War Music : An Account of Books 1-4 and 16-19 of Homer's Iliad by Christopher Logue
All Day Permanent Red: An Account of the First Battle Scenes of Homer's Iliad by Christopher Logue
All Day Permanent Red : The First Battle Scenes of Homer's Iliad Rewritten by Christopher Logue
all day afternoon (judybats) and anne carson's autobiography of red -- this is what I
War and the Iliad by Simone Weil

az: Logue's Homer - Cold Calls: War Music Cont (by Christopher Logue) :
British poet Christopher Logue has been working on his "account" of Homer's Iliad since the early 1960s, and I've long feared he might not live to complete it, especially when you consider how long it takes him to write. "War Music," published in 1962, was the first piece he released, covering Book 16 of the Iliad. Over forty years later, and he's only covered Books 1-6 and 17-19. But now we have Cold Calls, which covers Books 7-8, and is apparently the penultimate chapter. According to his publisher, Logue is even now working on the final (!) volume of War Music. Logue's installments have been released years (even decades) apart from one another, but the day will come when they are placed together, in order, in one volume.
Cold Calls contains some of the best lines Logue's written. Here's one such example, as Zeus speaks to Aphrodite, Hera, and Athena: "Darlings," He said, "You know that being a god means being blamed. Do this - no good. Do that - the same. The answer is: Avoid humanity. Remember - I am God. I see the bigger picture."
Only here, in Logue's fabulous Iliad, will you find Aphrodite calling Hera a "blubber-bummed wife" with "gobstopper nipples," and Athena an "undercurved preceptatrix." Only here will you find this same goddess appearing in "grey silk lounge pyjamas piped with gold" and "snakeskin flip-flops," and referred to as "Our Lady of the Thong."
and another excerpt: Around the tower 1000 Greeks, 1000 Ilians; amid their swirl, His green hair dressed in braids, each braid Tipped with a little silver bell, note Nyro of Simi - the handsomest of all the Greeks, save A. nice:'A.' I like that. The trouble was, he had no fight. He dashed from fight to fight, Struck a quick blow, then dashed straight out again. Save that this time he caught, As Prince Aeneas caught his breath, That Prince's eye very nice syntax; who blocked his dash, And as lord Panda waved and walked away, Took his head off his spine with a backhand slice - Beautiful stuff...straight from the blade... Still, as it was a special head, Mowgag, Aeneas' minder - Bright as a box of rocks, but musical - Spiked it, then hoisted it, and twizzling the pole Beneath the blue, the miles of empty air mm, Marched to the chingaling of its tinklers, A majorette, towards the Greeks, the tower. very good.