Thursday, 7 May 2020

Book 2, lines 253-272


[Previous: lines 216-252]

High-priest Caiaphas has whipped the elders of the Temple into a frenzy against Jesus. Now read on!
Talia fatus erat: furiis stimulantibus intus
experti, passique senes eadem ore fremebant.
Omnibus idem animus; sed qua ratione, quibusve          [255]
id fieri occulte queat artibus, exquirebant.
Cùm subitò ecce suis clam se furatus Jüdas
improvisus adest cunctis mirantibus: illum
excipiunt trepidi spirantem immane, locantque
sede inter primos, farique hortantur, et ardent,               [260]
quid veniat, dubiis animis audire, silentque.
Ille autem torquens huc flammea lumina et illuc,
sic fatur: “Scio vos Galilaei facta furentis
formidare, patres, patriae qui legibus affert
exitium; moliri ideo vos plurima cerno.                           [265]
si mihi, quae posco, promittitis; omnia solus,
quae nunc vos frustra exercent, dispendia tollam:
ille manus faciam in vestras hodie incidat ultrò.”
Dixerat: argenti laeti pepigere talenta
ter dena, egregii pretium memorabile facti;                     [270]
dimittuntque alacres, atque extra limina ducunt.
Ille petit montes iterum, sociosque revisit.
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Such were his words. Spurred by inward bursting
fury the elders roared out their assent.
They were all of one mind: but what pretext                    [255]
could they use, what scheme to bring this about?
Suddenly here was Judas—he had, to
everyone’s amazement, slunk off from his friends,
panting hard. They received him, bade him speak
sat him in a seat of honour—eager to know                    [260]
why he had come. A doubtful silence fell.
It was as if flames twisted in his eyes as
he spoke: “I know you. The mad Galilean
scares you, fathers. He’ll destroy the fatherland.
You’re plotting many things to preserve our laws.           [265]
Promise me what I ask, and with my own hands
I’ll lift the burden that so weighs upon you:
I will this very day deliver him up to you.”
He spoke. They gladly fixed a price—silver talents:
thirty—famous sum for an infamous deed;                      [270]
eagerly they sent him off, leading him out.
He returned to the mountains, and his comrades.
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The image at the head of this post is ‘Judas Receiving the Thirty Pieces of Silver’ by Flemish artist Simon Bening. It dates from about 1530, so is pretty contemporaneous for Vida's poem. Lovely, no? Tempera colors, gold paint and gold leaf on parchment. It is presently in the Getty Museum.

So, the famous detail about Judas receiving thirty silver coins is from Matthew 26:15: ‘And said unto them, What will ye give me, and I will deliver him unto you? And they covenanted with him for thirty pieces of silver.’ Wikipedia tells us more:
The word used in Matthew 26:15 (ἀργύρια, argyria) simply means “silver coins” and scholars disagree on the type of coins that would have been used. Donald Wiseman suggests two possibilities. They could have been tetradrachms of Tyre, usually referred to as Tyrian shekels (14 grams of 94% silver), or staters from Antioch (15 grams of 75% silver), which bore the head of Augustus. Alternatively, they could have been Ptolemaic tetradrachms (13.5 ± 1 g of 25% silver). There are 31.1035 grams per troy ounce. At spot valuation of $17.06/oz (the closing price on Monday, December 12, 2016), 30 “pieces of silver” would be worth between $185 and $216 in present-day value (USD).
These kinds of conversion from ancient value to modern approximations are always more-or-less meaningless, of course. Victorian pennies to modern pounds? One needs to factor in so many variables (tea was very expensive in Victorian England and oysters relatively cheap; now it's the other way around; and so on, through ten thousand specifics) that the modern value becomes an empty number. Likewise here: do you really think you could take $216 today and buy a field just outside town in which to hang yourself? Of course not. The sum, though, is not arbitrary: Exodus 21:32 specifies ‘thirty shekels of silver’ as the blood-price to be paid in the case of a slave accidentally killed, so the sum approximates the value of a single human life. Likewise, Zechariah receives this sum of money as his ‘worth’ or ‘price’:
And I said unto them, If ye think good, give me my price; and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my price thirty pieces of silver. And the Lord said unto me, Cast it unto the potter: a goodly price that I was prised at of them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them to the potter in the house of the Lord. [Zechariah 11:12-13]
I suppose that ‘goodly price’, there, is sarcastic (has there been a study of sarcasm in the Bible? Seems to me there's quite a lot of it); hence God telling him to chuck it away. And something similar is at work here. It's not that thirty silver pennies is an insultingly low evaluation of Christ's worth (though obviously it is); it's that a person's worth is not something that can be valued in monetary terms at all.

[Next: lines 273-315]

Wednesday, 6 May 2020

Book 2, lines 216-252


[Previous: lines 196-215]

