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Oedipus Rex: A.K.A. The Shittest Day EVER
“But all eyes fail before time’s eyes/All actions come to justice there” (1163-1164).
I'm creating a new shelf entitled "Kids Dig It," and to it I will add works kids of all ages dig --- bedtime stories like the Pokey Little Puppy and stories like Oedipus, which I am currently reading with 11th grade IB students.
It is bull shit to think teenagers don't like the classics. I'd like to bake a bull shit pie and slam it in the face of all such negative Nellies.
When studying O.R. in a classroom of 25, two will be swooning into absolute love (slaves, already, to the Muse), 19 are reading and speaking with considerable animation, and the usual 4 are hating me, their peers, and all humanity, including Sophocles. (Reader, they are also hating you.)
What matters to Ms. h. in room 211? Every eyeball is glued to the page! Even the snarlers are like "Holy fuck, this is fucked up. Are you even allowed to teach us this?"
Sophocles gives no answers and no solutions. It's terrifying. Do we, like O.R., "weave our own doom"? Are we equally benighted? That’s why the angry kids in the room are paying attention: their spidey senses are tingling. Might they to be a "child of endless night?"
Could it be that life is often a horror show? And that in the sorry end "our lives like birds take wing/like sparks that fly when a fire soars/to the shore of the god of evening"?
And even when we feel the divine move our souls with radiant beauty, aren't we still afeared? I will die. My children will die. All I love or will love must die. How I quake when Choragos turns toward me in my joy. Her ancient voice rings in my ears, and I hear her words sung so long afore: “Let every women in humanity's frailty/Consider her last day; and let none/Presume upon on her good fortune until she find/Life, at her death, a memory without pain.”
Tragedy. The Greeks looked unflinchingly at what we cannot understand but must experience. Are we brave enough to look?
So, if you clicked on this review because you are looking for a book your kid might dig, believe me, this is it. Granted, it is rated PG 13. Read it with your teen, again or for the first time.
However, if you still have a toddler to tuck in, please click over to my review of the Butter Battle Book by Dr. Seuss, which is a fantastic satirical yarn disguised as silly farce. You will enjoy reading this aloud. You will be for real laughing with your sweet Jessica, rather than yearning to Oedipus your eyeballs out.
“But all eyes fail before time’s eyes/All actions come to justice there” (1163-1164).
I'm creating a new shelf entitled "Kids Dig It," and to it I will add works kids of all ages dig --- bedtime stories like the Pokey Little Puppy and stories like Oedipus, which I am currently reading with 11th grade IB students.
It is bull shit to think teenagers don't like the classics. I'd like to bake a bull shit pie and slam it in the face of all such negative Nellies.
When studying O.R. in a classroom of 25, two will be swooning into absolute love (slaves, already, to the Muse), 19 are reading and speaking with considerable animation, and the usual 4 are hating me, their peers, and all humanity, including Sophocles. (Reader, they are also hating you.)
What matters to Ms. h. in room 211? Every eyeball is glued to the page! Even the snarlers are like "Holy fuck, this is fucked up. Are you even allowed to teach us this?"
Sophocles gives no answers and no solutions. It's terrifying. Do we, like O.R., "weave our own doom"? Are we equally benighted? That’s why the angry kids in the room are paying attention: their spidey senses are tingling. Might they to be a "child of endless night?"
Could it be that life is often a horror show? And that in the sorry end "our lives like birds take wing/like sparks that fly when a fire soars/to the shore of the god of evening"?
And even when we feel the divine move our souls with radiant beauty, aren't we still afeared? I will die. My children will die. All I love or will love must die. How I quake when Choragos turns toward me in my joy. Her ancient voice rings in my ears, and I hear her words sung so long afore: “Let every women in humanity's frailty/Consider her last day; and let none/Presume upon on her good fortune until she find/Life, at her death, a memory without pain.”
Tragedy. The Greeks looked unflinchingly at what we cannot understand but must experience. Are we brave enough to look?
So, if you clicked on this review because you are looking for a book your kid might dig, believe me, this is it. Granted, it is rated PG 13. Read it with your teen, again or for the first time.
However, if you still have a toddler to tuck in, please click over to my review of the Butter Battle Book by Dr. Seuss, which is a fantastic satirical yarn disguised as silly farce. You will enjoy reading this aloud. You will be for real laughing with your sweet Jessica, rather than yearning to Oedipus your eyeballs out.