After posting yesterday’s photo of Apollo, and in connection for a mythology tour I’m preparing, I couldn’t help thinking about his myth.
In essence, Apollo is a sun-god. He is a personification of the sun and as such he’s always depicted young and stunningly good-looking, with the perfectly sculpted body of a young athlete and flowing golden hair. As the sun sheds light in the darkest places, he was the only one who could uncover hidden truths, see through lies and deception and foresee the future – in essence an oracle. The gift of prophesy was not his only one – he was also the god of music, who could play the lyre and the guitar as no one else could and sang, well, divinely.
But though young, beautiful and talented, not to mention immortal and all-powerful, in his love life, Apollo was persecuted by a streak of bad luck unlike any other god. While his father Zeus spent his days gallivanting around the globe in search of beautiful maidens to woo and succeeding in every turn, Apollo was experiencing rejections and disappointments, not to mention a few outright tragedies. Of course he had his flames and conquests and he sired a prolific number of heroes and demigods, but his streak of failures is stunning – for a god.
Take Daphne for example. For Apollo it was love at first sight. The handsome god fell for her like a ton of bricks, but the feeling was far from mutual. Daphne gave him such a cold “no” that any mortal would have frozen solid on the spot. Not Apollo. Unable to fathom how a young maiden would fail to like him and determined to show her that he was indeed great, the young god kept pursuing her, giving her a full description of his many virtues and accomplishments. Young Daphne would have none of it. As the god became more and more pressing, Daphne bolted like a deer, with Apollo in hot pursuit. “Please don’t run, it’s all a misunderstanding,” he cried after her, adding something along the lines of “I’m a really cool guy.” But the more he ran after her, the more Daphne became convinced that he was after no good and ran even faster. In the end, he started winning on her and she cried out for help. Her father, a river god, heard her cries and transformed her into a tree, a laurel, where she stood. Apollo was crestfallen. “You wouldn’t be mine as a woman, but you’ll be with me forever as a tree,” he declared and crowned himself with a wreath of her leaves, his holy plant from then onwards.
When out in Troy, Apollo fell for Kassandra, a beautiful young princess, who repeatedly rejected all his efforts to woo her. Apollo fell so low as to offer to give her the gift of prophecy if she slept with him. Kassandra agreed but broke her promise as soon as the gift was imparted. Furious, Apollo cursed her prophesies to be never believed by those who heard them and left in a huff. Kassandra would spend the rest of her days warning the Trojans about the Greeks, to no avail.
The god’s next human love, Marpessa, eloped with a young man called Idas. Apollo caught up with them and began to fight with the youngster over the girl. Zeus intervened and called the girl to choose whom she’d rather have. Certain that gods abandon their mortal flames as soon as they lose their charms, the girl sensibly chose a man she could grow old with.
Next, Apollo cast his eye on beautiful Koronis. This time there was to be no wooing, no foreplay. He simply saw her at a lakeshore and decided to have her on the spot. Too embarrassed by what had happened, young Koronis said nothing to her parents or fiancé, doing her best to hide her advancing pregnancy. When Apollo heard of his conquest’s imminent wedding he was so angry that a mortal would have her that he shot the groom. The god couldn’t bring himself to shoot the girl though, so asked his sister to finish the job for him. When she obliged, Apollo saved the foetus, his son, from the funeral pyre and had him raised by nymphs. He would become the god of medicine, Asclepius.
Another flame of Apollo was, Hyacinthus, a boy was so handsome, nice and likeable, that it would be difficult for anyone not to love him. Yet this relationship too was doomed. One day when out exercising, the god threw his discus so far that it fell on the boy’s head killing him instantly. The god was inconsolable.
Experts explain these myths this way and that, and you will have no trouble finding some of these interpretations on the web. Some myths derive from the god’s nature as a solar god (cleaning, purifying but also burning, desiccating and unforgiving), others from people’s desire to present themselves as descendants of this or that god, while yet others are attempts to interpret some of the features of his cult.
Yet, despite it all, I can’t help being struck by the fact that the most handsome god of all, the very ideal of male beauty, would meet with so many rejections and disappointments in his life.
The only explanation I can think of is the Greeks’ passion for symmetry and moderation. To the Greek way of thinking no one can have it all – some aspect of one’s life needs to be less than perfect, otherwise balance is disrupted: Zeus had an impossible wife, Hephaestus was lame, Hades lived in the netherworld, Poseidon lost contest after contest, and so on. It is only natural that the most perfect of them all would have one aspect of his life that was less than perfect. The idea also made sense because, if all women fell for Apollo’s perfection, what would have been left for the other gods? It also fitted with Greek notions about the unpredictable nature of women whose mentality men can never fathom. Why do they do the things they do? The answer remains unanswered to this day…