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Chapter 5
II.5.heading · Wachsmuth pp. 35
⟨On Poetry⟩125
Plato from Laws Book Four
II.5.1 · Wachsmuth pp. 35
There is an old story, lawgiver, which we ourselves are always telling and which everyone else accepts as well: whenever a poet sits on the Muse’s tripod, he is then not in his right mind, but, like a spring, freely lets whatever comes to him flow. Since his art is imitation, he is often compelled to contradict himself when he portrays people whose dispositions oppose one another; and he does not know whether one set of things he says or the other is true.126
The same author from the Phaedrus
II.5.2 · Wachsmuth pp. 35
Whoever comes to the gates of poetry without the Muses’ madness, persuaded that art will make him an adequate poet, remains unfulfilled, both he himself and his poetry.127
Plato from the Ion · 1
II.5.3.1 · Wachsmuth pp. 35-36
Your speaking well about Homer is not a matter of art, as I was just saying; rather, a divine power moves you, like the power in the stone which Euripides called the Magnesian stone, but most people call the Heraclean. For this stone not only attracts the iron rings themselves, but also puts a power into the rings, so that they can do the very same thing as the stone: attract other rings. Thus a very long chain of pieces of iron and rings sometimes hangs one from another, while the power of all of them hangs from that stone.128
Plato from the Ion · 2
II.5.3.2 · Wachsmuth pp. 36
In the same way, the Muse herself makes people divinely inspired, and through these inspired people another chain of those possessed by inspiration is suspended. For all good epic poets utter all these beautiful poems through divine inspiration and possession, rather than through art. Good lyric poets do likewise: just as those in Corybantic frenzy, while not in their right minds, ⟨dance, so too lyric poets, while not in their right minds,⟩ compose these beautiful songs. Once they enter into melody and rhythm, they are in Bacchic frenzy and possessed, like those who draw honey and milk from rivers when possessed, but not when in their right minds; and the soul of the lyric poets does what they themselves describe.129
Plato from the Ion · 3
II.5.3.3 · Wachsmuth pp. 36
For surely the poets tell us that they bring us their songs, gathering them from honey-flowing springs or from certain gardens and glades of the Muses, like bees, themselves flying in the same way; and what they say is true. For a poet is a light, winged, sacred thing, unable to compose until he becomes divinely inspired and out of his mind, and understanding is no longer within him. …130
Plato from the Ion · 4
II.5.3.4 · Wachsmuth pp. 36-37
For if they knew by art how to speak well on one subject, they would know how to speak on all the others as well. For these reasons the god takes away their understanding and uses them as his servants, along with singers of oracles and divinely inspired seers, so that we who hear may know that these people, whose understanding is absent, are not the ones who utter these things of such great worth. Rather, it is the god himself who says these things and speaks to us through them.131