In the temple Nicodemus has attempted to defend Jesus; but the assembled elders are full of anger and hatred. Now the high priest, Caiaphas, replies to Nicodemus's speech.
Tum verò Caïphas, ubi facta silentia linguis,
sic orsus, sibi quae sedeat sententia pandit.
“Haud equidem moror, ô cives, quòd versus ad hostes
iste etiam infando captus perfugerit astu,
qui toties summa pro re, pro legibus olim                   [220]
objecit patriis caput ultrò, ipsumque premebat
obnitens contrà nuper sermonibus hostem.
Tanta est artificis pellacia, vis ea fandi,
ut quoscunque velit vertat, superetque venenis.
Scilicet hunc credam cœlo divinitus actum                 [225]
nobis venisse auxilio, qui se impius ortum
patre Deo canit; ac leges abolere parentum
antiquas cupit, atque novos inducere ritus;
seque ultrò excidio templi venisse fatetur,
quod nostri, monitis olim cœlestibus acti,                   [230]
impensis tantorum operum, struxere parentes.
Quae novitas, aut relligio, qui denique mores?
Ille etiam, ne quid sceleris sibi restet inausum,
sacrilegus sontes, et quorum crimina nota,
prosequitur veniâ, haud veritus scelerata subire          [235]
limina, nec festis parcit de more diebus.
Ergo agite, atque illi insidias, letumque merenti
maturate viri : crescentem extinguite flammam,
ne mox subsiliat victrix ad tecta domorum,
degustetque trabes, perque ardua culmina regnet.        [240]
Subvertet solitis aliter totam artibus urbem
seditione potens, populos captabit, et omnem
subjiciet sibi prodigiis fallacibus oram.
Hinc quae tot nobis annos tam prospera cessit
relligio, eversis actutum desinet aris.                            [245]
Tum metuo, ne Romulidae, non talia passi,
quicquid adhuc iuris superest à gente reposcant,
et profugos patria iubeant decedere terra.
Unum pro multis detur caput, unius omnes
expiet, ac tutos mors tanto in turbine praestet.              [250]
Hoc habet, haec melior superet sententia, cives:
haec illi ob numen dona, hunc reddamus honorem.”
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So Caiaphas, once the hubbub subsided,
and the crowd again took their seats, spoke out:
“Fellow citizens: who cares that this man has
defected to our unspeakable foe?
He who’d often pressed hard in defence of               [220]
our ancient laws, attacking the enemy
fiercely in debate, has now surrendered to him.
It just goes to show how alluring, how
poisonously eloquent this enemy can be.
Are we to believe he’s come from high heaven             [225]
to help us—that, as he impiously claims,
God Himself is his father? When he declares
he’s here to abolish our ancient rites and laws?
He openly boasts he will destroy the temple
our people constructed at heaven’s command,               [230]
built with the sweat of our forefathers’ brows!
‘Novelty’? What of religion and morals?
This is the man, leaving no outrage undared,
who pardons heretics and other criminals,
who keeps company with notorious villains                 [235]
in their houses, even on sabbath days.
So: let’s get him. Lay our traps to take this
unholy man: extinguish this growing fire,
before it rages, gloating, through all our homes,
consuming the very rafters and high roofs!                   [240]
Otherwise he will subvert the whole city
with his potent treachery, enslaving all
our people with his prodigal trickery.
Through him our religion, which has prospered for
so long, will collapse, its altars derelict.                        [245]
And then I fear the Romans will lose patience,
will grab whatever is left of our homeland
and exile its inhabitants to wander the earth.
Let the death of one man expiate the sins
of us all, and win us safety from the storm.                   [250]
He's had it! let my better idea prevail, friends:
this be the tribute we pay his ‘divinity’!”
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The interesting thing about this speech, I think, is the way it displays Vida attempting (for the first time in the poem, I think) irony. Caiaphas warns that, unless Jesus is stopped, the Romans will seize Judea and the Jews will become exiles, which is, of course, exactly what transpired. The couplet towards the end is nicely ambiguous: unum pro multis detur caput, unius omnes/expiet, ac tutos mors tanto in turbine praestet. Let the death of one man expiate the sins of us all, and win us safety from the storm. Caiaphas means: by executing this heretic we will preserve the traditional religion of the Jews; but he is also, unwittingly, articulating the fundamental theological truth of Christianity. What's less obvious, perhaps, is that Vida is (again) playing Vergillian intertextual games. Line 249's ‘one will die in the place of many’ unum pro multis detur caput is a whisker away from Vergil's unum pro multis dabitur caput [Aeneid 5:815]—the one, in this case, being Palinurus, who sleepily falls from Aeneas's ship and drowns, because the gods have struck a deal: Neptune wants the sacrifice of one human life in order to grant Venus's request to save and protect her son. And line 251's Hoc habet is Aeneid 12:296, when Tuscan Aulestes trips and falls during battle and the Trojan warrior Messapus closes in for the kill. ‘He's had it!’ is how Fairclough and Goold render the phrase in their translation of Vergil, adding a helpful little note: ‘i.e., he has had his death blow: an expression used by spectators when a gladiator was fatally hit.’ Christ the Gladiator is a strange and rather compelling idea, although one worth pursuing I think.

[Next: lines 253-272]

Tuesday, 5 May 2020

Book 2, lines 196-215


[Previous: lines 151-195]

