Another negative blog. Yikes. Well, this is tragedy after all.
So, much to my dismay, Joseph Krutch is no Arthur Miller.
After reading the apparent human victory that was "Tragedy of the Common Man," I had very high hopes for this article. Nothing less than trumpets, confetti, and parades of common men storming the streets would do.
But Mr. Krutch's noble view of tragedy was just the opposite. It was a lukewarm sip of too-strong tea in a cubicle.
I think that Mr. Krutch's challenging of the principles of Aristotle was a little lofty of a goal (this coming from a girl who had a problem with Oedipus) and his attempt at the separation of tragedy from the dark.
But he's right. Who doesn't giggle at a good eye-stabbing, or sigh at the banality of a teenage double-suicide?
Okay, okay, my negativity is getting a little Sophocles-esque here.
One thing I really DID appreciate in this essay was the following sentence:
"So that to say that tragedy is the imitation of a noble action is to be guilty of assuming, first, that art and photography are the same."
I mean, how about that?? Beautiful. I wish I could write such beautiful similes. I can't even respond functionally. It's too good. I definitely agree with this sentence.
Joseph Krutch uses this lovely simile to represent the fact that although tragedy and the imitation of noble action may be compared, like art and photography, the item that separates them is reality. One is one's conception of reality, and the other is a direct reflection. Art is an imitation of reality or a noble action. Photography is a lens into which one can look to see the truth, as is tragedy.
I know that I have to write a tragedy philosophy paper, and that just may be one of my main ideas.
Hm. I'll keep thinking tragic thoughts.
So, much to my dismay, Joseph Krutch is no Arthur Miller.
After reading the apparent human victory that was "Tragedy of the Common Man," I had very high hopes for this article. Nothing less than trumpets, confetti, and parades of common men storming the streets would do.
But Mr. Krutch's noble view of tragedy was just the opposite. It was a lukewarm sip of too-strong tea in a cubicle.
I think that Mr. Krutch's challenging of the principles of Aristotle was a little lofty of a goal (this coming from a girl who had a problem with Oedipus) and his attempt at the separation of tragedy from the dark.
But he's right. Who doesn't giggle at a good eye-stabbing, or sigh at the banality of a teenage double-suicide?
Okay, okay, my negativity is getting a little Sophocles-esque here.
One thing I really DID appreciate in this essay was the following sentence:
"So that to say that tragedy is the imitation of a noble action is to be guilty of assuming, first, that art and photography are the same."
I mean, how about that?? Beautiful. I wish I could write such beautiful similes. I can't even respond functionally. It's too good. I definitely agree with this sentence.
Joseph Krutch uses this lovely simile to represent the fact that although tragedy and the imitation of noble action may be compared, like art and photography, the item that separates them is reality. One is one's conception of reality, and the other is a direct reflection. Art is an imitation of reality or a noble action. Photography is a lens into which one can look to see the truth, as is tragedy.
I know that I have to write a tragedy philosophy paper, and that just may be one of my main ideas.
Hm. I'll keep thinking tragic thoughts.