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Thursday, June 8, 2023

Now our charms are all o'erthrown






Anthony Esolen posited an interesting observation of William Shakespeare as Prospero in the play "The Tempest". No doubt that's as it was.  But there is a sense in that last speech of Prospero's of being trapped inside the art - almost as though the artist was trying to shift himself and the audience to think of the world through a lens other than the entertaining lens of art he himself had forged.  At the beginning he claims 

Now my charms are all o'erthrown

 The magic he had come to rely upon has been defeated; by what?  by love?  by the next generation that he had to give way to?  B/c of his reliance on magic Prospero finds himself weak and a bit defenseless

And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint.  

 



But that's the human condition ain't it?  To learn to give up the powers (art, speech, knowledge, sports, business, law) that give us control over the universe and accept that we are, in fact, rather helpless little creatures in need of salvation.  That's a tough row to hoe.  Who is the "you" he addresses after this revelation?  The audience?  How does the audience "confine" Prospero to the island?  Perhaps by wanting more of the good old drama sauce!  Wanting to see him (Shakespeare) not as a human in need of help but as the dramatist, the playwright, the funny guy, the wit, the magician.  It's like Prospero is replaying the scene of Mercutio's death (another wit from an earlier time) but this time trying to escape the death on the stage rather than be condemned b/c no one takes him seriously and goes to "fetch a surgeon".  A fate worse than death - to die on the stage being thought of as "only an actor" or "only a playwright" or "only a teacher" or "only a lawyer" or whatever.  Or else to be sent to Naples (equally harsh).
Then Prospero begs the audience to release him.  The audience!  Think of that!  The power we have to release another human being from the confines of our own perception of him/her - even if it is a perception that he created.  That's mercy right there and Prospero pleads for it. 

 

Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell...

 


The audience, the crowd, society, et alia has a magic itself that casts a "spell" over the individual; traps them; pigeon-holes them; formulates them and leaves them "sprawling on a pin" (T.S.Eliot) and that spell has to be broken lest the individual be broken by it.  I myself have this problem with great artists like Plato, Bach, Van Eyck, JRR Tolkien - it is difficult to stop thinking of them as "that great and godlike artist" and to think of them as just another man, full of man-doubt and dealing with man-troubles and responding to other idiots in the world;


Prospero has done everything to try and be good, married off his daughter, regained his dukedom, pardoned those who wronged him - but he has also done everything to try and please the audience.  Are you not entertained?

 

And he finds himself bound by the very magical spells he cast in order to please others and accomplish his goals.  Character, to paraphrase Heraclitus, can be a kind of fate - one which leaves us at the mercy of other people to release us from our own image and give us the freedom to simply be mortal.
.. release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.

 

The spell can be broken if we would only clap for him and signal an end to the play and approval of what  he has offered (rather than boos, catcalls, or *gasp* silence) b/c the artist seeks to please - craves the approval of others - wants them to affirm that his mudpies are more than mudpies, as my dad used to say.  And after years of being the genius, witty, humorous wizard that he was, even my dad had to be told, "it's okay, dad.  You've done what you need to do.  You can let go now."  And he did.  And our gentle breath filled the sail of his Mandjet into the next world.
 
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please.  

 

"Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged," as Malvolio says in Twelfth Night.  But it's never enough.  (see the Alec Guiness movie, "The Horse's Mouth")


The art never captures the bright spirit; a spirit which, like Ariel, must actually be freed in the end.  And even though the artist desires to enforce his will & enchant others and craves spirits & art to do so he has to seek another way to live or be damned.
Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer...

 


Similarly Galadriel, tempted by the ring, recognizes that her heart has long desired this thing - but then she chooses to be a nobody and fade into the West and remain herself.  But Shakespeare acknowledges that he cannot do it alone.  Not only does he need to be released from always playing the fool (or Wizard, or Prince) but he needs the audience to do more; to assault heaven for him and pray for his salvation as a man, not just as an artist.
Which pardons so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.

 

 

Ultimately if the audience would be pardoned for crimes, so too would the artist; so too would we all - the crime of making a persona so powerful and so popular that we, like Robin Williams or Mercutio, cannot escape from it w/o the help and forgiveness of others.  


