The Theseus Thesis [a lost epic] by Norman B
(Book I begins with evocation of the Muse, then Aegeus, the first episode in the epic.)
Help me, O, Heav'nly Muse, sing the song of Theseus,
The greatest hero of ancient Athens, and all Attica.
Aged Aegeus, kind King of Athens,
Gazed at the hazy horizon
From the top of a mountain. He saw to the South
The mast of a schaph a-risin'
It sported a sail that told him a tale
Through its ominous color (black!),
That his heir, whom the gods had just gi'en him
Would ne'er be coming back.
The Crown Prince, proud Prince Theseus,
Had met with merciless Plight!
--Aegeus was sure: If his son had lived,
HE'd have hoisted a sail which was white,
For such was the signal arranged by the son
And the father now foundering in grief!
Down from the mountain he flung himself!
Down! Down! Down! Down! Down to the ground's relief!
But, on board the black-sailed ship,
The son was alive with a glass at his lip!
Yes, there was a table set well with wine
And plenty of red meat on which to dine,
And Theseus led them with great elation
In their victory celebration!
He'd freed his sovereign nation
From Cretan domination!
He'd killed the beast, been filled with feast,
Tasted and dined! Wasted on wine,
Sat down at the table, told many a tale,
And, in jubilation, neglected the sail.
The black-sailed sloop soon swiftly sailed
To the Athenian docks,
And Theseus, heathen hedonist,
Was informed that his father had died on the rocks.
[THESEUS:] "I am to blame! I am to blame!
Then someone shouted "Theseus is King!
Long live the King! All hail!"
[CHORUS:] "Long live the King!"
(p)(c)2008 Norman Schulerud Bie, Jr. All rights reserved. Written in 1980 by N.S. Bie, Jr. & Sr. Most of the lyrics were written by me, most of the music by him. First performed live at Guy Hoaglund's poetry group at the Art Center in St. Petersburg, Florida, in 1984. First broadcast in 1985 on WMNF 88.5 FM Tampa Community Radio.