Tell me about a complicated man.
Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost when he wrecked the holy town of Troy, and where he went, and who he met, the pain he suffered in the storms at sea, and how he worked to save his life and bring his men back home. He failed to keep them safe; poor fools, they ate the Sun God's cattle, and the god kept them from home. New goddess, child of Zeus, tell the old story for our modern times.
Find the beginning.
the publisher has only released the first chapter of this new translation of the original, but i cannot wait to pick up the full text in the next coming weeks as i have never read it.
and as an aside, many greek works begin with a call to a higher muse to guide the hand of the narrator/storyteller.
of course, sufjan stevens opens up one of his album in such a way in the first lines.
Spirit of my silence I can hear you But I'm afraid to be near you And I don't know where to begin And I don't know where to begin