"The heroes of ancient classical tragedy encounter situations in which, if they firmly decide in favor of the one ethical pathos that alone suits their finished character, they must necessarily come into conflict with the equally [gleichberechtigt] justified ethical power that confronts them. Modern characters, on the other hand, stand in a wealth of more accidental circumstances, within which one could act this way or that, so that the conflict which is, though occasioned by external preconditions, still essentially grounded in the character. The new individuals, in their passions, obey their own nature…simply because they are what they are. Greek heroes also act in accordance with individuality, but in ancient tragedy such individuality is necessarily… a self-contained ethical pathos…In modern tragedy, however, the character in its peculiarity decides in accordance with subjective desires…such that congruity of character with outward ethical aim no longer constitutes an essential basis of tragic beauty…" (Hegel, ed. Glockner, vol XIV pp567–8).
WTHECK. I’m trying here and it’s all so hard to digest and take apart. I can go in so many ways with writing a tragedy, which doesn’t help me cause I’m so damn indecisive. I’ve got too characters just sitting there in my pages looking at each other with annoyed eyes. One seems good and one seems bad and they’re pretty boring right now. I guess I need to make the main character a little more unlikeable. Blargh. I should hit myself on the head for thinking researching tragedy would help lead me to an example that I could branch off from. English people have to make things so complicated sheesh.
I usually encounter weird people on the subway but for the past two days its seemed more than usual:
As I’m entering a turnstile, a man exiting through the otherside peeks out from the adjacent one, smiles at me, and say “peeek-a-boo” like a straight-up creep.
I sit next to this guy on the D who looks all quiet for a few minutes and t hen suddenly starts singing in spanish, then talking in spanish, and I don’t know if he said anything directed toward me cause I just looked at my phone and continued to ignore.
An old man comes in, a bunch of articles and tupper ware stuck to a home-made belt. He has a microphone to speak to the train and a seeing-eye dog. He pleads for rules to be made so blind people can read traffic signs. The seeing-eye dog just follows him around as if the dog is the one that’s blind.
Two guys wearing extra long shirts start talking to the whole train about those extra long shirts. They start cracking up and roll over each other on the subway floor, dying in laughter. Once they’ve composed themselves they begin one of those dance stunt shows and take their shirts off. One guy does a really impressive swing around the pole with his body perpendicular to the pole. This sort of ugly middle-aged woman comes down the train trying to give the guys a high-five and tries to make them dance salsa with her. Then she proceeds to grind up on one of the guys’ legs.
After they had collected the money the guy holding the boombox said, “That’s alright though, you know, some old homeless woman humping my man’s leg , it’s all good, it’s all part of the game. It’s good for our show, thank you folks.”
“The perpetrators of this evil act didn’t simply attack America, they attacked the very idea of America itself. And so the highest honor we can pay those we lost, indeed our greatest weapon in this ongoing war, is to do what our adversaries fear the most — to stay true to who we are as Americans, to renew our sense of common purpose, to say that we define the character of our country and we will not let the acts of some small band of murderers who slaughter the innocent and cower in caves distort who we are.”—
President BARACK OBAMA, in remarks delivered at a ceremony commemorating the victims of the attack on the Pentagon on Sept. 11, 2001.
The pastor planning a burning of the Koran on the anniversary of the Sept. 11 attacks said Thursday he would not go forward with the event, adding he would meet with the imam planning to build an Islamic center near ground zero.
But a deal that the pastor, Terry Jones, said that he had reached to move the Islamic center far from ground zero seems to be more vision than reality. The imam planning the center, Feisal Abdul Rauf, said in a statement that he had not spoken to Mr. Jones or Muhammad Musri, the Orlando Imam who has been acting as a mediator between New York and Gainesville.
The pastor’s announcement came after a personal appeal to him from Defense Secretary Robert Gates and follows a growing chorus of demands, from President Obama to religious leaders, American generals and others, that he cancel the event planned for Saturday because of the potential impact on Christian-Muslim relations and the effect a Koran burning would have on American troops fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq. Earlier in the day, President Obama said that the pastor’s plan to burn the Koran on the anniversary of the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks was a “stunt” that violates American principles of religious tolerance.
“If he’s listening, I just hope he understands that what he’s proposing to do is completely contrary to our values as Americans,” Mr. Obama said in an interview shown Thursday on ABC’s “Good Morning America,” referring to to Mr. Jones.
…”I am glad that Pastor Jones has decided not to burn any Qurans. However, I have not spoken to Pastor Jones,” the statement said. “I am surprised by their announcement. We are not going to toy with our religion or any other. Nor are we going to barter. We are here to extend our hands to build peace and harmony.”
thank goodness the pastor decided not to go through with it. He’s an idiot, first off and I hope he realizes how selfish and ignorant he was being soon enough. He probably only held off because of everyone’s requests for him to stop but people need to realize for peace to occur it takes way more than resistance, it takes a whole lot of understanding, which unfortunately America does not even come close to having enough of.
So for my fiction class we have to make descriptions of our neighborhood and set it up for a tragedy. You THINK that would be easy in Harlem, but it’s actually pretty difficult because unfortunately any kind of tragedy that occurs in Harlem may seem cliche. =\