…Shiduri, the tavern keeper, sat,
at the edge of the Great Ocean,
her golden brewing-vat resting by her side.
Gilgamesh, whose heart was still full of anguish,
strode toward her…
‘This desperate man must be a murderer,’ thought Shiduri,
‘Why else would he be heading straight for me?’
She locked the lid of her brewing-vat and stood in front of it.
Gilgamesh heard the lock click and looked up.
There stood Shiduri staring at him, “Who are you,
and where are you going?” she said.
“I am the king of Wall-Girt Uruk,” said Gilgamesh, “I am
going to find Utnapishtim, so that I can ask him about the Herb of Immortality.”
“Why is there so much grief in your heart?” said Shiduri.
“My beloved friend, Enkidu, is turned to clay,” said Gilgamesh,
“Won’t I too, one day, lie down in the dirt like him
and never again rise?”
“There are none who can cross the Great Ocean
to Utnapishtim,” said Shiduri,
“Only Shamash, who traverses the sky, is brave enough!”
“But I am the man who slew the tree demon, Humbaba.
And it was I who tore the Bull of Heaven limb from limb.
There must be a way!” cried Gilgamesh, drawing his knife…
‘Gilgamesh is among the greatest things that can ever happen to a person.’
– Rainer Maria Rilke.
The Silent Eye’s Spring workshop for 2019
A Dramatic adaptation of the Epic of Gilgamesh…
Full details, cost and booking form are available by clicking HERE