Treasure Island

Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

(September 30th 1959 / Genoa (Italy))

Farewell Visit to Ulysses -1-


In Odyssey Circe drives Ulysses to go to Hades, the Kingdom of the Dead. He should ask the soothsayer Tiresias. There, among the others, Ulysses meets Achilles. We imagine something new...

In an interview on CNN Circe explained well
How one has to apply for Hades.
Achilles disappears and one finds other shades.
Ulysses, you're the modern King of Hell!
Our roles are changed, once you questionned:
We don't need it, we've your life and poems.

To be continued

Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2008
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  • Philip Housiaux (4/19/2008 6:41:00 AM)

    Alas I have not yet read Homer; s Odyssey but this intriquing little poem inspired me to make a start. The CNN Circe - intriguing. (Report) Reply

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