My group mates and I decided that since it is a story of the birth of song we should put the story into a poetic song and play instruments, even though non of us are considered musicians. Levi chose an ancient drum, Nate played the sound board on his keyboard, Tristan had some finger cymbals, and I had a thing that I call a finger dingy thingy (pieces of metal that are tuned differently). We split the story into 4 parts and wrote each part however we wanted. This was to demonstrate how each of our backgrounds and experiences can give different contexts. We also had not put it together until we were in front of the class so that we would not feel like we needed to 'fix' anything.
"The contexts through which myth is remembered are also the contexts in which myth is reinvented by each succession of peoples" (248).
Levi started the story, then Nate, then Tristan, and Me
To Hermes
(Levi)
Maia of Kyllene was the mother of Hermes,
Zeus came at night to her
She was clean, beautiful, and free from venereal disease,
Little did Hera know
She was asleep all alone,
While Zeus was with Maia playing Barry Manilow
Ten moons later,
A child popped out
That looked like Darth Vader,
He came out walking and talking
Shooting craps with the men,
Picked up the lyre and by noon he was rocking
Mama put him a luxurious cradle,
But he slipped from the cave
Just as soon as he was able
He saw a tortoise outside,
And said “hey nice to meetcha”
“Why don’t you come inside so the birds they don’t eatcha?”
Hermes scooped up the turtle,
And carried him inside
The turtle said to Hermes,
“That was a hell of a ride”
The tortoise thought to himself,
“What a bit of good luck”
But as Hermes grasped his neck he screamed,
“Hey man! I can’t get unstuck!”
Then he killed the poor turtle,
And scooped out his innards
Set them aside and thought,
“I’ll have them for dinner”
Then Hermes strung up the shell,
With the guts of a sheep
They smelled kinda bad,
But hey, it was cheap
Then Hermes pondered again,
Where could more mischief be had
He saw Apollo’s cows,
And began to plot something bad
The small child began to drive them around,
In a gray Cadillac so they wouldn’t be found
Then an old man spied him,
With cattle and Caddy
And said to the boy,
“I’m going and telling your daddy”
The infant replied,
“Go ahead gramps”
“I’ll beat you so bad”
(Nate)
(Tristan)
(Angela)
Then on his lyre, Hermes played
To the Gods, songs of praise
He sang of etiologies
And each Gods mythologies
Apollo’s soul was filled with awe
At Hermes songs that had no flaw
“No one holds such a gift of song
Not even the muses with which they belong
Off to Olympus, where you will find fame
I promise you this, they will know your name”
Then crafty Hermes said “take up my art
Hold on to my lyre deep in your heart
This gift will help you find glories
And help you to tell future stories”
Then Apollo touched each string at a time
Nothing sounded so pure and sublime
They sat and watched the cattle graze
And played reed pipe for many days
Off to Olympus the brothers played
The songs were heard and joy was made
Then Hermes gave Apollo the pipe of reed
Apollo said “I think this is a trick to mislead
My house I am afraid you will steal
But I am willing to make you a deal
The art of prophecy is what the sisters taught
Go to them and they will tell you a lot
But promise me you will not come near
If you agree then we are clear
So Hermes became the lord of the earth
Between boundaries his messages show worth
With the heralds staff and sandals with wings
Either luck or tricks is what he brings.