Poor Oedipus

n

Born in Thebes, Oedipus was left to die on a mountaintop because a seer told Laius and Jocasta, his parents, that this infant was a threat to the throne. In real life he would have just died of exposure, another unfortunate unwanted child statistic, but in Greek mythology, a shepherd saves him and takes him to Corinth, where he is raised to believe he is the son of the king. Later the Oracle at Delphi, without so much as a u201cspoiler alert,u201d tells him he will kill his father and marry his mother. He vows to never go home to Corinth u2013 a problem avoided is a problem solved, right? Oops.

n

Back in Thebes, King Laius having removed what heu2019s been told is the only threat to his throne, becomes a blustery bully who picks fights with travelers.u00a0 Enter young Oed, who takes crap from no one and kills Laius. Oops again, first half of the prophesy fulfilled.

n

But before Fast Oedi can meet Jocasta, the love of his life, he hears of a monster wreaking havoc in Thebes. A Sphinx. a mean monster with the head and bust of a woman, and body of a lion, has laid siege to the city. u201cNobody getu2019s in or out unless he answers my riddle,u201d she screams.

n

Apparently ancient Greeks were not too good at riddle solving, because the Sphinx was murdering all who failed and there were a lot of bodies stacking up. So Oedipus stepped up. (This was in what the poet Hesiod called the Heroic Age after all, the only age which wasnu2019t worse than the previous one.)

n

u201cOK,u201d says the Sphinx, u201cwhat animal walks first on four legs, then on two, and later three?u201d

n

I donu2019t know if Oedipus gets it right away or has to think with the ancient Greek equivalent of the Jeopardy theme song playing in the background, but he answers,

n

u201cA man. He crawls as a baby, rises to walk on two legs, but must lean upon a cane when he is old.u201d

n

Evidently the Sphinx didnu2019t have much time for disappointment at being outsmarted, because Fast Oedi kills her too and then goes off to shack up with his mom, blind himself and become the subject of the Sophocles play and countless Freudian analyses.

n

The Riddle

n

One thing that intrigues me about the Sphinxu2019s riddle is that the Greeks cast man as an animal. Contrast that with the Judeo-Christian tradition of man with u201cdominion over all animals, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea.u201d

n

Another is the unity of the stages of manu2019s Growth, four legs two, and even aged leaning on a cane, he is one animal, a man. (This really meant a u201cperson,u201d but somehow for ancient Greeks man was less a gender specific u00a0is today.) I think as a child, I felt I was treated as somehow less than human. I was to u201cdo as I was told,u201d not u201ctalk back,u201d and accept what adults told me without question. These days there are times when my age makes me invisible. A colleague told me, u201cstop telling people how old you are; no one will listen to you.u201d

n

The Greeks seem to see a person, as one animal. He learns and his locomotion changes, but is one animal.

n

Aesop

n

The Greek fabulist (or Phrygian, which is in modern day Turkey) told a story of the Man, the Horse, the Ox and the dog.

n

Three animals a horse, and ox and a dog walked in the winter mountains. They were starving and freezing when they came upon a cabin in the wood. The man who lived there invited them in, made a warm bed for each near the fire. The man gave oats to the horse, hay to the ox and shared his own dinner with the dog.

n

Grateful, the animals each gave some of their essence to the man. They divided his life between them. The horse gave to youth, the high spirits and impatience with restraint. The Ox took gave strength to middle age, for hard work, steadiness, and focus. The dog took old age and gave loyalty and devotion to those who provided care, but peevishness and disdain for fools.

n

Aesop also made man one animal, but noted the differing attitudes of man as he aged. I think of the Big Mama Thornton song, that Elvis Pressley made famous, u201cYou ainu2019t nothinu2019,but a hound dog.u201d

n

Shakespeare

n

In As you Like It, there are two characters Touchstone and Jacques, who comment on the foibles of the other characters who behave foolishly and struggle to find or admit love. Touchstone the jester, is the optimist, the romantic who falls in love with love, whose humor is always rosy. Jacques is the failed idealist, the cynic who uses humor to mask his pain, upon discovering that the world is not ideal.

