The Frog Chorus

From Aristophanes’ The Frogs.

Frogs (off stage): Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax,
Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax!
We children of the fountain and the lake
Let us wake
Our full choir-shout, as the flutes are ringing out,
Our symphony of clear-voiced song.
The song we used to love in the Marshland up above,
In praise of Dionysus to produce,
Of Nysaean Dionysus, son of Zeus,
When the revel-tipsy throng, all crapulous and gay,
To our precinct reeled along on the holy Pitcher day,
Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax.

Dionysus: O, dear! O, dear! now I declare
I’ve got a bump upon my rump,

Frogs: Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax.

Dionysus: But you, perchance, don’t care.

Frogs: Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax.

Dionysus: Hang you, and your ko-axing tool
There’s nothing but ko-ax with you.

Frogs: That is right, Mr. Busybody, right!
For the Muses of the lyre love us well;
And hornfoot Pan who plays on the pipe his jocund lays;
And Apollo, Harper bright, in our Chorus takes delight;
For the strong reed’s sake which I grow within my lake
To be girdled in his lyre’s deep shell.
Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax.

Dionysus: My hands are blistered very sore;
My stern below is sweltering so,
‘Twill soon, I know, upturn and roar
Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax.
O tuneful race, O pray give o’er,
O sing no more.

Frogs: Ah, no! ah, no!
Loud and louder our chant must flow.
Sing if ever ye sang of yore,
When in sunny and glorious days
Through the rushes and marsh-flags springing
On we swept, in the joy of singing
Myriad-diving roundelays.
Or when fleeing the storm, we went
Down to the depths, and our choral song
Wildly raised to a loud and long
Bubble-bursting accompaniment.

Frogs and Dionysus: Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax.

Dionysus: This timing song I take from you.

Frogs: That’s a dreadful thing to do.

Dionysus: Much more dreadful, if I row
Till I burst myself, I trow.

Frogs and Dionysus: Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax.

Dionysus: Go, hang yourselves; for what care I?

Frogs: All the same we’ll shout and cry,
Stretching all our throats with song,
Shouting, crying, all day long,

Frogs and Dionysus: Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax.

Dionysus: In this you’ll never, never win.

Frogs: This you shall not beat us in.

September 21, 2016admin 6 Comments »
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  • Cryptogenic Says:

    A poisonous addendum:

    “[B]atrachotoxin binds to and irreversibly opens the sodium channels of nerve cells such that they cannot reset. The neuron is no longer capable of ‘firing’ (sending messages) and this results in paralysis.”

    The real etiology of Hillary’s illness? Death by kek?


    Posted on September 21st, 2016 at 2:53 pm Reply | Quote
  • Brett Stevens Says:

    The ancient ways of the Frog are upon us. Perhaps more realistic than the Apollonian dream, at least in the Kali-Yuga.


    Posted on September 21st, 2016 at 3:06 pm Reply | Quote
  • pepe abides Says:

    ranidaphobia (n): fear of frogs.


    Posted on September 21st, 2016 at 3:32 pm Reply | Quote
  • Dick Wagner Says:

    “Brexit, Brexit!” – Frog with British accent


    Posted on September 21st, 2016 at 3:55 pm Reply | Quote
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    Posted on September 21st, 2016 at 4:12 pm Reply | Quote
  • a visitor Says:

    Haven’t y’all heard the story of the frogs who wanted a king?

    “The Frogs, grieved at having no established Ruler, sent ambassadors to Jupiter entreating for a King. Perceiving their simplicity, he cast down a huge log into the lake. The Frogs were terrified at the splash occasioned by its fall and hid themselves in the depths of the pool. But as soon as they realized that the huge log was motionless, they swam again to the top of the water, dismissed their fears, climbed up, and began squatting on it in contempt. After some time they began to think themselves ill-treated in the appointment of so inert a Ruler, and sent a second deputation to Jupiter to pray that he would set over them another sovereign. He then gave them an Eel to govern them. When the Frogs discovered his easy good nature, they sent yet a third time to Jupiter to beg him to choose for them still another King. Jupiter, displeased with all their complaints, sent a Heron, who preyed upon the Frogs day by day till there were none left to croak upon the lake.
    Better no rule than cruel rule.”


    Posted on September 21st, 2016 at 4:45 pm Reply | Quote

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