This week we continued to work on our Tragedy unit. This would be all good if I actually knew what I was supposed to be writing about as far as our tragedy blog posts go.
I did enjoy reading Oedipus, though. More than I thought I would. I find that it's always like that when reading old plays. We start, I either get the language completely or not at all, we discuss it, then I like it. I distinctly remember Hamlet being like that. Hamlet took a lot longer, obviously... I don't even know why I'm talking about the length of the plays. It doesn't pertain to anything of anything.
Anyways. Why would Jocasta stay married to him if she knew before him that she was his mother? And how did they not notice a resemblance? (He could've just looked a lot like his father but STILL). How could she act like nothing was wrong??? I would be outie 5000 the second I found out that I WAS SLEEPING WITH MY SON. Jocasta!!! Ya can't do that!!! Oedipus was not all together insane for poking his eyes out. It was a little dramatic, yeah, but UGH. INCEST IS NOT WIN-CEST.
Our poem this week really hit me because I feel like I'm always running through my days at full speed and I can't seem to slow down for anything. I would LOVE to have time to just be but right now I find that it's a really, really difficult thing to do.
I get stressed out a lot easier than I used to, and to have the reminder (if even from a poem) that there is time SOMEWHERE to breathe, is really reassuring. I let small things get to me and when there are a lot of small things... It adds up. Anyways, although I liked the poem, I found it difficult to write about. I don't know what it is about those fairly straight forward ones, but I just can't seem to get my thoughts out. They seem almost too simple and I have a hard time finding wiggle room to write about them.
I did enjoy reading Oedipus, though. More than I thought I would. I find that it's always like that when reading old plays. We start, I either get the language completely or not at all, we discuss it, then I like it. I distinctly remember Hamlet being like that. Hamlet took a lot longer, obviously... I don't even know why I'm talking about the length of the plays. It doesn't pertain to anything of anything.
Anyways. Why would Jocasta stay married to him if she knew before him that she was his mother? And how did they not notice a resemblance? (He could've just looked a lot like his father but STILL). How could she act like nothing was wrong??? I would be outie 5000 the second I found out that I WAS SLEEPING WITH MY SON. Jocasta!!! Ya can't do that!!! Oedipus was not all together insane for poking his eyes out. It was a little dramatic, yeah, but UGH. INCEST IS NOT WIN-CEST.
Our poem this week really hit me because I feel like I'm always running through my days at full speed and I can't seem to slow down for anything. I would LOVE to have time to just be but right now I find that it's a really, really difficult thing to do.
I get stressed out a lot easier than I used to, and to have the reminder (if even from a poem) that there is time SOMEWHERE to breathe, is really reassuring. I let small things get to me and when there are a lot of small things... It adds up. Anyways, although I liked the poem, I found it difficult to write about. I don't know what it is about those fairly straight forward ones, but I just can't seem to get my thoughts out. They seem almost too simple and I have a hard time finding wiggle room to write about them.