Nicodemus has defended Jesus in the Temple, outraging the elders. Now read on!
Talia perstabat repetens: violentia cunctis
gliscit, et accensus semper per viscera sensus
conflatur magis, et saevos furor aggerat aestus;
paulatimque animi turgescunt tristibus iris.
Exarsere omnes: pestis latet intus, et omnem             [200]
eripuit miseris lucem; victisque veneno
pestifero nebulas offudit mentibus atras.
Tum demum erumpit, quae cunctos ira coquebat:
infremuere omnes contrà, gemitumque dedere.
Qualiter aere cavo, dum sulfura pascitur atra,           [205]
inclusus, magis atque magis furit acrior, ignis;
moliturque fugam, nec se capit intus anhelans:
nulla sed angustis foribus via, nec potis extrà
rumpere, materiam donec comprenderit omnem:
tum piceo disclusa volat glans ferrea fumo:                 [210]
fit crepitus: credas rupto ruere aethere cœlum:
iamque illa, et turres procul ecce stravit, et arces:
corpora, et arma iacent; latè et via facta per hostes.
Haud illi secus accensi meliora monentem
excludunt adytis, atque extra mœnia trudunt.               [215]
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So he spoke, standing his ground: but violence
blazed-up to meet him, a crescendo of
savage fury sparking the crowd to madness,
swelling their souls with dreadful resentment.
How they all raged! a deep-down sickness that                 [200]
blinded them to the light, drugging their minds
cloaking them in noxious, vaporous shadow.
Out it burst, all the ire that was boiling
inside them, groaning and roaring against him.
As when, in a bronze barrel, black sulphur burns             [205]
and the enclosed space magnifies the force of
fire, keen to escape, hissing, trapped, with only
the narrow bore’s channel to free itself
exploding all its consumable matter:—
the iron bullet flies in a flash of smoke                             [210]
crashing out, loud enough to crack the sky:
and then: distant towers knocked flat! citadels,
bodies, weapons scattered; straight through the enemy!
Just so did the flaming rage turn against him
to banish him from the temple and the city.                      [215]
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This short passage links Nicodemus’s speech in defence of Jesus [lines 163-195] with Caiaphas’s speech condemning him [lines 218-252]. The most interesting thing here, I think, is the splendid little epic simile comparing the rage of the angry mob to gunpowder igniting inside the barrel of a cannon. It’s a striking and vivid piece of writing, this; and two things in particular strike me about it.

One is its anachronism. There have been a lot of epic similes in the poem at this point, but this is only the second to compare something in 1st-century AD to something from much later in history (clearly there were no bronze cannons firing in AD33). The other, from right at the beginning of the poem, is when Vida compares Jesus’s growing band of followers to the river Po. On that occasion this is what I said:
All this raises the question, I suppose, of anachronism: … a large question, actually, more usually discussed in the visual arts (Renaissance paintings of Christ and his saints are packed with anachronisms and contemporaneous touches, of course) than poetry, but relevant here too. One group of critics, following Aby Warburg, thinks the point of painting antique figures in Renaissance style was to emphasis the aliveness of the subject matter, its vitality: clothing the ancient in the habilments of the now-living to stress the nowness and the livingness of the gospel message.
For Warburg, the figures of the past appeared “not as plaster casts but in person, as figures full of life and color,... the embodiment of antiquity as the early Renaissance saw it.” He offered as a prime example Baccio Baldini's engraving of Bacchus and Ariadne, in which the deities appear just as Florentines had actually witnessed them being enacted in the carnival festivities of 1490, for which Lorenzo de' Medici himself composed the immortal canto di carro. [Charles Dempsey, ‘“Historia” and Anachronism in Renaissance Art’, The Art Bulletin 87 (2005) 416; Dempsey is quoting Aby Warburg, The Renewal of Pagan Antiquity (Getty 1999), 89]
But another school argues something the opposite, that the function of these anachronistic touches is precisely to orchestrate what Alexander Nagel and Christopher S. Wood call ‘a clash of temporalities’. Rather than bring the ancient story up-to-date, what such anachronism does is to pull up-to-dateness back into the past, to revert contemporaneity into the holy aura of the epoch of Christ and his saints.
To perceive an artifact in substitutional terms was to understand it as belonging to more than one historical moment simultaneously. The artifact was connected to its unknowable point of origin by an unreconstructible chain of replicas. That chain could not be perceived; its links did not diminish in stature as they receded into the depths of time. Rather, the chain created an instant and ideally effective link to an authoritative source and an instant identity for the artifact. [Alexander Nagel and Christopher S. Wood, ‘Toward a New Model of Renaissance Anachronism’, Art Bulletin, 87 (2005), 407]
This argument intrigues me. I wonder if it's right, and more to the point I wonder how we might apply it to Vida. Nagel and Wood hang their dicussion on a 1503 painting by Vittore Carpaccio picturing Saint Augustine seated at a table in a very sixteenth-century-looking study ‘pausing, his pen raised from the paper’. But saints are one thing; Christ is another. We might want to argue that the anachronism here figures the way Christ in a sense, broke history, and remade it: it registers, in other words, a shift from chronos to kairos, from a blank succession of hopeless years into a calendar structured by grace. But there's an added wrinkle. Because Vida is not simply reaching back to first-century AD Judea, he's also reaching back to first-century BC Rome, and Vergil. So the anachronism splits, as it were, three ways: pagan, Christian and modern.
I am particularly intrigued by the way Milton imports Vida’s anachronistic image, anachronistically, into Paradise Lost. In Milton’s sixth book Raphael, recounting the war in heaven between angels and devils, fought long before humanity was even created, describes the devils inventing gunpowder and cannons. The battle is going against them, so first:
         Sulphurous and Nitrous Foame
They found, they mingl'd, and with suttle Art,
Concocted and adusted they reduc'd
To blackest grain, and into store convey'd:
Part hidd'n veins diggd up (nor hath this Earth
Entrails unlike) of Mineral and Stone,
Whereof to found thir Engins and thir Balls
Of missive ruin; [Paradise Lost, 6:512-19]
These are then deployed on the battlefield: cannons of ‘brass’ and ‘iron’ whose ‘mouthes/With hideous orifice gap't on us wide’ until the fallen angels step forward with their lighted reeds to discharge the weapons,
         for sudden all at once thir Reeds
Put forth, and to a narrow vent appli'd
With nicest touch. Immediate in a flame,
But soon obscur'd with smoak, all Heav'n appeerd,
From those deep throated Engins belcht, whose roar
Emboweld with outragious noise the Air,
And all her entrails tore, disgorging foule
Thir devilish glut, chaind Thunderbolts and Hail
Of Iron Globes, which on the Victor Host
Level'd, with such impetuous furie smote,
That whom they hit, none on thir feet might stand,
Though standing else as Rocks, but down they fell
By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rowl'd; [Paradise Lost, 6:582-94]
This is clearly expanded from Vida:
As when, in a bronze barrel, black sulphur burns
and the enclosed space magnifies the force of
fire, keen to escape, hissing, trapped, with only
the narrow bore’s channel to free itself
exploding all its consumable matter:—
the iron bullet flies in a flash of smoke
crashing out, loud enough to crack the sky:
and then: distant towers knocked flat! citadels,
bodies, weapons scattered; straight through the enemy! [Christiad, 2:205-13]
The brass cannons, the devilish gunpowder—itself a kind of distillation of diabolical rage and evil—the roar of the charge ‘wounding’ or ‘emboweling’ the sky, and finally the distant enemy skittled over: it’s the same order of events; all Milton does is expand upon it. This doesn’t seem often discussed in Milton studies, but it hasn’t been entirely ignored. Estelle Haan notes the comparison, and also with the epic simile Milton uses in PL 4:813f: ‘up he starts/Discoverd and surpriz'd. As when a spark/Lights on a heap of nitrous Powder, laid/Fit for the Tun som Magazin to store/Against a rumord Warr, the Smuttie graine/With sudden blaze diffus'd, inflames the Aire:/So started up in his own shape the Fiend.’ Haan is interested in the many neo-Latin poems published after the British Gunpowder Plot which troped anger (especially Catholic anger) as diabolical and gunpowder-explosive. [Phineas Fletcher, Locustae [1627] (ed Estelle Haan; Leuven 1996), xxxii]

