ANCIENT GREEK VAMPIRE

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cast

ambrogio the first vampire

selene

a choros

argument

a day in the life of ambrogio from wake to sleep — vampires must move with their dirt so unity of place is always maintained or the vampire stops — a vampire’s waking song is all that they work on all day - night - long

requirement

is maintaining aristotelian unity as metaphor for the vampire’s quest for stable memory - a vampire is a witch’s ladder

hekatebolos

far striker

far worker

i am a vampire

my name is ambrogio

i am the first vampire

i am an ancient greek vampire

born in the sixth century before christ

i am unknown for the most part

as are the rest of us, really

no one believes in us

we can walk in daylight but we are not vampires then

we can hunt and drink blood but it’s unnecessary

a vampire does not need to drink blood to stay alive

we are not alive

we appear human at night

we appear as angels in the daylight

i am gabriel

the messenger angel

gifted with the power to communicate with the dead

to communicate the dead to the living

we are not alive

but you are

you are alive

and well

and loved

i was born 500 years before christ

before the idea of gabriel reached mankind

zeus by homer was canon

zeus by homer was how we lived

and how we dreamed

the iliad and the odyssey were the way i saw the world at large

it was the way we all saw it (and all is relative)

as a boy - achilles was the embodiment

helen of sparta

not of troy

helen was never at troy

the most beautiful woman in the world to any who saw her

without blemish

the face that launched a thousand ships

odysseus was a thinking achilles

maker of the trojan horse

an extension of his own soul

going home

in two directions

ending up on the shore of the underworld

in the land of hades

to communicate

by a rivulet of blood

to the embodiment

to achilles

and to* one of his own greeks

that fell and broke his neck

even when odysseus returned

he had to leave again

ithaca and ithacan

dionysos on the moving altar

after entering any vineyard

seeks the reflective oracles

over the machine

then

the temple drinkers

and whispers

empty cipher, empty cipher

to check on his divinity

the foreign god

the only one of the pantheon

with a mortal parent

who gets away with such impiety

if a solid witch

is found in the mix

the libations turn venomous

and constrict

divert the blood long enough

the god’s insanity

will find its fix

and sit

pretty soon

what god and goodness created

splits

you become

what the persians call

ilm al-khafiya

a string with knots tied in-it

a vampire

the dead communicate

just beneath the substrate

of reality

just beyond the comprehension

of the drunken bacchant

blood madness of satyrs and bacchae

humans become the third type of satyr

or the second type of bacchae

a cow satyr

or a blue belle

this is where evil dwells

it was an event like this

that happens cyclic

with dionysos

that created the theater of the night

this abomination of excess

and at the edges … this cow satyr

that is the reason for me

a vampire

i am the cylinder seal

of an ancient carnelian sculptor

red milk and the artificial sky

you can pass anything through me

i am not alive

i spent 12 years with pythagoras

in babylon

bematist

pace counter

the pulsed memory of hermes

vampires love to count

each of these years

was marked

with traveling

to india

to nysa

the military order of dionysos

the mood

the moooood if you get my joke

in-media-res

would spend 10 days

on mount meru

preparing the athens retinue

the march west

in the modern month of march no less

elaphebolion

on the final return

i departed not to croton

and the pythagorean base

of my last 12 years

but to sybaros

when i arrived in sybaros

i bought a cow

in a pasture

that had a sybol

with a sybol rock

i didn’t buy the sybol

she was just there

but the rock gave me hope

so as they say

it all came with the lot

each day i would moo with my cows

and each night go listen to the sybol talk

since then, the “moo” has been my second favorite sound

and this neat, neat lady greets me each evening,

no matter if i am this way or that way

up or down

she never falters or fails to resound

“ambrogio, ambrogio!

the moon has never not been around!”

Seth Lombardy’s Ancient Greek Vampire

Or, Ambrogio The First Vampie

Vampires must move with their dirt. Playwright. Questing a postmodern Greek theatre. Currently wrighting Ambrogio The First Vampire.

This play began as a search to find a story to tell my wife on evening drives during The Pandemic.

Ambrogio is wherever and Selene is with him. The Choros exists. The play is executed by Ambrogio working his way through his Waking Song which you see above; the Choros telling him back about how it reflects in context; and, Selene guides both - and uses her own dialogue - and commands The Choros.

The play ends when Ambrogio gets to the finale of his waking song with Selene saying her own line instead of being described,

Every time.

The play is intended to follow The Platon Line noted with link in the introductory blocks.

All Vampires By Their Geography, “no matter if they are this way or that way”, follow this kata - this way.

This play is dedicated to my wife, Leslie - who absolutely does not buy into fantasy.

Mooooooo!

: me@sethlombardy.com

Last Updated: November 30; 2025