Ultimately everything will fade away:


Ultimately magic (or art) cannot stop this fading, this long defeat, from happening.  Ultimately, it is not the way to salvation - though it can craft some beautiful gardens and pathways in that direction.  Ultimately, Love alone and forgiveness born of love are the final and only indulgences we must choose to release others and release ourselves from the spell of this world, and face what dreams may come in that great rounding sleep.

As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

 


Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint.  Now 'tis true
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples.  Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please.  Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pardons so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.






And for good measure (for measure) here is a bit by John Dowland sung by counter-tenor Andreas Scholl.  The tune would have been contemporaneous with ol' Billy S and the playwright most likely had musical numbers in his play similar to this diddy:  (oh, and if you are opposed to men singing like girls this won't be the thing for you)


Tuesday, June 6, 2023

Romeo & Juliet & Larry & Paolo & Francesca & Gianciotto


I came across two terms the other day that were very interesting to the discussion of Romeo & Juliet.


Free indirect speech 
style of third-person narration which uses some of the characteristics of third-person along with the essence of first-person direct speech; it is also referred to as free indirect discoursefree indirect style, or, in Frenchdiscours indirect libre.

This one I heard about in a podcast on Jane Austen (for dudes) which can be found here:

This one my daughter clued me into as a term used throughout the internet by the youngsters:
The process by which a single trait from a character is overstated and brandished to the point that it becomes the character's only trait. Flanderization is almost always for the worst and tends to draw viewers away from the the medium that the character represents.

Thinking of our discussion the other night I thought, "Is it possible that Shakespeare himself was exercising an early form of free indirect speech?"  He doesn't have a narrator (obviously) but he has a chorus - one which frames our thinking about the play twice.  The chorus tells us that the two households are "alike in dignity" (leading us to believe that they are dignified and not a bunch of thugs and hotheads); chorus tells us that there is an uncleanness due to an "ancient grudge" (very classical tragedy-like); chorus introduces the oxymoron "fatal loins"; and chorus suggests that the love btwn the two youths is "star-crossed" - meaning fated for death from the beginning - but also suggesting that it ain't their fault!  It has nothing to do with their character or their choices.  Just la merda succede, I guess.  Chorus also suggests that the "death-mark'd love" and the "children's end" heal the division btwn the two houses and removes their parents "continuance (of) rage".


But does it?  If the setting is medieval Italy so beset with civil strife that Dante called it 

Ah slavish Italy! thou inn of grief,
Vessel without a pilot in loud storm,
Lady no longer of fair provinces,
But brothel-house impure!
- Purg VI

and Machiavelli wrote that Italy was

... without head, without order, beaten, despoiled, torn, overrun; and to have endured every kind of desolation... left as without life, waits for him who shall yet heal her wounds and put an end to the ravaging and plundering of Lombardy, to the swindling and taxing of the kingdom and of Tuscany, and cleanse those sores that for long have festered. 
- Prince XXVI

And if the character of the two heads of families proved itself to be incapable of change, would they have ceased from their constant disputes and rivalries?  The historical fact of the matter is that most of the disputes in wartorn medieval Italy were ancient clan strifes that lined up behind the two factions of the Guelphs and Ghibellines.  

The year 1198 saw the beginning of two such political parties–the Guelphs and Ghibellines. (The Montecchis were Ghibellines; the Capuletis were Guelphs.)

Perhaps the Capulets and Montagues are no different possessing an "ancient strife" that now finds its form in support of the Pope vs. the HRE (Holy Roman Emperor); the spiritual power vs. the secular; realists vs. nominalists.  IDK - but it seems unlikely such strife will cease b/c of two bratty kids offing themselves.



For Florence and her allies, the Battle of Montaperti turned into a disaster. The Guelphs began to flee, and the Ghibellines, made crazy by their success, killed without restraint, including enemies who were ready to surrender. The Arbia Creek became red with Florentine blood. When night fell, 10,000 men lay dead in the field and 4,000 were missing.

