THE HOOK OF DAVELLIS
by
Roy Culver

The Third Part of the Parthenon Trilogy

The Parthenon Trilogy: An Injun-Type Poem of the Love of VIKA

copyright 1999 by Roy Culver
11362 Kipseli

Athens, Greece
We begin with light cracking the far horizon with a most threatening part of the Valkyrie music coming on as the horizon releases the Japanese flag of sunrise, the red and white beams taking over the sky as explosions resound and the flag-sky is attacked by fierce aircraft firing rockets into it. And on the deck of an aircraft carrier, a small one, the CVE Manila Bay to be exact, we are looking at the flag-filled sky through the wheel supports of Grumman fighter planes moving into position for launch, this one man moving them all to the launching hook, one hand on the aircraft, one hand groping for the hook which we see at first as the present day Parthenon as his hand comes down upon it, changing in his grasp into the hook that he connects to the plane to then carry the airship the length of the carrier deck and hurl it out against the war-filled sky, the hook manipulator reaching for another fighter plane, staring up at the beautiful women lying along the wings and the fuselage of each plane, the nymph-like women laughing and waving the pilot on, some even kissing his mouth and face as the planes go launching into the sky, attacking the Japanese emblem and blowing it to shreds, to reveal the present-day Parthenon against the clear blue sky as the camera comes to see through the columns and over some of the fallen marble discs of which the columns are constructed we see the mountain Pendeli from which the marble for the Parthenon came. We see a great scar on the side of the mountain revealing the quarry to which the camera zooms to show identical discs complete and fluted as if ready for the Parthenon. And beyond those in the side of the cliff there, we see the cave of the Greek bandit Davellis, the wide-mouthed cave out of which immediately Davellis comes. He is riding the back of Pegasus with the same nymph-like beautiful women on the outstretched wings of his Pegasus laughing and waving him on, his men following on other Pegasuses with other women as they all rise with shouts of full-throated defiance and waving swords against a sky filled with a Turk flag of cusped moon and star to smash the center of it all away and reveal again the Parthenon riding like a beautiful ship the clear-blue sky to be lifted on the hand of Some Injun, holding it aloft in an Athenian coffee house as on a stage with his friends Elainie and Pavlos at a table. But this will not in any way have the audience-to-performer distance of a play. There will be continual close-ups of details and special shots so that later when we get into details of paintings and sculpture it will all blend in as if naturally:

Some Injun--So you see, after my boyhood I dreamt of being the bandit Robin Hood and now it's all changed back to caves, my heart has been changed by this great hook of the world's beauty into dreams of the Greek bandit Davellis, changed by the great truths to be found in the world-admired Parthenoneh.

Pavlos--You could never be the Greek Davellis! You would only change him into a clown!

Some Injun--I know, Pavlos. But I would be then a clown playing the part of Davellis.

Elainie--But some said Davellis was not a man at all but HermAphrodite or a Demon out of the honeycomb of caves dug over three thousand years ago under all of Athens and all of the valley. The military today have put bars across all the openings they say unnatural phenomena are hidden in.

Some Injun--Yeah, that's because the earth is going to eliminate these military clowns completely. It's sick of their cowardly ways and they know it. So Davellis was HermAphodite you say? Or a demon out of her bowels? Maybe I ought to go down in that cave and stay a while. Get the feel of it.

Pavlos--Oh, come on, Injun. There are snakes in that cave. And scorpions.

Injun--Don't you know we Injuns and snakes and scorpions all came out of the same batch?

Elainie--What do you mean, batch?

Injun--Well, Elainie, each of us kinds of space-time coils were dished out of Old Coyote's dingfod-oven as he took it on himself to stir up something new. When he came to us, he had this great surge of imagination and whipped out Injuns and lime trees and Disneylands, snakes and scorpions at the same time.

Pavlos--I thought Walt Disney spewed out Disneylands.

Injun--That's just Hollywood propaganda. Anyway, I've nothing to fear from my cousins, the snakes and the scorpions.

Pavlos--Does that go for sea scorpions, as well?

Injun--I didn't know about those, are they like the others?

Pavlos--I suppose. I don't know.

Injun--That's one of the things I love about you Greeks. Your existence is made of so much ignorance and uncertainty.

Elainie--But don't you know that's the gift Anaximander gave us, proving that the universe is made of nothing but uncertainty.

Pavlos--But why don't you Injuns like the word Indians?

Injun--We just don't like the people in India. Who gives a damn for people with a caste system. They're almost as fucked up as the Japs and the Chinese. As far as that's concerned, we don't like anybody in Asia. But that's no real deal, the earth being on the edge of getting rid of all of these property-crazy people along with the dingaling military.

Elainie--You surely don't believe that!

Injun--I surely, dearly do. They're doing it now, now that they can predict gender and do all the cloning they want, making only men to fill Afghanistan-mentality armies and all the men coming out now are either HermAphrodite or hypospadias cases.

Pavlos--What's that?

Injun--I'm not sure. It's some horrible condition of the penis that makes the creature altogether incomplete and it's coming more and more because the profiteers will never stop demanding their spoils until the earth has changed everything.

Pavlos--You mean it's not then only the Asians.

Injun--I tell you they're the worst. They are insect minds made up of algorithms and can none of them see the great, free-flying value of individuals like Davellis.

