‘Oh, little man, Siro was old ,’ the river shrieked.
I looked for logogram in the footprints,
Traces of Homer the Great, Odysseus’,
Hector , and the dead sibling of Gelgamish.
Pursued so many avenues of appeal,
But, none of them surface the water, River. .
*******
Drift me , River, with thy stream to
The harbor , the ocean. where your name and mine
Will vanish for good,
Williwaw, catch my sails,
It is the time to find out ,
What a passer by I was
Had no tongue, and had no real shape’ .
******
Dreadful , still flowing to the ocean ,
So proud ,so sweet and so sad,
under so many bitches bridges ,
Oh, Lord of all times,
You have got beauties of all rivers,
Yet, rubbish dump you has been,
Behold tears of virgins,
Clay Cliff, Iron Cove , Subico , Vineyard creek,
the solid metal of bridges,
and myself.
Oh, lord of all times,
You are so gray, so sensible, and so invisible ,
forgotten like a wrecked man stands on your bank,
Laden with so heavy encyclopedia of ethic ,
Overhearing the cold breathing of the city,
On the edge, on the brink of his destiny ,
Hearing the massive step of trains, cars and pedestrian, screaming
‘Excessive brassy jeering laughter of men and women
Playing with rusted- words;
Adorable, fabulous, and marvelous,
where meaningless verdicts are still
Manipulating tears for love and lies to Jesus.
********
Nevertheless,
Despite drought and wastes
I sung, midst hopeless species,
Screaming, unto God
“No one feels me, no one kisses me.”
Then, right there, marvelously ,
Heard my echo, midst the Wuthering wind, breathing ,
I am not a man ,
I am but a great river of Parramaata.”
Kay Hassan