[Next: lines 216-252]

Monday, 4 May 2020

Book 2, lines 151-195


[Previous: lines 133-150]

The Sanhedrin gather to discuss Jesus's guilt. Nicodemus defends him.
Hic Nicodemus erat pesti impenetrabilis unus,
primores inter gentis non ultimus ipsos,
cui longè menti melior sententia; sed non
audebat dictis contra omnes tendere solus.
Ille Deo quondam sese inscius intulit hostem,            [155]
atque dolis frustra contrà stetit: inde ubi numen
admonitus sensit, veluti de nocte profunda
in lucem revocatus ei se iunxit amore;
clam tamen, infensae vitans odia aspera gentis.
Tum verò illius de vita, et sanguine cerni                   [160]
ut vidit, letumque insonti triste parari;
non tulit ulteriùs latebras, haecque edidit ore,
in medio: “Non obscuram, non lucis egentem
rem ferimus, neque enim vereor iam vera profari
pro patria, quamvis mihi sint extrema ferenda.          [165]
Cernitis hunc omnes manifesto numine ferri,
maioremque homine; et, nosmet nisi fallimus ipsi,
vera Dei patuit soboles, verus Deus, ille
olim quem toties afflati numine vates
venturum cecinere, nefas quo triste piaret,                  [170]
commendans genus aeterno mortale parenti:
hoc liquet, hoc ultrà non in discrimen agendum.
Huius ope innumeri, quos nox obscura premebat
luminibus captos, iucunda luce fruuntur.
Multi etiam voces obstructis auribus orti                    [175]
accipiunt redduntque. Aegris quot reddita venit
insperata salus, qui lenta aut membra trahebant
victa lue, aut subito correpti corpora morbo?
Tres etiam (nôstis) obita iam à morte reduxit
elatos idem in lucem: modò Lazarus omnem             [180]
perculit, et monstro ingenti permiscuit urbem.
Prô laevas hominum mentes! prô pectora caeca!
Non haec Paeoniis succis, non artibus ullis
confieri possunt. Maior Deus intus agit rem,
maius numen inest. Quoties divina loquentem          [185]
incassùm contra stetimus, verbisque dolisque
instructi? quoties ausi vim tendere inermi
aut ferro, aut duris nequicquam perdere saxis?
Nube cava eripuit caput, ex oculisque recedens
aligerûm se cœlesti subitò agmine sepsit.                  [190]
Et quisquam illius certum non numen adoret?
Quid molimur adhue? quid nobis deinde relictum?
Auxilio venit, unà omnes adeamus, ab ipso
suppliciter pacem oremus commissa fatentes.”          [195]
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Only Nicodemus proved immune to this plague—
by no means the least of the city elders,
he was far wiser than the others; although,
being only one man, he couldn’t sway the rest.
Once he had foolishly stood against God,                   [155]
treacherously opposing him: until Christ’s
holiness had brought him back out of deep night
into the light and he came to love the man
(but in secret, to avoid his people's wrath).
Now he saw things were life or death, innocent         [160]
blood was to be spilled. This sad fate moved him.
he could no longer hide, but spoke openly
in their midst: “It’s not hard, we don’t need light
to see, I’m not afraid to speak this truth
for my country’s sake, though I might be punished.    [165]
We all see this man is clearly supernatural,
more than mortal; and, if we’re not deceived,
the true son of God—truly God himself—
whose coming was foretold by the divinely
inspired prophets, to atone for our black sins               [170]
and commend us to his Eternal Father:
This much is clear, and beyond all debate.

