Friday 27 January 2017

Ajax, ryvita and writers block

Trying to write at the minute is like trying to find my way in a town I used to know well but now can't quite find my way around. I know the main routes I need to take, but progress is slowed everytime I start. I don't stride confidently on my way, but dither, wondering if I am even going in the right direction.
Ajax is the first play of Sophocles that I'm doing, and unlike Euripides, the instances of mortal-divine antagonism (misotheism? Ouphilotheism?) are brief, understated and not quite so strongly tied to the characters' downfall. Athena has a right to act like she does (she says) and its accompanied with standard comments on the duty of mortals to the gods. Except Odysseus points out that, even though Ajax has done some pretty messed up things, even he feels bad for the guy, and as far as I see it, Sophocles has made it so that we (and his original, 440 BCE audience) have to feel the same way. Ajax isn't introduced when he's all kill crazy but just as he's thought victory has been granted to him, and as such, he ironically thanks Athena for her help. So much of the play hinges on 1) Ajax's achievements and forthcomings, and 2) his soldiers' and Tecmessa's fears of what happens next when he dies. Ajax and Athena's relationship is tangential but fascinating, mainly cos they should have been two peas in a pod. But they weren't. I have plenty material to write about, but as I said before, I can't seem to find my way.
I need to focus on an essay plan. I've come up with a rudimentary one already, focusing on the dynamics of the relationship and the shifts in expectations that occur within the first scene. I don't know how well I can execute it though.

Thursday 5 January 2017

Back to work 2017

Well, officially this is 2017, now that I am leaving the house for more than just milk and bread. The bus is pleasingly empty for 8.30 in the morning, with limited numbers of children heading back to school - or maybe that's because I'm on a later bus than usual. After my whining nihilism last night, preventing me getting to sleep comfortably, the most pressing thing on my mind now is whether to get a coffee from 92 on my way in. Yes, I'm tired and lethargic after last night's insomnia, but can I cope with the inevitable acidic reflux, should I get the coffee? Won't I end up getting it anyway? If I get a packet of biscuits, will that help? After the depression I've been in (not as bad as usual, let's call it a murky grey set of squirrels, as opposed to Churchill's famous Black Dog), I can't figure out if I should be surprised that I'm dwelling on such a mundane problem.

Got to try and keep my eating down too. I'll look into slim fast maybe, to find ways I can dull the gnawing hunger. Christ knows I'm not going to put up with my down days if I'm not able to feed my face.