But back to my theme.  The second time chorus shows up is in the prologue to act II (why not the other acts, I wonder?).  Here chorus leads us to believe that "old desire" (for strife et alia) is in its death-bed and that "young affection" (so sweet) longs to inherit the rule; love trumps hate, amirite?  But hold on!  Chorus tells us that the beauty which seemed so sweet before, causing groaning and "I would die for her" is now not being just to poor Sappio.  Sure, he loves again and has love requited (which is a nice way of saying he got the girl) but he is "bewitched by the charm of looks" and if she were to "steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks" he would have to complain to his foes.  Bummer.  Both of them are forced to remain secretive by the cultural strife btwn their families - as they should have accounted before they got hitched.  But it's okay b/c "passion lends them power, time means" to confront their harsh problems with real sweetness.  Flowers in gun muzzles and all that.  





It is this read which seems to have appealed to the Romantics who praised Romeo & Juliet and equally praised the characters of Paolo & Francesca when Dante's works re-emerged in the 19th century:


Perhaps a confirmation of this complexity of character (an anti-Flanderization, if you will) could be in the connection to Dante's characters, Paolo & Francesca:

Although no version of Francesca's story is known to exist before Dante, Giovanni Boccaccio--a generation or two after Dante--provides a "historical" account of the events behind Francesca's presentation that would not be out of place among the sensational novellas of his prose masterpiece, The Decameron. Even if there is more fiction than fact in Boccaccio's account, it certainly helps explain Dante-character's emotional response to Francesca's story by presenting her in a sympathetic light. Francesca, according to Boccaccio, was blatantly tricked into marrying Gianciotto, who was disfigured and uncouth, when the handsome and elegant Paolo was sent in his brother's place to settle the nuptial contract. Angered at finding herself wed the following day to Gianciotto, Francesca made no attempt to restrain her affections for Paolo and the two in fact soon became lovers. Informed of this liaison, Gianciotto one day caught them together in Francesca's bedroom (unaware that Paolo got stuck in his attempt to escape down a ladder, she let Gianciotto in the room); when Gianciotto lunged at Paolo with a sword, Francesca stepped between the two men and was killed instead, much to the dismay of her husband, who then promptly finished off Paolo as well.


I suggest, however, that humans are more complicated than the Romantics thought; our motives and passions and reasons for doing things are sometimes hidden even from ourselves; thinking we know what is best in the face of convention, learning, and religious teaching enmirks an already mirky situation.  And I think Shakespeare knew this and embodied it in his play.  What were Francesca's reasons for starting an affair with the good-looking cousin?  Anger at being tricked into marrying the hunchback?  Spite against her family (and his) for the trick?  An attempt to seize control of her situation in the only way she knew how?  This seems eerily similar to possible motives of Juliet that supersede the Flanderized "true love" motive.

It is unclear whether Shakespeare read Dante (the Italian's works were not translated into English until the Romantic era) but he probably had some familiarity with them from other sources, the traffic btwn Italy and England being what it was:

...it seems likely that Shakespeare would have been surrounded by people who were versed in Italian literature and language, due to its popularity. And he'd have been talking to them to get the necessary details for the Italian settings of his plays. Dante's work was certainly known in 17th century England so it seems inconceivable that Shakespeare would not have heard about them, likely in detail, at least in second hand. The limited parallels drawn between Inferno and Much Ado About Nothing in the referenced question and answer require no more than limited knowledge of the Inferno.



It seems likely that the English Bard was reflecting on the same damning thing that got Francesca and Paolo into the second circle of hell; namely the mortal sin of lust.  The Saint Augustine Prayer Book has this interesting entry in the section on examination of conscience:
Lust is the misuse of sex for personal gratification, debasing it from the holy purpose for which God has given it to us.
Then in the various forms of lust are listed:
Unchastity (obviously)
Immodesty (obviously)
Prudery (not so much obviously but still, fairly obvious)
Cruelty.  Deliberate infliction of pain, mental or physical.  Tormenting of animals.  (say what?)
In this sense lust and violence are closely united; Venus and Mars are lovers.  The manifestation of unbridled lust may differ in the sexes or btwn individuals but it primarily stems from hubristic focus on one's own desire to dominate the world like a god:
 
Lust has as its focus gratifying oneself, and it often leads to toxic actions to fulfill one’s desires with no consideration to the consequences. Lust springs forth from selfishness and greed.

