OEDIPUS REX
Sophocles

thy body and acquaint yourself with the mother as
you pass through creation in the manner of a tragedian
romance, embodying nature and spirit.
And in your night crusade, you will perceive a revelation
of the most superlative feelings that come not from words
or form, but from light.
Hope Saphos DeVenuto
  
  
  A vaporous energy passes before us as a wave which carries us through the
  
  categories of the mind of an ancient past in Aristotelian truth. Aristotle's 
  cool objective eyewhich ascends from his 
 deductive logic, introduces to the arts a canvas of inner landscapes
  
  that becomes an expedition of mans human instinct for imitation, harmony and 
  rhythm.
  
  Aristotle's observation of the human experience becomes a psychological basis 
  of modern
learning by accumulating the facts and causes of an existing world. In his 
  poetics, life is poetic.
  
  Everything written has its own style and rhythm which concludes that poetry 
  arose from an
  
  inborn gift that developed into two directions. Comedy which is the pillory 
  of the meaner
  
  actions of life and tragedy which stages a nobleman's vulnerabilities into full 
  blown out
  
  drama from the simple and continuous fundamental questioning of his moment to 
  moment
  
  solitary acts.
  What can be more wonderful than a man and woman who are painted 
  
  as descendant characters from fables and myths of a culture and at the same 
  time dissect
  
  their humanness, interweaving human idiosyncrasy with the power of fate? This 
  depicts the
  
  poetic art form of Sophocle's Oedipus Rex ,which possesses an imitation of an 
  action that is
  
  serious, complete and of a certain immensity that expresses language with creative 
  adornments
  
  and dramatic action. According to Aristotle, plot is the most crucial aspect 
  of tragedy and to
  
  achieve this dimension of space, the plot must have a beginning, middle and 
  an end. Just as a
  
  living organism has a biorhythm, so does the plot through the emotional, intellectual, 
  and
  
  physical activity of the events from "calamity to good fortune or from good 
  fortune to calamity."
  
  Complication, unraveling and surprise are the components of the best living 
  tragedy, along with
  
  the noble individual who brings about his own downfall through his own debilities. 
Through Oedipus Rex there is a definite movement of the adult and child
  
  experience where the affair may or may not happen. As history deals with our 
  particular past,
Upon entering into the feminine portion of this literature, it is not surprising
  
  that Jocasta would take her own life. Men look at women as the weaker sex and 
  therefore her
Jocasta's golden brooches at the sight of her swinging in the noose. What is he feeling in that
moment? Is it loss, disgust, shame? Probably all of the above as his life continues 
  on as a poor
  
  old blind man and vagrant of the desert. Although Oedipus may no longer be seen 
  as a noble
  
  man in royal colors, he chooses to live the remainder of his life with a severe 
  handicap which
  
  can be viewed as a great example of human resiliency. And so the hero is still 
  a hero, maybe
  
  more, or maybe less, it depends on your relationship to the body of the plot 
  and where your
  
  rhythm rises or falls at the juncture of timeliness to this dimensional space 
  of antiquity. 
  
Sophocles on the other hand would not have been so popular if the ending
  
  would have been different. He had to make a living at what he chose as a profession 
  and he
  
  knew the psychology of the elite class very well. Anyone who knows their own 
  psychology
  
  well, can see clearly through others and therefore it can be used as an art 
  form to give different
  
  reflections and perspectives of different modes and form to others. When the 
  mind is clear, it
  
  can release products of creative imagination and make intuitive connections 
  that draws upon
  
  life as a continuous poetic verse of tragedy and comedy. 
  
  
  
The laughter and tears of a child are as a gentle
wind and soothing rain. They come and go for good
reason. And when they cease to exist in the child,
woe, the child has been truly lost in the man.
Hope Saphos DeVenuto