Eschatologic Post.
The last post, then, Two scant hours before the final. I'm going to kind of book-end this here with an expression of appreciation for Zeus's seductive strategies versus my earlier condemnation of Dionysus's. The last chapter of Calasso pointed out something I'd never really thought of. Zeus never does seduce (rape, seduce, whatever. I don't think there exists a line for the Greek Gods) a woman as himself. It is always in some lesser form. And that's a nice thought, in opposition to Dionysus who takes women as himself and uses intoxication to disarm his victims. Whatever else can be said about Zeus, at least he gives a nod to the thrill of the chase. It'd be far too easy tro get a woman as the king of the gods, so he infuses his escapades with a bit of excitement. Now, I'm not saying its a nice thing for Zeus to take women by force. Nice doesn't enter into it. Its his due as the master of all creation. All things owe their existance to Zeus, so he can do with them what he pleases. But he doesn't take all the sport out of the game. Zeus seems to realise that what makes life worth living is its mystery, its challenge. What Derrida calls l'avenir. An unknowable future. When outcomes are predetermined, life loses its lustre. So Zeus' lusts are given a chance. Fair play to him.
On another note, I had a good time in this course. Glad I took it. Hope everyone else feels the same way. Have a good break.
Adam
On another note, I had a good time in this course. Glad I took it. Hope everyone else feels the same way. Have a good break.
Adam
posted by adam at 1:00 PM
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