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Only the Classics

Only the Classics

The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.

  • Louis Nicholas
    Published 3 years ago
    Homeric Heroism

    Homeric Heroism

    To what extent did Homer view Odysseus as a heroic figure? Throughout the Odyssey, Homer emphasises Odysseus’s heroism whilst subtlety insisting on his self-sabotage. Odysseus’ heroism is shown by his being King of Ithaca and leader of his crew, alongside his divine status as champion of the gods, in his case Athene; echoing more ancient heroes like Hercules and Perseus. Yet if it was indeed Homer’s intention to present Odysseus as a hero, he is presented most peculiarly. To begin with, there is the problem of his lack of personal vigour. Unlike Achilles or Hercules, whose heroism stems from his outstanding abilities in battle, Odysseus’ heroism is based on stratagems, as seen on every occasion including his defeats. From Troy to Polyphemus’ Cave and to Ithaca, Odysseus wins by undermining the position of his enemies rather than a personal heroic confrontation, showing thus his great intelligence and cunning. Whilst at the same time alarming us with his slyness and his apparent willingness to sacrifice his men. Homer gives us many examples of Odysseus’ wiles on many occasions, such as in Book IX with the Ci-cones and in Book XII with Scylla and Charybdis. In the same way a Spartan would conceive of a bow and arrow as unmanly (which of course were the very symbolic instruments which Odysseus used to prove his worth), Odysseus’ cunning and his wit, so unique to him, is both the foundation and the main undermining quality of his heroism.
  • Tomas Alejandro
    Published 3 years ago
    My Cyclops

    My Cyclops

    Who is this giant, this legend from afar? Known only in words, read as scholars. He trapped the traveler and his men in the cave,
  • Alexander Candlin
    Published 3 years ago
    Just a Few Thoughts on Paper

    Just a Few Thoughts on Paper

    You see I am a bit of a poet. And I did not know it Yes I stole that from a film but what is one to say My poems are fragile; mostly stolen, I’ll show you if I may
  • Keilie Desirea
    Published 3 years ago
    Letter to Walt Whitman

    Letter to Walt Whitman

    My Dear Walt Whitman, Primarily, I feel compelled, before any other written action of mine is composed, I am compelled to exceedingly compliment your blatantly-written work, Song of Myself, as one of the best I've ever had the pleasure of perusing and contemplating! Were I to travel in time to meet you, I would convey the impeccable impact your artfully-written work has had on literature even to my own day and time, in the year 2013. The book my literature class studies praises and quotes you as "the poet of both the beautiful and the plain, the body and the soul; [and says] his sexual honesty and refusal to feel ashamed of the body was a slap in the face to Victorian prudishness."
  • Zachary Davies
    Published 3 years ago
    Hope Was...

    Hope Was...

    Once day I sat with a crying kid at a train station, I read to him the story that Emily Dickinson made, about hope, trying to help this person;
  • Braden C
    Published 3 years ago
    I Am Loose, Spinning

    I Am Loose, Spinning

    First there was Excalibur He remains firm Immovable by just a man like myself. But I wait for the day his hero comes - I know there is more for him and more for me.
  • Kashyap Patel
    Published 3 years ago
    The Banshee

    The Banshee

    In the heart of dark green Irish moors, Amongst the purple spread of heaths, By the Great Sea, on its sandy shores, Many have seen her in black sheaths.
  • Dragon Matthew Wood - Hillman
    Published 3 years ago
    Sun and Moon

    Sun and Moon

    Light and darkness in a constant battle over man kind, over the earth. Sun and Moon, power over electricity, power over water.
  • Nicholas Goodman
    Published 3 years ago
    Seduction

    Seduction

    Brought forward, the fruitful seduction leans itself onto me Beauty and bounty shown without worry She gives herself over to me