n

The Bard gives the description of the seven ages of man to the cynic Jaques. It has become one of the most famous speeches in Shakespeare,u00a0 and the one that Richard Kindersleyu2019s sculpture, pictured above, is meant to represent.

n

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely Players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His Acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

n

In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

n

Old Will doesnu2019t give Jacques nice things to say about man, Babies are u201cmewling and puking.u201d Kids hate school, young lovers u201csighingu201d and u201cwoeful.u201d Soldiers are u201cquick to quarrel.u201d Justices fat and pompous.

n

Jacques reserves his worst criticisms for the old, the u201cslippered pantaloonu201d and u201csecond childishness. . . sans everything.u201d Not sure whether this cynic would say Iu2019m in sixth or seventh stage, but I think Iu2019d find his remarks offensive either way.

n

I think old Will had some darker days. At least he had an appreciation for the depressive view of life, u201cTomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace till the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. . .Lifeu2019s but a walking shadow, a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing.u201d (Macbeth) Thatu2019s not exactly uplifting, but it did provide writers with some good book titles.

n

Touchstone has some good lines too: u201cThe more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
men do foolishly.u201d But I wish that Will had him address each of Jacques cynicisms about the stages of man. For each of the negative can be countered by love.

n

The mewling puking child is made beautiful and adoring through love. The whining schoolboy made to care for school through a teacheru2019s care. The loveru2019s sighs are requited, the soldieru2019s quick temper cooled. Listening with love to the old saws of the round bellied justice, and the man-child voice of the shrunken pantaloon, and even the toothless near oblivion second child improves their stage of life and the listener too.

n

But Touchstone is mum on such sentiments, so the seven stages of man stand as written.

n

Today

n

Younger friends now greet me holding my handshake with two hands, offering big smiles and riveting eye contact saying u201cHow are you?u201d. People my age and younger tell me to stop calling myself old or making jokes about being u201cstill vertical,u201d or u201cone step ahead of the Reaper.u201d

n

I figure Iu2019ve got some time left, but know that is not guaranteed. I do know that pondering the ages of man and where I fit is amusing, but even less valuable than reflecting on my life so far. Reflecting on history is only well spent as a driver of improvement, and change takes action.

n

I donu2019t even mind if people think Iu2019m so over the hill they need to say something that implies I look better than they expect for someone my age. Sometimes I repeat the Jerry Seinfeld joke, u201cThe three ages of man: youth, middle age, and u201cyou look good!u201d

n

u00a0

n

n

n

Please forgive the crass commercialism. I havenu2019t figured out how to attract sales for my book without hawking it. And today (January 23, 2024) is the last day of the discount for subscribers, reviewers, family and friends. Tomorrow I start advertising on Amazon and it goes up to market price. ud83dude0a – Alan

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Poor Oedipus

n

Born in Thebes, Oedipus was left to die on a mountaintop because a seer told Laius and Jocasta, his parents, that this infant was a threat to the throne. In real life he would have just died of exposure, another unfortunate unwanted child statistic, but in Greek mythology, a shepherd saves him and takes him to Corinth, where he is raised to believe he is the son of the king. Later the Oracle at Delphi, without so much as a u201cspoiler alert,u201d tells him he will kill his father and marry his mother. He vows to never go home to Corinth u2013 a problem avoided is a problem solved, right? Oops.

n

Back in Thebes, King Laius having removed what heu2019s been told is the only threat to his throne, becomes a blustery bully who picks fights with travelers. Enter young Oed, who takes crap from no one and kills Laius. Oops again, first half of the prophesy fulfilled.

n

But before Fast Oedi can meet Jocasta, the love of his life, he hears of a monster wreaking havoc in Thebes. A Sphinx. a mean monster with the head and bust of a woman, and body of a lion, has laid siege to the city. u201cNobody getu2019s in or out unless he answers my riddle,u201d she screams.

