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The Great Island<br />
verses, sticking strictly to the theme set by his opponent. Thus Vergil’s<br />
shepherds –<br />
Damon: The wolf is the ruin of the sheepfold, rairohowers of the ripened crops,<br />
winds of the trees, and Amaryllis’s temper of me.<br />
Menalcas: Water is the pleasure of springing crops; wild strawberry of the<br />
young kids, supple willow of the mother goats, and only Amyntas of me.<br />
And so on. Now Theocritus’s Idylls and Vergil’s Eclogues are highly<br />
sophisticated compositions written for a cultured, even a jaded audience<br />
to whom real folk music would very probably have appeared barbarous.<br />
It is t<strong>here</strong>fore dangerous to jump to the conclusion that the artificial<br />
shepherds’ contests in the pastoral poems are similar in this or<br />
that particular to the verses actually sung by Sicilian (or other)<br />
shepherds. The most that can be said is this: t<strong>here</strong> is some genuine folk<br />
song contest which lies behind the Idylls of Theocritus. And since t<strong>here</strong><br />
is no evidence to be had, we might as well accept these Cretan contests<br />
(and similar contests of the Cypriot bards) as the nearest we are likely<br />
to get to the verse-matches with which those shepherds whiled away<br />
their long days.<br />
In primitive societies inspiration is recognized as a force which sweeps<br />
through the mind, implanting poetry. Barba Pantzelios, in the prologue<br />
to the song of Daskaloyiannis, invoked God and asked for inspiration,<br />
in the same way that ancient poets invoked, and believed in, their<br />
Muse. The instrumentalist, as well as the singer, is entitled to respect as<br />
the recipient of unusual gifts. The lyraris, player of tlie three-stringed<br />
Cretan lyre, is the central figure at many festivals, together with his<br />
partner who plucks vigorously at the lute with a quill. They do quite<br />
well, since anyone who wants a dance will pay them to play it; and<br />
what with electric loudspeakers and amplification, they raise the roof.<br />
One feels that the old legend of how they get their inspiration may be<br />
out of date in the days of these mechanical aids.<br />
Whoever wishes to learn to play the lyre well, it is said, must go at<br />
midnight to a deserted crossroads and t<strong>here</strong> carve a circle on the<br />
ground, with a black-shafted knife. Then he must go inside it and sit<br />
down and play. Soon Nereids will come from all directions to surround<br />
him. They mean him harm. But they cannot enter the charmed circle,<br />
and so they try to entice him out with sweet words and lovely songs. If<br />
he is prudent he will make his heart of stone, and continue to play.<br />
When the Nereids see that all their ruses are failing, ‘Don’t you realize,’<br />
they say, ‘You’re wasting energy playing like that ?’<br />
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