According to Baker's Biblical Dictionary, Lust is "a strong craving or desire, often of a sexual nature. Though used relatively infrequently (twenty-nine times) in Scripture, a common theme can be seen running through its occurrences. The word is never used in a positive context; rather, it is always seen in a negative light, relating primarily either to a strong desire for sexual immorality or idolatrous worship."

Shakespeare writes about this unbridled sin twice in his sonnets; 
where he calls lust in action an "​expense of spirit in a waste of shame​"​ and goes on to say that
​... till action, lust
Is perjured, ​​murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,
Past reason hunted; and, no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so,
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream...



and again in 
where he describes his lustful love as "a fever"
...longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed:
    For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Neither sonnet speaks to glowingly about this sin and it stands to reason that the Bard would embody this "murd'rous, bloody, full of blame, / Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust" disease which threatens to engulf the soul in something "as black as hell" and "as dark as night" in actual characters within a play.  

Dante himself had distinguished btwn the two seemingly identical movements of the soul praising one and condemning the other despite both being indicated by the same Italian word "amor":
    • working from ideas already present in his moral canzone Doglia mi reca, in Inferno 5 Dante insists that reason and love not only can coexist but must coexist: a passion that is antithetical to reason, that is not the product of a free will, cannot be called love
    • the word amore: in Inferno 2, “amore”, rightly construed, is aligned with reason, and leads to salvation: “amor mi mosse, che mi fa parlare” (Inf. 2.72). In Inferno 5, “amore”, wrongly construed, leads to death: “Amor condusse noi ad una morte” (Inf. 5.106). The latter passion is not love, according to Dante’s understanding of love. But it is the same word “amore” in both instances, so it is up to us to learn to construe and understand correctly. In his moral canzone Doglia mi reca, Dante had already indicated the need to apply an alert hermeneusis, explaining that some call by the word ‘‘love’’ what is in reality mere bestial appetite: “chiamando amore appetito di fera” (143).
    • https://digitaldante.columbia.edu/dante/divine-comedy/inferno/inferno-5/
Again, it seems likely to me that the English Bard would have at least heard rumor of Dante's thinking even if by alternate sources.  The characters of his play, therefore, seem highly tuned toward this sort of destructive "amor ad una morte" rather than the "l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle".  Even if Romeo's form of lust (womanish, mindless, wreckless, simpering behavior) differs from Juliet's (manlike, spiteful, cruel, bitter, manipulative, engulfing) both share in the extreme and violent end that drives them inevitably, tragically toward their own useless and pointless self-destruction.


There was, fascinatingly enough, a Romeo & Juliet (& Larry); or Paolo & Francesca ( & Gianciotto) trifecta much closer to Shakespeare's time which was so notorious in Europe that it seems unlikely he would NOT know of it.   This was the story of Carlos Gesualdo;
One fateful night in October 1590, Gesualdo discovered her in flagrante with the Duke of Andria, Don Fabrizio Carafa (he was wearing Maria’s silk nightgown at the time). Gesualdo immediately set about slaughtering the pair, slashing their limbs with his sword, mutilating their sexual organs, and puncturing their skulls with the bullets of his gun. He then allegedly murdered the baby boy who may or may not have been his or Don Fabrizio’s child by swinging him to death in his castle courtyard.

The murderous duke composed most glorious and beautiful music.  



But he was, nevertheless, a murderer of the worst degree.  What motives led him to slaughter his wife, her lover, and their little boy?  What motives led her to engage in the affair in the first place?  What motives led Don Fabrizio Carafa to wear women's night clothes?  What motives led Romeo to seek solace in the arms of a willing woman?  What motives drove Juliet to avoid and condemn her own family?  What drove her to deny her father and refuse her name?

Whatever the answers might be, Shakespeare isn't writing a sweet but tragic romance (as the Romantics of the 19th century would lead us to believe).  Instead he wrote a tragedy wherein the motives, though obscure, emerge from the character of the  individuals.  The experience of this tragedy might bring to us a little suffering, and that suffering might bring some momdicum of wisdom if we pay attention.  "Character is fate" quipped Heraclitus (ἦθος ἀνθρώπῳ δαίμων) and if we are to learn anything from the tragic fate of these "star-crossed lovers" possessed of an "amor ad una morte" it is that we too might fall into the same character deficiencies that lead to their tragic implosion.



Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Fagles and the Closed Circle


I was struck this time around teaching Aeschylus of the remarkable nature of this play. Robert Fagles in his illuminative commentary,
"Serpent and the Eagle", claims that the Oresteia stands as one of the two greatest works of the golden age (the second being Phidias' Parthenon). Indeed, when one considers the problem of, as Fagles calls it, the perpetual cycle of human barbarity then the Oresteia offers a solution that is unique in history and pivotal to the development of Western thought.

When I teach the work I always begin by reflecting on the idea that drama originated as a bloodless representation of the bloody sacrifice of a goat or man for the sake of the city. The cathartic experience of seeing another living creature die for the sake of the city's sin, literally of witnessing a "scape goat", cannot be underestimated in the modern world. We all still need this cathartic experience which, as Walker Percy points out, seems to elevate us out of our daily life of complacent normalcy. Thus we still go for thrills at amusement parks, sports, movies, games, anything to jolt us out of the dull greyness of life. For those witnessing this early form of ritual violence the result must have been powerful.

But for the victim it was probably no bed of roses. Thus the myth that the goat sang a song of sorrow before being killed; a goat (tragos) song (oidos) that led to the tragedy (tragoidos) of later civilization. Tragedy became the bloodless representation of the bloody ceremony of death that prompts catharsis. The same jolt could be had through seeing simulated violence instead of seeing real violence and thus a civilization gained the merits of the cathartic experience without the barbarity of bloodshed that disrupts with its inevitable consequences. Mythologically, some god must surely have sent this bloodless substitute. Thus Dionysus, it was said, granted to Athens the Dionysiad; the week-long religious festival of dramatic performance. What began as a single chorus chanting the sorrowful dirges of death (perhaps as accompaniment to the impending sacrifice) evolved at some point to a chorus and a single actor (named Thespis for the sake of argument and thus "thespians"); this evolved again into chorus and several speakers and eventually into several individual characters as we have in modern drama.

The tragoidoi were, however, much more like modern religious ritual than modern entertainment. Just as in the modern Mass of the Catholic Church a single speaker (the priest) would lead a chorus (the congregation) in a series of movements, setting, dress, music, and words all designed to create a mythological world separate from daily experience and reinforcing the idea of a greater or elevated reality to human existence. (As a side soap box, the Church used to have, therefore, beautiful music, robes, incense, lighting, a dress code all in existence to create this separate world. Modern Catholicism abandons all this and so losees the whole sense of drama as ritualized transcendence. But that is another issue).

Aeschylus' plays are not too far removed from the chorus and one or two speakers of earlier drama. His play is still a religious iteration of the reality underlying human existence (like someone writing down the words of the Mass read by later generations). Oresteia, Fagles says, is a dramatic retelling of an eternal human story of death and rebirth; a movement from darkness into light. Yet the play also answers the age old question of what to do with human violence.

The problem with our race is that our default state of thought is tribal; we think first and foremeost in terms of The Tribe. Most of our history is a bloody business of violence and retaliation which emerges primarily from thinking in terms of ourselves as members of a tribe rather than of a polis, or city. Tribe does not mean just primitive societies such as Africa or Indians of Brazil or natives of Borneo, nor is tribe merely a question of sanguinity; "our kin". Rather it is a way of thinking about the world that keeps us primitive and violent

I refer, here, to the analysis of David Pryce-Jones in his study of the Middle East, "The Closed Circle". Pryce-Jones sets out three main criteria that distinguish tribal thought from polity thought. Tribal thinking consists of

1. "our group" greater than "their group"; us vs. them; we are blessed and they are damned
2. honor and the gaining of honor as the driving force of society; all is justified in the acquisition of honor
3. coersion as the main force to influence those w/in the tribe; force or violence

All lead to greater violence, retaliation, and more violence. The constant violence in Palestine, Afghanistan and Africa; the gang wars in Los Angeles and Chicago; the bloodshed in Japan all emerge from this form of thinking. How to break this? Can one break this especially since it goes back to the neolithic era or beyond? The cycle of violence seems perpetual; something ingrained in us from the dawn of rational humans. We specialize in slaughtering one another. Nor is our slaughter ended simply by sending Jimmy Carter to the Middle East.