n

Apparently ancient Greeks were not too good at riddle solving, because the Sphinx was murdering all who failed and there were a lot of bodies stacking up. So Oedipus stepped up. (This was in what the poet Hesiod called the Heroic Age after all, the only age which wasnu2019t worse than the previous one.)

n

u201cOK,u201d says the Sphinx, u201cwhat animal walks first on four legs, then on two, and later three?u201d

n

I donu2019t know if Oedipus gets it right away or has to think with the ancient Greek equivalent of the Jeopardy theme song playing in the background, but he answers,

n

u201cA man. He crawls as a baby, rises to walk on two legs, but must lean upon a cane when he is old.u201d

n

Evidently the Sphinx didnu2019t have much time for disappointment at being outsmarted, because Fast Oedi kills her too and then goes off to shack up with his mom, blind himself and become the subject of the Sophocles play and countless Freudian analyses.

n

The Riddle

n

One thing that intrigues me about the Sphinxu2019s riddle is that the Greeks cast man as an animal. Contrast that with the Judeo-Christian tradition of man with u201cdominion over all animals, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea.u201d

n

Another is the unity of the stages of manu2019s growth, four legs two, and even aged leaning on a cane, he is one animal, a man. (This really meant a u201cperson,u201d but somehow for ancient Greeks man was less a gender specific is today.) I think as a child, I felt I was treated as somehow less than human. I was to u201cdo as I was told,u201d not u201ctalk back,u201d and accept what adults told me without question. These days there are times when my age makes me invisible. A colleague told me, u201cstop telling people how old you are; no one will listen to you.u201d

n

The Greeks seem to see a person, as one animal. He learns and his locomotion changes, but is one animal.

n

Aesop

n

The Greek fabulist (or Phrygian, which is in modern day Turkey) told a story of the Man, the Horse, the Ox and the dog.

n

Three animals a horse, and ox and a dog walked in the winter mountains. They were starving and freezing when they came upon a cabin in the wood. The man who lived there invited them in, made a warm bed for each near the fire. The man gave oats to the horse, hay to the ox and shared his own dinner with the dog.

n

Grateful, the animals each gave some of their essence to the man. They divided his life between them. The horse gave to youth, the high spirits and impatience with restraint. The Ox took gave strength to middle age, for hard work, steadiness, and focus. The dog took old age and gave loyalty and devotion to those who provided care, but peevishness and disdain for fools.

n

Aesop also made man one animal, but noted the differing attitudes of man as he aged. I think of the Big Mama Thornton song, that Elvis Pressley made famous, u201cYou ainu2019t nothinu2019,but a hound dog.u201d

n

Shakespeare

n

In As you Like It, there are two characters Touchstone and Jacques, who comment on the foibles of the other characters who behave foolishly and struggle to find or admit love. Touchstone the jester, is the optimist, the romantic who falls in love with love, whose humor is always rosy. Jacques is the failed idealist, the cynic who uses humor to mask his pain, upon discovering that the world is not ideal.

n

The Bard gives the description of the seven ages of man to the cynic Jaques. It has become one of the most famous speeches in Shakespeare, and the one that Richard Kindersleyu2019s sculpture, pictured above, is meant to represent.

n

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely Players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His Acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

n

In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

n

Old Will doesnu2019t give Jacques nice things to say about man, Babies are u201cmewling and puking.u201d Kids hate school, young lovers u201csighingu201d and u201cwoeful.u201d Soldiers are u201cquick to quarrel.u201d Justices fat and pompous.

n

Jacques reserves his worst criticisms for the old, the u201cslippered pantaloonu201d and u201csecond childishness. . . sans everything.u201d Not sure whether this cynic would say Iu2019m in sixth or seventh stage, but I think Iu2019d find his remarks offensive either way.

n

I think old Will had some darker days. At least he had an appreciation for the depressive view of life, u201cTomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace till the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. . .Lifeu2019s but a walking shadow, a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing.u201d (Macbeth) Thatu2019s not exactly uplifting, but it did provide writers with some good book titles.

