As social media and sound bites become ever more pervasive I began to wonder how to combat the mind numbing, attention span shortening, and time wasting distractions that are abundantly available. I grew tired of pundits telling me how to think and feel. I don’t want presidential debates where the most substantive back and forth revolves around the strength of the candidates golf game. In short I want more substance and less fluff.
I began to wonder about classical literature. Was it mere chance that some stories have lasted for centuries or millennia? Are there lessons to be learned from ancient literature? Do the stories told 2,500 years ago still have relevance today? Against that backdrop I decided to read some works that have been around since antiquity. The first selection I made was Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus.
Two weeks ago I could not have told you who Aeschylus was. Now I know he has been labeled as the father of tragedy based on his writings. He has been credited with writing at least 70 plays, but only a handful of them survive today. I wonder if these surviving plays are his seminal works. Why did they survive while others did not? Perhaps it was just random chance or perhaps there was something that set these plays apart. Prometheus Bound would be my first exposure to Aeschylus.
It is a fairly short read. There is a free version on the Project Gutenberg website. Since this is an ancient text the version you read might have a different translation than the version I read.
Prometheus Bound shows the danger of acting against a tyrant. Against Zeus’s wishes Prometheus gave man fire. Even though Prometheus had helped Zeus in the past to secure his throne Zeus had Prometheus punished. For a good deed Prometheus suffered unjustly. Overall I think there is a lesson to be learned from this play. It took longer to read than a work of fiction written today but I feel like there is value in reading it.
As they barreled along in the subway Alexander turned to Sammy and asked “who are your heroes?”
“Like me personally?”
“Societal. In my age there were Achilles, Odysseus, Ajax and so many more. I want to know who the new heroes are.”
“Those are Greek dudes right?”
“Yes.” Alexander said disdainfully.
“Hey, don’t get mad at me cus I ain’t super booky?”
“I assume that means you don’t read much.”
“The last time I picked up a book was like third grade man. I live in the streets.”
“You have no place of domicile?”
“Dom a what?”
“A dwelling. A place where you sleep.”
“You take things too literally. I’m just sayin I was always roaming the streets. I had an apartment. It was small, so I spent as much time as possible outside in the city.”
“Who are the heroes of your age?” Alexander asked trying to get the conversation back on track.”
“I don’t know man. Everyone is so divided these days.” Sammy hedged as he looked around the subway to see who might be listening.
“Do you know of the Trojan War?”
“That’s the one with the horse. Right?”
“I have much to ...