He has helped many people back to vision,
sweet fruitful light, whose sight had been sealed in night.
Many born deaf can now hear and speak, thanks          [175]
to his intervention. And many who were sick
know rude health again, those whose limbs had been
paralyzed, or whose whole bodies were smitten.
Three times (we know it) he brought the dead back
to the living light—recently Lazarus                                [180]
stirred the whole city with just this miracle.
You foolish-minded men! Blind in your hearts!
No Paeanic arts, no ordinary medicine
can manage this. A greater God is here
a greater spirit. How often have we fought                    [185]
and plotted against his divine words and
teachings? How often attacked with swords and stones
seeking to destroy this unarmed man? In vain.
He veils himself in mist, withdraws from sight
winging his way to the celestial host.                             [190]
How can we not adore such sure divinity?
So what should we do? What is left to us now?
He has come from heaven: let us, as one,
all pray to him as supplicants for peace.”                      [195]
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The reference in line 183 to ‘Paeanic arts’ means: medicinal, since Paean was the physician of the gods in classical mythology. Otherwise, this is the first half of the debate between Nicodemius and Caiaphas, which Vida has taken from John 7:50-52: ‘Nicodemus saith unto them, (he that came to Jesus by night, being one of them,) Doth our law judge any man, before it hear him, and know what he doeth? They answered and said unto him, Art thou also of Galilee? Search, and look: for out of Galilee ariseth no prophet.’ Nicodemus is mentioned three times in the gospel: visiting Jesus one night to discuss his teachings [John 3:1–21; ‘he said unto him, Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from God: for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him’]; the bit just quoted; and then later attending the Crucifixion of Jesus to provide the embalming spices, and help Joseph of Arimathea to prepare Jesus’s body for burial [John 19:39–42]. There is an apochryphal ‘Gospel of Nicodemius’, largely concerned with Jesus’s trial and the harrowing of hell.

[Next: lines 196-215]

Sunday, 3 May 2020

Book 2, lines 133-150


[Previous: lines 113-132]

The priests and elders gather in the Temple, worried by Jesus's popularity.
Iamque sacerdotes, totaque ex urbe senatus
secretam in templi sedem concesserat omnis.
Ipse sacerdotum primus, cui tempora sacra                 [135]
infula cingebat, Caïphas in sede sedebat
celsior aurata; inde alii longo ordine cives:
quos omnes circumsiliunt, acuuntque furorem
tartareae, haud ulli visae, sine corpore pestes.
Nec mora, nec requies; sublapsae in pectora cunctis    [140]
eripiunt mentem, atque animis incendia miscent.
Multa illi inter se vario sermone serebant
solliciti: vasto strepit ingens murmure templum.
Sunt qui ipsum iubeant utcunque absumere Christum,
seu vi sive dolo, iuvenemque invader ferro                     [145]
qui rursum in lucem nuper revocatus ab umbris
venerat, et totam monstro concusserat urbem.
Ast alii plebem metuunt, vulgique furorem:
namque sibi ingentes populos devinxerat heros,
hos meritis, illos divino affabilis ore.                            [150]
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Now the priests and all the city’s leaders
met in the secret chambers of the temple.
The archpriest, his forehead adorned with a                 [135]
sacred chaplet—Caïaphas—sat on a raised
throne of gold; below stood a crowd of people
about whom danced, goading them all to fury,
hellish vermin, seen by none, incorporeal.
Without delay, never ceasing; into each heart               [140]
flaming each mind and soul these devils worked.
The many talked anxiously amongst themselves
and the vast temple echoed with their murmur.
There were those who wanted to seize Christ by force,
or by stealth, and to kill the young man so                     [145]
recently brought out of death’s shadow to light,
the miracle still convulsing the whole city.
But others worried about sparking the crowd’s wrath:
for many had bound themselves to the hero
moved by his deeds and by his divine words.                 [150]
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This short linking passage is based on John 11:54-57:
Jesus therefore walked no more openly among the Jews; but went thence unto a country near to the wilderness, into a city called Ephraim, and there continued with his disciples. And the Jews' passover was nigh at hand: and many went out of the country up to Jerusalem before the passover, to purify themselves. Then sought they for Jesus, and spake among themselves, as they stood in the temple, What think ye, that he will not come to the feast? Now both the chief priests and the Pharisees had given a commandment, that, if any man knew where he were, he should shew it, that they might take him.
Vida also draws on John 12:10 ‘But the chief priests consulted that they might put Lazarus also to death.’ According to C H Dodd, John here ‘has provided a connecting passage’ between the raising of Lazarus (which occupies the first part of John 11) and Judas’s betrayal of Jesus at Passover. This, says Dodd, ‘is clearly designed to bring the report of the Council-meeting into the closest relation with the story of Lazarus … chapter xi constitutes a single and complete episode. Its theme is resurrection.’ [C H Dodd, The Interpretation of the Fourth Gospel (Cambridge 1953), 367-68].

[Next: lines 151-195]

Saturday, 2 May 2020

Book 2, lines 113-132


[Previous: lines 73-112]

Satan (the ‘he’ of the opening line, here) has tempted Judas to betray Jesus. Now read on!

