Saturday, December 8, 2007

“equal to the gods.”

“equal to the gods.”
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The world of gods and the world of men were quite apart; gods were not primarily concerned with regulating men, not men with emulating gods… So far from being a punishment for error, tragedy may therefore be proof of the sufferer’s merits and demonstration that he deserves the status of hero.” Ancient gods had their own world partially separated from the human one. In their “gods’ world” two plus two might equal five, but in the world of men they must continue making it four which results is tragedy. Gods could never fail because they establish what is right or wrong. Punishment for gods’ mistakes was eliminated in gods’ world. They appear in the earliest literature for the reason to give advice to people, most of the time simply because people cannot recognize what is right and what is wrong. There were individual gods to solve special problems and their concern for mortal being depended solely on these particular interests. However, there was one thing that may have made them wish they were like humans and that was that they could not taste what is to be human. The ancient gods could never know how it feels to fall from misfortune to happiness, to fight against their destiny, experience the consequences of one’s choices good or bad, and since the fact they were immortal they could never gain the status of a hero. Even a flawed human could still be honored as a hero. Oedipus’ problem was that he did not listen neither to Chorus nor to Jocasta, and he wanted to find out the dreadful truth. Sophocles’ play begins and ends with Oedipus, a man who Apollo’s priest declares: “equal to the gods.” The biggest concern throughout the play is whether Oedipus’ punishment is from the gods because of their envy or given as a result of his own or someone else’s mistakes.

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She is after a brown poet’s ass
Burnt out burnished unsung
Hammer and tongue
Satan’s hand maiden
Devils tongue
A poetic blonde beetle
On a poem hunter cow dung
Tearing out her lungs
My ratings have crashed
A slip of the tongue
Oedipus Rex
Penile Envy
Freud Adler Carl Jung
What God did not make
How can it be well endowed and hung
A fools saying poetic wisdom far flung
Protect your mind
From chaotic cosmic
Even with
Bengal black magic
It won’t get stung
The spirit is willing
While the body is young

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