There is a case for reviewing Greek Plays
The masks, the chorus, recounting the tale of Oedipus,
A king who goes blind in ways words are not adequate
It is a tough story of a child abandoned,
Spurned by a jealous father who is of course king.
Vengeance: A normal response to the horrors befallen
But we know this because of a more graphic representation
Steals away what was supposed to be imagined
Through the metaphors of masks and the steps and dances
Not there to mimic the unfolding sequences in the drama
But drawn through air to stir the mind's deeper visions.
Tragedy: 'That which reveals what the moral choice is like' (1)
The words are after all, just stains on the page
Marked indelibly in black ink
Like some contract binding the writer to verify
the source of the stories they are about to recount
Not as a speech but as scribblings on a piece of paper.
Greek Morality: 'Helping Friends and Harming Enemies' (2)
Thus the question was posed to the audience
In a mad search for one's composure
After the fight ends and he conquers the throne
The Chorus has warned us of the oracle
And the audience rises spontaneously to go home.
For the Muses and Memory: Sophrosyne
With all the age old presuppositions in the head
It is a wonder how transgression is even possible.
The coloured girls sing from an opium den
Where too much is made about a simple fact of life
And the writer rests on account of the dry pen.