Hinc miserum invadens praecordia ad intima sese
ingerit, atque imis dirum implicat ossibus ignem.
Olim, etiam in mentem veniunt, quaecunque sub illo            [115]
iussus dura tulit, quaecunque exhausta pericla:
et piget, atque nefas polluto volvit amore,
immeritumque animo sedet hosti prodere regem.
Ah miser, ah malesane, Deum non pectore sentis?
Non oculis numen praesens, non auribus hauris?                 [120]
Quis te mutavit tantus furor? aspice quo nunc
culmine praecipitas, quanam trahis arce ruinam:
nec qualis sentis tibi menti insederit error.
Quid struis? aut quò te raptat tam dira cupido,
quae nunc te malè habet, mentisque et lucis egentem?          [125]
Quam nunc amittis sortem, irreparabile donum,
optabunt seri post secula mille nepotes.
Atque adeô quae vota foves, quam mente secas spem,
laetitia elatos animos inflatus inani,
omnia discerpent, rapientque per aera venti.                       [130]
Excute, dum licet, infandam de pectore pestem,
quaeque imiste nunc est addita cura medullis.
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Now he’d invaded the wretched man’s inmost
heart, filling his very marrow with fire.
From then on he kept thinking about all the                     [115]
harsh discipline and danger he had known:
depression seized him. All his love polluted,
he resolved to betray the innocent king.

Bitter man! you wretch, can’t you feel God moving
in your heart, his presence in your eyes and ears?            [120]
What fury has changed you? Can’t you see the cliff
you’re leaping off, the tower you’re plummeting from?
Can’t you see how error swallowed-up your mind?
What are you doing? Raped by your own dire desire,
slave to bitterness, blind, out of your mind?                    [125]
You’re throwing away an irreplaceable gift
whose loss will last a thousand generations!
Meanwhile, all your broken prayers for favour,
all the soul-joy you yearn for, puffed up with vain
dreaming, will vanish like breath into the wind.               [130]
Drive out, while you can, this plague from your heart,
rid your bones of this anxiety—do it now!
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Line 124’s rapta means ‘seized’, ‘abducted’ (Gardner translates ‘ravished’), but it also means ‘raped’, and ‘ravished’ seemed to me a little evasive in this context. Then again, ‘raped’ is probably too strong. I’m not sure. There is, I'd say, an edge-of-hysteria flavour to the many rhetorical questions and pleadings of lines 118-132. Vida’s repeated browbeating here feels egregious; a little protest-too-much—or, indeed, given that Vida is addressing (a) a literary character that he has himself written whom (b) he knows full well won’t listen to these exhortations, it all might just sound rather phoney.

There’s some interesting stuff in this passage, though; and perhaps the pitch to which Vida screws himself, his faux-outrage, by bleeding into something not faux at all actually, ends up revealing something quite telling. In particular the two lines 126-27:
You’re throwing away an irreplaceable gift
whose loss will last a thousand generations!
fold-in some rather peculiar theological implications. If Christ had not been betrayed, and thus crucified, we would never have been redeemed, which would have been a much larger disaster for us than Christ living out his normal life. Saying so is a pretty straight-down-the-line Christian theological position. What on earth can Vida mean when he, as narrator (not, that is, putting the sentiment into the mouth of a character) insists that Christ avoiding crucifixion would have been a thousand-generation boon for humankind?

I should say that my translation, actually, truncates the Latin a touch: Quam nunc amittis sortem, irreparabile donum,/optabunt seri post secula mille nepotes. That optabunt (the third-person-plural future indicative of optō, ‘to select, to wish, to desire’) suggests that the loss will be of something that ‘they’—all of us, I suppose—will want or desire, but which will have been taken away. Gardner’s version is: ‘For a thousand generations to come, men will long to possess that irreplaceable good fortune that you throw away’; but this omits the donum, or gift, of the original. That Christ’s sacrifice was freely given is, again, very important to Christian theology; although surely the gift was not Christ himself so much as Christ’s sacrifice and the atonement it made available to us.

I’m not, I’ll be honest, entirely sure what’s going on here. Perhaps it’s the form of Vida’s retelling overwriting, as it were, the content. What I mean by that is: the story of the Gospels is about the incarnation of God as a man; but the point of that story is something immaterial, non-physical—grace—something that works internally, on the soul and the heart. But epic is allergic to abstraction and handles internalisation poorly; it likes physical manifestations of things, and the action inside character is always represented by characters in action. Vida takes Christ as an epic hero, and it’s that that leads us here.

I don’t know. Maybe not. I’m carrying on with my (slightly, but not I think wholly misleadingly) tendentious translation here, rendering line 117 piget as depression; the previous post includes a discussion of the rationale for my choice. I’d say it’s allowed by the Latin—just—but I’d also have to confess that I’m going with it because the ‘depressive Judas’ angle interests me (you may prefer Gardner’s reading of that word: ‘he felt repugnance’).

It’s also a reading, I’d suggest, that fits with the idea that it is Christ himself—rather than the spiritual possibilities Christ’s sacrifice opens up—that is the valuable thing in this scenario. Adam Phillips starts with the obvious: ‘betrayal is only possible when there is something to betray.’ But he goes on to develop his thought in a less obvious direction.
That something takes time, and is of paramount importance. Sexual jealousy is not just one of the things that happens when you become attached to someone: it is the sign of attachment. If there was no such thing as betrayal in the world how would anything matter to us, or how would we know that it did?
He’s almost (I suppose, not quite) saying that betrayal is an integral part of sexual attachment as such—or perhaps, of any attachment. He goes on:
There have always been two important questions about Judas: what was he doing, and why was he doing it? And in answering these questions – which means interpreting the story and the figure of Judas – we have to bear something simple but significant in mind: that in betraying someone (or something) one is protecting someone (or something) else. And that someone or something else may be – in fact is likely to be – of real value. When E.M. Forster said that he hoped he would have the courage to betray his country rather than his friend he was drawing our attention to the question of value, of what betrayal can protect.
Depression can lead to suicide, which is what happens with Judas. And manic-depression is its own particular form of this larger disease. The implied pattern of Judas’s commitment is a period of intense enthusiasm for Christ’s project, followed by a period of pathologically intense reaction, a loathing and contempt. The depressive’s loathing and contempt is always fundamentally for him/herself, and by folding Christ into that Judas is, in one sense, following-through on the intensity, the force, of the initial identification with his hero. What he is protecting, then, is: everybody else, the world, removing the hated thing (himself, his leader) from it.
‘The betrayer,’ Elaine Pagels writes in Reading Judas, ‘always intrigues us more than the disciples who remain loyal’; she is intimating, perhaps, that we get a certain kind of pleasure from stories about betrayal that we can’t get from stories about loyalty – more pleasure, or a different kind of pleasure. As though disloyalty offers us something that loyalty cannot. As though we are intrigued by the part of ourselves that can betray people, particularly people we love and admire. As though there may be some forbidden vitality in this part of ourselves, something morally equivocal and alluring.
[Next: lines 133-150]

