Final paper for my graduate course on Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, & Aristophanes.
Theatre is draped with the metaphor of material, fabric, and clothing woven into the storytelling. In this visual performing art form, cloth becomes props, costumes, and even parts of the set to make the story and characters materialized and fully realized. As the story is woven through script and blocking, textiles can stitch deeper meanings or unveil a truth beyond the words alone to the audience. In Ancient Greek culture, the weaving of fabric, clothing, and home items was women’s work, while weaving stories, plays, speeches, and acting on stage belonged to the men. In Aeschylus’ play Seven Against Thebes, the Chorus tells Eteocles, “Listen to women though you like it not” (34). In a culture not known for including women in many spaces, women’s wailing, weaving, wisdom, and working is ironically the central plot line for many of their plays. Though all these theatrical works were written by men, acted by men, and presented to audiences comprised mostly of men, there are surprising opportunities to “listen to women” and learn from women’s workings and weavings. Within these plays from the hands and imaginations of men, we unravel mythical stories of women fabricating their destinies with fabric, telling truths through textiles, making material matter, and craftily showing how cloth makes the man or woman or woman into a man.
In Aeschylus’ first play of the Oresteia, Agamemnon, there are two prominent uses of material as metaphor. First, fabric is used as a particularly visually visceral set dressing; for the second reference, fabric is used to set up Agamemnon’s murder. In the Greek tragedy staging, the violence using fabric is only seen through speech, told but not shown. However, both uses are metaphoric and striking. First to welcome (or perhaps to curse or prophesize) Agamemnon’s homecoming, the unfaithful and vengeful wife Clytemnestra has her maidens spread a dark red, blood-colored carpet of tapestries for him to walk over to enter his home. She says this is “where Justice leads him in a crimson path” (64). She will be the hands (and fabric) of Justice once he enters his home for this fate filled last time. This crimson swash creates quite the image for the audience as Agamemnon arrives home and must walk on what appears to be a river of blood, eerily reminiscent of the way he left this very home, the seas dyed red with his daughter’s sacrificial blood spilling. These tapestries/robes would have been the handiwork of women. Indeed, the entire Trojan War and the reason for his absence has also been a river of blood taken from the material of women, their husbands, and their sons. Agamemnon removes his shoes as he does not want to crush these robes, taking more care of this fabric than he did for his daughter. As the story continues, this very visual image of a river of blood leading up to the front door will become a symbolic river of blood pouring back out of the house. The next time there is a surfeit of tapestried robes, they will not be crushed under Agamemnon’s feet but coiled around his person, crushing him. Clytemnestra tells of how she entrapped Agamemnon after his bath, “as fishermen cast their huge circling nets, I spread a deadly abundance of rich robes and caught him fast. I struck him twice. In two great cries of agony he buckled at the knees and fell” (71). Clytemnestra finally repays Agamemnon for his fabricated lies. These lies began with Iphigeneia in a wedding dress, ready to give her life in marriage. Iphigeneia's wedding robe was stained with blood at the hands of her father, so Clytemnestra also handily spreads the richest of robes, tightly hemming him in to be murdered on this very day of his homecoming. She has used the work and weaving of women to repay her husband for his filicide. The robes’ crewel work becomes cruel work in her act of cold-blooded revenge.
Aeschylus gives the audience one final fabric moment cloaked in significance at the ending of The Eumenides, the last of his Oresteia trilogy. This final scene will signify the ending of the curse on the House of Atreus. Athene, who through a shrewd bit of political weaving has appeased the Furies, instructs her temple women to dress in blood-colored (deep purple) robes akin to the crimson robes spread for Agamemnon’s fateful homecoming. Athene directs, “…women whose high privilege it is to guard my image. Flower of all the land of Theseus, let them issue now, grave companies, maidens, wives, elder women, in processional. In the investiture of purple stained robes dignify them” (107). This time, the handiwork of women will end the familial lineage of violence. The river of blood flows off stage as the Furies, now renamed the Eumenides, become the protectors of Athens. Red tapestries wrap the beginning and the ending of the Oresteia, the handiwork of women sewn into the very fabric of these stories at each seam.
Sophocles uses a robe from a faithful wife, Deianira, in The Women of Trachus to bring about the downfall of her heroic husband, Hercules. Who could imagine that the dyeing of a robe (in the poisoned blood of a centaur fatally wounded by Hercules) would lead to the dying of one of mythology’s most remarkable men? Deianira, wanting to retain her husband’s love, believes that the centaur’s last words, “so he will never look at another woman and love her more than you” (224) mean that his blood will be a charm over the heart of Hercules. She dips a robe she has lovingly made for her husband in this blood. It turns out Hercules will never look at another woman as the fabric dipped in the centaur blood poisons him. Ashamed and guilt ridden the gullible and desperate Deianira kills herself. After her innocent intent is revealed, Hyllas says of Deianira, “In all that she did wrong, she had intended good” (231). Sometimes, the meant-for-good things women weave do not go according to their plans in Greek mythology or modern-day life, especially when a garment becomes tinged and tainted from someone with a debt to repay. Another lesson is to always consider the words of a vengeful centaur carefully, his blessing may prove to be a curse.
