People often mistake blind people, or people labeled as somehow flawed, for being ignorant. His happiness down to the grave in peace.“How terrible is wisdom when it brings no profit to the man that’s wise” (Sophocles, line 316, “Oedipus Rex”). Then learn that mortal man must always look to his ending,Īnd none can be called happy until that day when he carries Would you had never lived to read this riddle. Yesterday my morning of light, now my night of endless darkness! I wish I had never seen you, offspring of Laius, Has found you and judged that marriage-mockery, bridegroom-son! Time sees all and now he has found you, when you least expected it Show me the man whose happiness was anything more than illusion However, the interrogation of the shepherd leaves no such hope.]Īll the generations of mortal man add up to nothing! Shall he escape his doomed pride’s punishment?įrom God’s sharp wrath, who casts out right from wrong? Whose living godhead does not age or die. Made of no mortal mould, undimmed, unsleeping In word and deed that Law which leaps the sky, I only ask to live, with pure faith keeping The words, I think, were spoken in the stress We fear but we cannot see, what is before us… …We cannot believe, we cannot deny all’s dark. ĭoomed man! O never live to learn the truth! THE CHORUS Where are you now, divine prognostications!…Ĭhance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. I would not cross the road for any of it. No man possesses the secret of divination. KING OEDIPUS a look at the characters, their words and actions, by Adrian D’Ambra The loss of that class has prompted me to consider sharing my teaching resources online.įeaturing the poetry of Australian writer Adrian D’Ambra. The VCE Literature subject is in decline across the state of Victoria and for the first time in many years a Year 12 class will not run at McKinnon in 2016 due to a lack of interest. For a range of personal and professional reasons I stopped writing imaginatively for about a decade during my forties before deciding to reinvent myself as a writer five years ago by undertaking a non-fiction project - a book-length study of the lyrics of Bob Dylan called 'Perfect Stranger' - which is now complete. Through the 70s, 80s and 90s I placed individual poems, essays and freelance journalism with magazines and newspapers in Australia (Brisbane Courier-Mail, Canberra Times, Carrionflower Writ, Education Quarterly, Hermes, Mattoid, New England Review, Outrider, Poetry Australia, Prints, Salt, Melbourne Sun, Verandah, Voices, Wasteland, Weekend Australian), Canada (Toronto Globe & Mail), Jordan (Ad-Dustour, Jordan Times, The Star, Royal Wings), New Zealand (Christchurch Press), Turkey (Hello Istanbul, Littera, TEFL Turkey Reporter, Turkish Daily News), the United Kingdom (Acumen, Envoi, Odyssey, Ore) and the United States (Deus Loci, Snow Apple). Many years ago I was involved briefly in the poetry scene in Melbourne, self-publishing an early collection of poems called 'The Flowers of Impotence' in 1983 and then having a chapbook called 'Cavafy’s Room' published by Nosukumo Press out of Labassa in Caulfield in 1987. I have also taught overseas for the ISTEK Vakfi in Istanbul, Turkey, and the Amman Baccalaureate School in Jordan. Over the years I have taught at Frankston High School, Haileybury and McKinnon Secondary College in the south-eastern suburbs. I am a senior English and Literature teacher and writer living in Melbourne. Am I an Idiot? Some Thoughts on Elif BatumanĮllen D'Ambra on Am I an Idiot? Some Thoughts o…Įnglish literature t… on War of the WorldsĮnglish literature t… on Mornings In Mexico.Unfolding in the Actual, A Letter to John Kinsella. The Map’s Folded Away Farewell Robert Adamson.Aesthetic Surrender, Hanya Yanagihara and Frances O’Connor.
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