Friday, 1 May 2020

Book 2, lines 73-112



[Previous: lines 22-72]

Satan and his devils are swarming over night-time Jerusalem. They try to tempt Jesus's disciples but, in every case but one, they fail. Now read on!
Unus non valuit sese his subducere vinclis
Iscarius pesti infandae devotus Iüdas,
lectorum procerum labes et pestis Iüdas.                     [75]
Hic se olim addiderat socium vestigia Divi
ingressus, patria, atque opibus, carisque relictis,
incerta exilia, incertas quacunque paratus
ire vias, talique necem pro rege pacisci.
At mox cœptorum piguit, durique laboris                     [80]
paulatim pertaesum : animo tum volvere secum
noctes atque dies tacitus, siqua potis arctis
legibus exolvi, et priscae se reddere vitae,
indignans longum incassùm cecidisse laborem:
hos abitus, iamque hos abitus et furta parabat            [85]
impatiens operum, rebus non laetus egenis.
Talibus undantem curis, animoque labantem
iampridem, nigrae reperit dux ipse cohortis;
haud minùs exultans animis, quàm monte sub alto
cùm procul aspexit tendentem in pascua cervum         [90]
gaetulus leo, quem siccis exercet hiantem
faucibus ex longo collecta insania edendi.
Ac priùs in faciem Galilaei versus Iorae,
ipsi qui fuerat conjunctus sanguine Iudae,
insomnem aggreditur verbis. “Tu nocte silenti            [95]
montibus in solis erras, insane, potesque
ultròs eva pati sub nudo frigora cœlo,
atque tibi alterius sub mutu degitur aetas;
dum sequeris (quis te tantus furor incitat?) istum
elatumque animis, eversoremque sacrorum,                [100]
quem tantùm illuvies adeunt teterrima gentis,
fœminei coetus, et semiviri comitatus?
Primi omnes infensi odiis concordibus ardent;
sacrilegoque necem intentant: iamque ille furorem
vesanum expendet, cedet fiducia tanta.                        [105]
Non illi auxilio magnarum gloria rerum,
quas mentitur, erit: nil contrà obtendere densa
nubila, nil solitas accingi proderit artes:
rumpe moras; eia instanti te surripe cladi.”
Sic ait, ardentemque odiis instigat acerbis:                  [110]
tum mutata acri percussit pectora thyrso;
et subitò nocti ablatus se immiscuit atrae.
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Only one man was weak enough to succumb
Iscarius:—he, destined ruin, wicked Judas,
that ruinous defect in the high group, Judas.                      [75]
Once he’d willingly followed the Lord’s footsteps,
giving up a life of wealth and power for
perilous exile, ready for all dangers
on the journey—even death—to serve his king.
But he soon became depressed: so much hard work!         [80]
Increasingly wearying. His mind fretted
silently, night and day, how to avoid
the hard laws of living a perfect life, how
to cease that labour and go back to before:
desertion was always on his mind, furtive,                         [85]
shirking his task, never happy with his lot.
It was in this state of wavering mind that
the leader of the black cohort now found him;
no less heart-exultant than when in mountain
valley pastures, seeing a tempting deer                               [90]
a Gaetulian lion, mouth parched with hunger
readies its jaws for the frenzy of the hunt.
But first he took a Galileian form: Jora,
one of Judas’s close blood relatives,
addressing the sleepless man: “Your silent night                [95]
erring alone among mountains—crazed! That you're
out here under this naked freezing sky! And
wasting your days at the beck and call of another;
following (what insanity) that one—
that arrogant soul, wrecker of what’s sacred,                     [100]
who surrounds himself with scums and bums, with
effeminate types, emasculated friends?
The city elders are united in hatred
of this sacrilegious man: soon his madness
and his arrogance will bring about his downfall.                [105]
He’ll get no help from his famous miracles,
which are all lies: no use hiding in dense
clouds or his other unprofitable arts:
don’t delay! Flee from this coming disaster.”
These words flamed sharplt in that angry man:                  [110]
having thrashed his heart with this sharp thyrsus
he vanished suddenly into the dark night.
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Line 91's Gaetulian lion is a reference to a portion of Libya inhabited by the war-like Gaetuli, and notorious for its wild lions. Vergil makes reference to such a lion in Aeneid 5:351.