Another place where women's work is unknowingly used for revenge is in Euripides’ play The Bacchae. Euripides uses the imagery of women’s quiet and productive at-home weaving work to contrast with their activities in this play. In The Bacchae, the women have left home and are in the forest dancing and drinking for “the throng of women waits, driven from shuttle and loom, possessed by Dionysus” (474)! Indeed, only a mad, possessed woman would leave her shuttle and loom and venture into the forest for a good time. The handiwork of women becomes furious and ferocious as the women rip apart Agave’s son, Pentheus, at his seams and throw around the scraps of his body. This is no demure and domesticated sewing circle. These party hearty women have unwittingly brought about the revenge that Dionysus was seeking. Women who leave home and shuttles cannot be trusted. Of course, Clytemnestra or Deianira remained at home weaving up their plans for better or for worse. The work of women can cause death, intentionally or by accident in these tragedies.
A more joyful recognition of women’s crafting is in Euripides’ play Ion, where an orphan boy is reunited with his mother because of a remnant of embroidered cloth. This material joins mother and son in a beautiful moment as Creusa recognizes the piece of material Ion has as “The loomwork of a girl—so long ago” (403). Fabric stitches together Ion and Creusa’s stories after they were ripped apart years before. In Ion, Euripides himself gives credence to the stories woven by women who sit in more private spaces as the Chorus says, “Our legends, our tales at the loom, Never tell of good fortune to children Born of a god and a mortal” (389). Looms can tell tragedies just as public performances acted out on stages do. The storied artwork of women may be in smaller spaces and staged on looms, but it is not all that far removed from the more theatrical performances put on by men.
The last Greek playwright's material imagery to consider is Aristophanes. His more comedic commentary on the social and political issues of the day also uses wool and weaving to define and refine his characters and themes. This is seen most directly in two plays that feature women with big ideas, brilliant exploits, and bold costume choices. In The Assemblywomen, the women dress as men, don fake beards, and take over the government by voting (as men) the women into power. The Second Woman is a multitasker and almost gives up the ruse when, in the Assembly, she brings out her wool and comb, “I’ve brought these along, I thought I might as well get on with a bit of wool-combing while the Assembly fills up” (868). Praxagora tells her to hide those womanly things because if the men see the items or even the hands of the women, they will be on to them. In the most revealing use of fabric yet, in the play Lysistrata, the titular character plans to stop the war with a minimal amount of fabric. “But don’t you see, that’s exactly what I mean to use to save Greece. Those saffron gowns and slippers and see-through dresses” (825). If Clytemnestra used too many robes for murder, can too few robes (or see-through ones) bring about peace for Greece? Lysistrata believes that women’s work in fabric is more than just utilitarian. In discussion with the Magistrate, her ideas for unraveling the war and sewing the country back together are based on the process of preparing wool for weaving (833-834) and her analogy is thoughtful and wise. Finally, she lays it all bare in the end when she brings out a beautiful and unclothed woman named Reconciliation. Her nude body (well, actually it would have been a man in a costume that resembled a naked woman) is treated as land pieces to create a peace treaty that ends the war and sends everyone home to bed. Lysistrata and the women have won their war with some flirty fabrications.
One of the more casual and caustic dismissals of the worth of women happens at the end of Euripides’ Eumenides. In defense of Orestes’ matricide, the god Apollo claims that women contribute nothing but womb space in the birth process, stating, “The mother is no parent of that which is called her child, but only nurse of the new-planted seed that grows. The parent is he who mounts. A stranger she preserves a stranger’s seed” (99). He sees mothers as strangers to their children, not even a parent, just a holding vessel during gestation. The Ancient Greeks were wise in many ways, but perhaps genetics and knowledge of human conception were their finest area of expertise. The Latin word for mother is “mater,” and the word “material” comes from this Latin root. Perhaps that is because one day, human beings will learn that the very material of humanity has half its origin in women. Women are not only a private space for holding a story and weaving it onto fabric. Mothers contribute half of a child's DNA as their child is knit together over the nine months of connection. Women matter. They are not immaterial but the flawed, fate-filled, and fantastical fabric of all these Greek plays and myths. When Lysistrata is questioned about what women have contributed to the war, she says (or maybe shouts), “We’ve contributed to it twice over and more. For one thing, we’ve given you sons, and then had to send them off to fight” (834). Even without a seat in the Assembly, a place on the stage, or a voice to vote, women show up in these stories; they contribute “twice over and more,” embroidered seamlessly and, at times, shamelessly into the stories. Whether the men want to listen to women or not, the women speak, sew, and, in many cases, are the stitches holding the pieces together or ripping them apart when they feel it is necessary. Women and the materials they make create a rich tapestry throughout these Greek plays.