Elainie--Why do you have this thing about Davellis? An 18th century bandit here in the Athenian valley hundreds of years ago?

Injun--Where I was a child, Sam Slade was the great bandit. He robbed the bank in my town so many times that once when he came they gave him his own bank book telling how many withdrawals he had made. No deposits, you understand, only withdrawals. Sam Slade and Belle Starr were my great ones against the abstract shallows, the lack of all depth in living of the hordes of the property people and they, Sam and Belle, were people of Oklahoma caves like Davellis, the caves that undermine all the property everywhere.

Pavlos--How did you learn of him?

Injun--First of all, when I was first told of him was when I was diving off the point at Vouliagmeni.

Elainie--You dove from the point of Vouliagmeni? It's so very high.

Injun--Yes, I know. And I never came down.

Pavlos--[laughing]--Come now, Injun! You're here, aren't you?

Injun--Yes, but it's as if I don't know how I got here. I could never remember what happened after I dove. There's the leap and the falling toward the expanse of the sea and then nothing. I never hit the water.

Elainie--Maybe it knocked you out. Maybe your head hit the water so hard it knocked you out.

Pavlos--And someone saved you. Was anyone with you?

Injun--Yes, my brother-in-law. But I never remember him telling me a thing about it although I remember he was telling me about Davellis then, though I don't know before or after. And then sometimes it's as if the wind was telling me as I fell, saying, "Behold, Injun! The Great Davellis!" And there he was, on his Pegasus, sweeping with his bands against the terrified Turks, balling them up in their gum-brained abstractions and driving them back to Mongolia where they came from only a few centuries ago and where they all belong! Davellis!--[standing and waving his arms]--And also it's because when you Greeks remember him it's as a free spirit flying up out of the earth's caves, caves everywhere as a demon or a HermAphrodite, and you see the quality of him as spirit. You see what was special in him and you keep it. When I first came here, when you didn't have cars and television and Internet to distract you, you Greeks would dig into what was special in every human being, and you got your pleasures from the qualities that every unpredictable new human gave you. You gave hospitality freely and lovingly because you gave every human individual the right not only to belong but to be a possessor of the earth. Now the cowards of abstraction have tried to strip that away from you with the sameness of mind everywhere created by advertisements, advertisements, advertisments beating your souls down day after day to make you as meaningless as they. But it's still there in you. It flashes out at the most unexpected times and you don't let it go for you know you'll be no more than they if you lose it. I was a flung-away Injun, one of the millions of discarded spirits that Americans produce and make trash of but I came here and you recognized me! You pulled open all my drawers and went through everything you saw there and then looked me straight in the eys and said, "Hey! You're a fool! You'll never learn Greek cause you've a brain like a sponge! But you're a wonderful and totally unpredictable fool, and we love you!"

Pavlos--[laughing with Elainie]--Yes, Injun, but we love all your people. All your people that come here we love them because they're so straight from the heart and to hell with the consequences.

Injun--Like you Greeks. What comes from the heart is what you seize upon and live with. How many people jump out of bed in the morning and into their scheduled day, day after day until their lives are done, but you Greeks can stop over the lovely arm of your woman, be caught by the nuances of light there, or of line, and you don't think about, "Hey, arms are everywhere. Arms are avaiable by the millions and always have been." No, you say, looking down at her flesh and stroking the warmth and gentleness of it and then going to that lip-pouting, sleeping, tender face to kiss it and forget the day, "This is my love and there is no other."

Elainie--Don't they do that everywhere?

Injun--No. The duty-brained rest of the world leaps up and into the fray, they say, "Into the battle for position, for money, for power!" And the Greek says, "No. Look at this arm. Consider the unsurpassable wonder of blood coursing through these veins at this moment, this hour, this time when I can love her and hold her between the deaths that stand brooding down from both ends of all our lives. I want this life!" the Greek says, leaping like Davellis forth against the day, not into the day but against the day to hold it back as if by the throat and tell it, "Wait! Don"t move or do one goddamn thing until I know I am loving my life, living my life only because I love it and for no other goddamn reason, y'hear! That's why I live!" the Greek says, "D'you understand me, world? No, you don't understand a goddamn thing except money and position and power because of your cringing little fears of not having property, but my life is to be loved!" says the Greek, "Not feared, but loved and danced through every step of the way!" says the Greek!--[And he starts snapping his fingers, arms extended and doing little steps at the table.]

Pavlos--[lifting his water glass]--That's not any Greek I know but I do love it and I would live with it forever if it only were true!

Elainie--But it is true, Pavlo. You are like that!--[She seizes him in her arms and kisses him then lifts him into a dance which the three of them do, a Greek free-spirited dance as Greeks always have done anywhere they are, tavernas, street corners, living rooms, anywhere, until Zorba struck across the world with the realization of how great the Greeks are with their dancing, and so the little-souled people who spend their lives getting into control of others and who in Greece do everything for their European masters to enjoy their vacations on the islands and look down on the Greeks as inferiors, smothered dancing in Athens through their little-souled school-masters. But Greeks are from thousands of years, great spirited dancers and no small phase of influence can for very long change that, so these you see are the dancing Greeks you'll still find in every village and who will soon come back again breaking throught the meme-sealed portals of Athens with a shout of total victory.]

ALL THE REST IS IN THE CLOUDS READY TO RAIN.