last night I dreamt <br />the parable of caves, <br />the hue and clamour <br />of battling shadows <br />Achilles and Hector <br />who by epic myth <br />grow with time, <br /> <br />Homer's hand <br />Paideis and Artes <br />of western culture <br />raise up an aristocracy <br />genetically endowed, <br />who need no truth and justuice <br />only acts of heroism, <br /> <br />heritage of Iliadic education, <br />praise sanguinity and violence <br /> <br />oh, Hesiod in your quest <br />for truth and justice <br />could you not have made <br />'Works and Days' <br />empathetic, attractive and spicy <br /> <br />I wonder how Aristotle kew <br />catharsis might undo <br /> <br />what is there in our psyche <br />that tempts and wishes <br />epics and tragedies <br />blood letting scenes<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heritage-11/
