{"id":54654,"date":"2024-11-26T01:00:46","date_gmt":"2024-11-26T06:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=54654"},"modified":"2024-11-25T09:53:55","modified_gmt":"2024-11-25T14:53:55","slug":"qotd-hesiods-five-ages-of-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2024\/11\/26\/qotd-hesiods-five-ages-of-man\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Hesiod’s five ages of man"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>The only text I vividly remember from my university semester in Classics is a poem by Hesiod entitled Works and Days<\/em>. I read Homer, of course, and Virgil, and Ovid, and the three tragedians, but their texts have long become a blur of strange names, strange desires, inventive use of parataxis and the word “destiny”. But I remember Hesiod. Memory is a peculiar thing.<\/p>\n

Hesiod is the seventh century BC management book writer. He didn’t write about digital strategy, but his poems drone on in the earnest monotone of an old-school sociology lecturer who \u2014 after years of correcting student papers \u2014 decides to try his hand at fine letters. Hesiod is ace at conveying fact, but not at re-inventing it. This makes him a fine chronicler, but not a poet. I cannot imagine anyone reading Works and Days<\/em> today for anything other than anthropological curiosity.<\/p>\n

I don’t remember all eight hundred lines of Works and Days<\/em> \u2014 just five stanzas: one for each of the Five Ages of Men. First came the Golden Age, in which the land was bounteous, the forests were rich with game, and men were decent, happy, and favoured by the gods. But this state of bliss didn’t last. Cracks began to appear during the next generation with the emergence of the Silver Race \u2014 small crooks and delinquents who “could not keep from sinning and from wrongdoing one another”. Zeus didn’t like them and eventually killed them off. The third generation, the Bronze Race, managed to be an even greater disgrace, a bunch of hoodlums of great physical strength with “unconquerable arms which grew from their shoulders on their strong limbs.” (I find this image rather powerful. It reminds me of my gym on a Friday night.) Things looked up momentarily during the subsequent Heroic Age, as Zeus created a “god-like race of hero-men called demi-gods”. But everything went definitively, irrevocably tits-up in the fifth and final age: the Iron Age. Land became barren, crops wilted, stock died of disease; men were poor, men were bitter, son betrayed father, neighbour killed neighbour, chaos and treachery ruled.<\/p>\n

As a story of decline and fall, it’s a nice one (although I’ve seen better). In terms of literary merit, it’s nowhere near Homer. So why am I harping on Hesiod? (Now do pay attention, as here comes the point of this essay.) The key variable between the time when men were happy and the time when they were not, according to Hesiod, is work. “In the Golden Age,” he writes, men “lived like gods … remote and free from … hard toil …” But in the Iron Age, “men never rest from labour …” Writing about the Iron Age \u2014 the age of hard work and misery \u2014 Hesiod wrote about his own time, but he also wrote about our time. We live in the Iron Age. It is a sad age. It is the age when people have to work. And work kills the spirit.<\/p>\n

Elena Shalneva “Work — the Tragedy of Our Age”, Quillette<\/em><\/a>, 2020-01-29.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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