n

Touchstone has some good lines too: u201cThe more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
men do foolishly.u201d But I wish that Will had him address each of Jacques cynicisms about the stages of man. For each of the negative can be countered by love.

n

The mewling puking child is made beautiful and adoring through love. The whining schoolboy made to care for school through a teacheru2019s care. The loveru2019s sighs are requited, the soldieru2019s quick temper cooled. Listening with love to the old saws of the round bellied justice, and the man-child voice of the shrunken pantaloon, and even the toothless near oblivion second child improves their stage of life and the listener too.

n

But Touchstone is mum on such sentiments, so the seven stages of man stand as written.

n

Today

n

Younger friends now greet me holding my handshake with two hands, offering big smiles and riveting eye contact saying u201cHow are you?u201d. People my age and younger tell me to stop calling myself old or making jokes about being u201cstill vertical,u201d or u201cone step ahead of the Reaper.u201d

n

I figure Iu2019ve got some time left, but know that is not guaranteed. I do know that pondering the ages of man and where I fit is amusing, but even less valuable than reflecting on my life so far. Reflecting on history is only well spent as a driver of improvement, and change takes action.

n

I donu2019t even mind if people think Iu2019m so over the hill they need to say something that implies I look better than they expect for someone my age. Sometimes I repeat the Jerry Seinfeld joke, u201cThe three ages of man: youth, middle age, and u201cyou look good!u201d

n

n

n

n

Please forgive the crass commercialism. I havenu2019t figured out how to attract sales for my book without hawking it. And today (January 23, 2024) is the last day of the discount for subscribers, reviewers, family and friends. Tomorrow I start advertising on Amazon and it goes up to market price. ud83dude0a – Alan

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Poor Oedipus

Born in Thebes, Oedipus was left to die on a mountaintop because a seer told Laius and Jocasta, his parents, that this infant was a threat to the throne. In real life he would have just died of exposure, another unfortunate unwanted child statistic, but in Greek mythology, a shepherd saves him and takes him to Corinth, where he is raised to believe he is the son of the king. Later the Oracle at Delphi, without so much as a “spoiler alert,” tells him he will kill his father and marry his mother. He vows to never go home to Corinth – a problem avoided is a problem solved, right? Oops.

Back in Thebes, King Laius having removed what he’s been told is the only threat to his throne, becomes a blustery bully who picks fights with travelers.  Enter young Oed, who takes crap from no one and kills Laius. Oops again, first half of the prophesy fulfilled.

But before Fast Oedi can meet Jocasta, the love of his life, he hears of a monster wreaking havoc in Thebes. A Sphinx. a mean monster with the head and bust of a woman, and body of a lion, has laid siege to the city. “Nobody get’s in or out unless he answers my riddle,” she screams.

Apparently ancient Greeks were not too good at riddle solving, because the Sphinx was murdering all who failed and there were a lot of bodies stacking up. So Oedipus stepped up. (This was in what the poet Hesiod called the Heroic Age after all, the only age which wasn’t worse than the previous one.)

“OK,” says the Sphinx, “what animal walks first on four legs, then on two, and later three?”

I don’t know if Oedipus gets it right away or has to think with the ancient Greek equivalent of the Jeopardy theme song playing in the background, but he answers,

“A man. He crawls as a baby, rises to walk on two legs, but must lean upon a cane when he is old.”

Evidently the Sphinx didn’t have much time for disappointment at being outsmarted, because Fast Oedi kills her too and then goes off to shack up with his mom, blind himself and become the subject of the Sophocles play and countless Freudian analyses.

The Riddle

One thing that intrigues me about the Sphinx’s riddle is that the Greeks cast man as an animal. Contrast that with the Judeo-Christian tradition of man with “dominion over all animals, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea.”

