Oh Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus Rex
Fated to kill his father, and with his mother have sex
And now his sister is also his daughter
What that is like, I cannot even guess.
The young man became king after solving a riddle
Given by the Sphinx: he knew adulthood came in the middle
He succeeded Laius, who was in fact his father,
And he led the Thebeians both with strength and with valor
Until a plague struck the city of Thebes,
And our hero, with hubris, said he’d end the disease
He sent his brother-in-law Creon, who was also his uncle
To travel to Delphi, and discover the source of the junk-le
So Uncle Creon talked to the god Apollo,
Whose advice Oedipus knew he surely should follow
Until he found out Apollo called him a killer
Which is when Sophocles turns it into a thriller.
Oedipus, disbelieving, demanded the truth
So he could clear his own name and stop saying “forsooth!”
He sent Uncle Creon, apparently a slave
To send for Tereisias, whose vision was grave
Indeed the prophet was blind, whereas Oedipus saw
But on his side most surely wasn’t the law
At first the blind man refused to say what he knew,
But Oedipus insisted to hear what was true
Though the prophet insisted the truth would hurt,
He had to follow the orders of his king, who was becoming quite curt.
So he told him the truth: what the oracle said,
Yet Oedipus was left there just scratching his head
At what it could mean, at all of these lies
So he called in Jocasta, his mother and wife
And he asked her to tell him all that she knew
About the day his father had been beaten in two
She knew that it happened where three roads converged
And it was here that her story and Oedipus’s did merge
For he too had been there, one night years ago,
And there he had taken others’ lives, to protect his own.
Once he conquered the Sphinx and became Thebes’s king,
He did what was right and gave Jocasta a ring,
Yet it was not right, for she was his mother
And with her he did give birth to his own sisters and brothers.
What lessons can be learned from Oedipus’s tragic tale?
When one tries to avoid fate, one often fails
Yet the choices one makes will affect his whole life
Just make better choices than choosing your mom to be your wife.
Friday, January 16, 2009
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This is a very witty and amusing piece of writing that I truly enjoyed reading. The encapsulation of the story within a humorous poem/ballad/limerick thing is impressive; I really liked the final stanza with the lessons to be learned from the tale. Thanks for the advice.
Jack,
I'm honestly very impressed by this. For a second, I thought that you were quoting some online poem as an introduction to your post, but no! You actually wrote all of this! Jack, this is probably one my favorite posts that I have read all year. This conveys a level of creativity and wit that is both informative and interesting (which is honestly difficult to accomplish!) So great job, Jack!
Ayten
Wow Jack this is impressive! How you managed to post this blog way earlier than necessary while still rhyming a majority of these lines is a mystery to me. I especially love the witty commentary like "What that is like, I cannot even guess" and your creation of strange words like "junk-le." Overall this is a clever and humorous blog and I am still chuckling as I write this.
Jack well done my friend. The rhyme, the meter, the actual sensicalness of it all. Brilliant. I could not have written both a poem and a rational blog entry at the same time, good work. Your blog puts all of mine to shame. I am still trying to believe it but you have definitely written my favorite blog of the year.
Jack,
I could not stop laughing after I read the first stanza of your blog/poem! It is so well done and creative. It only gets better as it goes too. The way you wrote it actually reminded me of a riddle and I thought that was very fitting. Your use of impressive vocabulary caught my eye as well. This is so awesome!!
Jack you are awesome. I basically agree with what everyone else has already said so there is no need to repeat but one question for you...how long did this take you??
Wow that was amazing. Not only was it hilarious, but also very informative about the story as a whole. I think it may be as hilarious as Turks are mean(ians).
My husband Jack,
I knew I made a good choice.
Dinner's at 6:30.
Love,
Sophie-Wophie
Jack,
This was really creative and funny! Very well written! You give great advice in this poem and everyone will be able to take away a very important lesson from your work :-)
Hi Jack,
Very clever, very funny, very Jack. I promised you I'd get to it eventually.
I'll quote back to you the words of another poet, Tom Lehrer:
There once lived a man named oedipus rex.
You may have heard about his odd complex.
His name appears in freud's index
'cause he loved his mother.
His rivals used to say quite a bit,
That as a monarch he was most unfit.
But still in all they had to admit
That he loved his mother.
Yes he loved his mother like no other.
His daughter was his sister and his son was his brother.
One thing on which you can depend is,
He sure knew who a boy's best friend is!
When he found what he had done,
He tore his eyes out one by one.
A tragic end to a loyal son
Who loved his mother.
So be sweet and kind to mother,
Now and then have a chat.
Buy her candy or some flowers or a brand new hat.
But maybe you had better let it go at that!
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