So: this passage is about Judas, and his temptation by Satan, the leader of the black cohort of devils. At the beginning of this passage, Judas is twice called pestis. This is very far, of course, from a term of approbation, although it seems to me there's a question as to how we translate it: the word means ‘a disease, plague a pest’, but it also means ‘destruction, ruin, death’. James Gardner goes for the first of these definitions, translating lines 73-75 as ‘Judas Iscariot [was] given over to unspeakable vileness … Judas, that pox, that pestilence among the chosen apostles!’ I’ve opted for a less outré rendering, not least since, as God himself declared at the end of Book 1, Judas is also part of the plan. Without him there would be no atonement and therefore no redemption. Similarly my ‘depressed’ in line 80 is, I concede, a touch tendentious, translation-wise. The word in the original is piguit, from pigeō (‘I feel annoyance or reluctance at; I repent of’); except that piguit is the third person singular impersonal past tense, which means Judas was ‘pained, afflicted, grieved’. (The L&S usage note me describes the personal conjugation as very rare, and non-classical for this word; ‘in Classical usage, only the impersonal verb piget/piguit exists’). Gardner is more straight-down-the line: ‘he soon grew weary of these undertakings.’ But I’d stand by my version.

Tendentious, yes; but the tendenz I’m owning here is that Judas is, potentially, one of the most intriguing characters in this whole story, and that flattening his motivation to (as, in Gardner’s reading of Vida) a mere vileness, confected out of laziness and cowardice, is to lose that potential. I mean, Gardner is probably right in his reading. But still: depression and disengagement, after an earlier manic period of energetic commitment, seems to me a more compelling version of Judas's story.

It’s a question of character motivation, fundamentally. Why does Judas do it? The gospels give us three takes on this issue: Mark provides no motive for Judas's betrayal (an implicitly motiveless malignancy); Matthew 26:15 says that Judas betrayed his master for material reward—the infamous thirty pieces of silver—which is certainly comprehensible as a motive for crime, if somewhat thin and unsatisfying by itself.. Luke 22:3 and John 13:27 suggest that Judas was possessed by Satan, which, as I’ve been arguing several times on this blog, puts questions of freedom and choice in question. There are two follow-ups in the NT: Matthew 27:1–10 tells of Judas’s remorse, his attempt to return the money and his suicide by hanging. This touches, at least, on something approaching psychological verisimilitude; although Peter, in the Book of Acts [1:18] says that Judas tried to enjoy his ill-gotten silver, bought himself a nice plot of land with the money, but was punished by God before he could settle down there: ‘he [fell] headlong... burst asunder in the midst, and all his bowels gushed out.’ ‘Bad man does bad thing and is punished’ is a pretty one-dimensional kind of story; ‘bad man does bad thing and then feels bad, bad enough to end his own life’ is a better because more interesting one.

Vida, it seems to me, splits the difference: his Judas is temped by, but not possessed by, Satan. In the event, Vida says, the prince of devils finds himself pushing at an open door because, through a combination of laziness and resentment, Judas is already receptive to these malign ideas. But we're still entitled to ask why.

There have been a very large number of later interpretations of course; and the main as-it-were ‘new’ strand of ‘reading’ Judas is to see him not as a traitor, but either as a good man doing exactly what he was told to do by Jesus (because, unless he was handed over to the authorities Jesus couldn’t be martyred and humanity saved: this is the argument, for instance, of theologian William Klassen’s Judas: Betrayer or Friend of Jesus [1996]), or else as a kind of Jewish puritan, whose devotion to the cause never wavered but who came to believe that Jesus himself was betraying that cause: this is how Dorothy L Sayers writes Judas in her Man Born to be King.

‘Fiction,’ says Frank Kermode, ‘is fiction whether or not the writer feels the need to call it history’, which is true enough.
The rabbinical practice of Midrash can involve a free use of invented narrative, and what we probably have here is what is sometimes called ‘proto-Midrash’. There is plenty of evidence that Judas came belatedly into the Passion narrative; he is placed at the end of lists of disciples, with the tag ‘the betrayer’, as Luke unequivocally calls him, attached. Betrayal was necessary to the narrative, whether divinely planned or not. A character was needed to do the betraying, and the plot agent of betrayal became Judas.
But a mere plot-actant is a vapid addition to a story, and I fall back on my sort-of reading of Vida. Has anyone written a version of Judas in which (as with Edmund Wilson’s famous account of Scrooge) his manic-depression is the motor for his actions? In the manic phase he throws himself wholeheartedly into the mission of Jesus, his master; but anyone shackled to the grinding cyclotropic horrors of this psychopathology knows, after the high comes, with terrible inevitability that utterly overwrites your will and your desire, the low. Say Judas betrayed Jesus because he was, in himself, suicidally depressed, and because, as part of his psychopathology, he had come to identify with his saviour so closely that hurting was hurting himself. Depression, in its more extreme forms, shares with the old medieval demonology a problematic about how far one’s human power to choose good and evil has been corroded. In some cases the pathology is so overwhelming that such corrosion is as close to total as makes no odds (as if one could rouse a sufferer of clinical depression merely by exhorting them, come on! pull yourself together!). It might make an interesting etude in fictional portrayal.

The image at the head of this blog is the poster for the movie Judas (dir. Charles Robert Carner, 2004). I have not seen this movie, and cannot pass judgement upon it; although reviews collated by imdb do not strike an encouraging note: ‘a terrible waste of film whether watched from a Christian or non-Christian viewpoint’; ‘Did Jesus own his own Surf board?’; ‘I can't recall what Gospel they pulled this crap from.’ Striking poster, though. The hotness of Judas is, perhaps, a too-little-studied aspect of the whole story.

[Next: lines 113-132]