Another is the unity of the stages of man’s growth, four legs two, and even aged leaning on a cane, he is one animal, a man. (This really meant a “person,” but somehow for ancient Greeks man was less a gender specific  is today.) I think as a child, I felt I was treated as somehow less than human. I was to “do as I was told,” not “talk back,” and accept what adults told me without question. These days there are times when my age makes me invisible. A colleague told me, “stop telling people how old you are; no one will listen to you.”

The Greeks seem to see a person, as one animal. He learns and his locomotion changes, but is one animal.

Aesop

The Greek fabulist (or Phrygian, which is in modern day Turkey) told a story of the Man, the Horse, the Ox and the dog.

Three animals a horse, and ox and a dog walked in the winter mountains. They were starving and freezing when they came upon a cabin in the wood. The man who lived there invited them in, made a warm bed for each near the fire. The man gave oats to the horse, hay to the ox and shared his own dinner with the dog.

Grateful, the animals each gave some of their essence to the man. They divided his life between them. The horse gave to youth, the high spirits and impatience with restraint. The Ox took gave strength to middle age, for hard work, steadiness, and focus. The dog took old age and gave loyalty and devotion to those who provided care, but peevishness and disdain for fools.

Aesop also made man one animal, but noted the differing attitudes of man as he aged. I think of the Big Mama Thornton song, that Elvis Pressley made famous, “You ain’t nothin’,but a hound dog.”

Shakespeare

In As you Like It, there are two characters Touchstone and Jacques, who comment on the foibles of the other characters who behave foolishly and struggle to find or admit love. Touchstone the jester, is the optimist, the romantic who falls in love with love, whose humor is always rosy. Jacques is the failed idealist, the cynic who uses humor to mask his pain, upon discovering that the world is not ideal.

The Bard gives the description of the seven ages of man to the cynic Jaques. It has become one of the most famous speeches in Shakespeare,  and the one that Richard Kindersley’s sculpture, pictured above, is meant to represent.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely Players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His Acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Old Will doesn’t give Jacques nice things to say about man, Babies are “mewling and puking.” Kids hate school, young lovers “sighing” and “woeful.” Soldiers are “quick to quarrel.” Justices fat and pompous.

Jacques reserves his worst criticisms for the old, the “slippered pantaloon” and “second childishness. . . sans everything.” Not sure whether this cynic would say I’m in sixth or seventh stage, but I think I’d find his remarks offensive either way.

I think old Will had some darker days. At least he had an appreciation for the depressive view of life, “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace till the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. . .Life’s but a walking shadow, a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing.” (Macbeth) That’s not exactly uplifting, but it did provide writers with some good book titles.

Touchstone has some good lines too: “The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
men do foolishly.” But I wish that Will had him address each of Jacques cynicisms about the stages of man. For each of the negative can be countered by love.

The mewling puking child is made beautiful and adoring through love. The whining schoolboy made to care for school through a teacher’s care. The lover’s sighs are requited, the soldier’s quick temper cooled. Listening with love to the old saws of the round bellied justice, and the man-child voice of the shrunken pantaloon, and even the toothless near oblivion second child improves their stage of life and the listener too.

But Touchstone is mum on such sentiments, so the seven stages of man stand as written.

Today

Younger friends now greet me holding my handshake with two hands, offering big smiles and riveting eye contact saying “How are you?”. People my age and younger tell me to stop calling myself old or making jokes about being “still vertical,” or “one step ahead of the Reaper.”

I figure I’ve got some time left, but know that is not guaranteed. I do know that pondering the ages of man and where I fit is amusing, but even less valuable than reflecting on my life so far. Reflecting on history is only well spent as a driver of improvement, and change takes action.

I don’t even mind if people think I’m so over the hill they need to say something that implies I look better than they expect for someone my age. Sometimes I repeat the Jerry Seinfeld joke, “The three ages of man: youth, middle age, and “you look good!”

Please forgive the crass commercialism. I haven’t figured out how to attract sales for my book without hawking it. And today (January 23, 2024) is the last day of the discount for subscribers, reviewers, family and friends. Tomorrow I start advertising on Amazon and it goes up to market price. 😊 – Alan