Aeschylus' play suggests, to the contrary, that the perpetual cycle of human barbarity can be overcome.

Yet it can only be conquered by a radical shift in thought. First recognizing that this bloody cycle is a reality, is perpetual, and emerges from thinking in terms of the tribe. Second, Aeschylus suggests that the cycle can be overcome only by triumphing over "the barbarian latent in ourselves"; the hubristic capacity to commit all manner of horrors. This violence is a form of barbarism antithetical to civilization, yet within every person - everyone is capable of committing horrors. Only by triumphing over the barbarian w/in can we possibly break the cycle of violence. But how is this triumph over ourselves accomplished?

Aeschylus suggests, according to Fagles, that it is done by compassion and lasting self-control. The first, compassion, is loving your neighbor as yourself, seeing the annointed image of God in your neighbor. The second, lasting self-control, is pulling the plank out of our own eyes before taking the splinter out of our neighbor's eye. It must be lasting - like the alcoholic realizing he is an alcoholic must take steps against his disease and refrain, for the rest of his life, from drinking. So too the person wanting to conquer this barbarism must act upon love, realize he has been bought at a great price, and continually control himself from acting contrary to this love.

The serpent of our tribal barbarian, loathsome, close to the earth, inhuman in its reptilian coldness, has to be conquered by the eagle of our political self, immortal, autonomous, angelic. Only this conquering of the serpent in us, this movement out of darkness to light, from earth bound slavery in sin to the freedom of the new dawn, only this is a solution to what otherwise would prove a lasting servitude of horror and blood. This remarkable insight on the part of Aeschylus at the dawn of the Golden Age of Athens, even if it didn't take root in the Athens that was eventually defeated by Sparta at the end of the Polyponnesian war, nevertheless paved the way for the greater and more powerful mythology that was to dominate Europe for over 2000 years, which was to alter the course of Western Civilization from barbaric tribal roots to civilized political cultures, which even now seems the only solution to the problem of perpetual bloodshed and retribution.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Thoughts on Iliad

I love having a job where I can not only teach writing but in the process of teaching writing work out new ideas about works which I love.

On the Iliad:

1st

Achilles is spiritually blind.
Oedipus is spiritually blind.

Achilles has a, um, interesting relationship with Thetis, his mom.
Oediups has a, um, interesting relationship with his mom.

Achilles father, Peleus, is absent from the epic, spoken of only when asking if he is dead.
Oedipus has killed his father.

Achilles has a spiritual awakening only after an intense experience of pain and loss.
Oedipus has a spiritual awakening only after an intense experience of pain and loss.

So is Achilles another Oedipus? Was Homer aware of the myth? Or is Oedipus Achilles? Was Sophocles aware of the epic?

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2nd
Briseis mourns over Patroclus' body in book 19 saying that the dead man was gentle and good to her; "you were always kind."
Helen mourns over Hector's body in book 24 (the last of three female mourners, Andromache and Hecabe, and the penultimate human voice in the epic poem) saying that the dead man was always gentle and good to her; "you with your gentle words and your gentle ways"

Both are slaves; both are left utterly alone at the end of the work (Helen b/c she lives with a lout and Briseis b/c Achilles soon will be dead).
Both are mourning over the "good man" character who is now dead.
Both are mourning over the Achilles duplicate (Patroclus and Hector connected by the wearing of the armor)

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3rd
Homer makes the gods look ridiculous, undermines them, shows that they are not worthy of worhsip - but some of the humans who fail and die are. Homer elevates the humans to a position superior to the gods.
Why does he do this?
Hypothesis: He does this to

1. show that screwing up in life is not the worst thing possible

a. with perfect, unyielding and aloof gods who cannot experience the human condition the standard to which we hold ourselves makes us psychotic and homicidal (or suicidal)

2. smash the hold that the priesthood had on the lives of laypeople

a. a priesthood beholden to perfect gods would have held that perfection over laypeople like a cult or cabalistic master/slave relation

b. much like the scribes and Pharisees

c. Christ does later what Homer does here.

3. force the reader to find new gods (or god)

a. if these gods, these passions, are not to be worshipped as the God then who is? Deus ubi est?

Friday, October 16, 2009


There be dragons!