Pity Poor Sisyphus.
The same rock, the same hill.
The curse was not the rock.
Work, even moving rocks, gives purpose and meaning
to human existence, enriching and lengthening life.
But the hill, the same hill every day.
Intolerable.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
CROSSING THE SEVEN-KILOMETER BRIDGE CONNECTING WASHINGTON STATE WITH ASTORIA, OREGON
Pity Poor Sisyphus.
The same rock, the same hill.
The curse was not the rock.
Work, even moving rocks, gives purpose and meaning
to human existence, enriching and lengthening life.
But the hill, the same hill every day.
Intolerable.
Pity Poor Sisyphus.
The same rock, the same hill.
The curse was not the rock.
Work, even moving rocks, gives purpose and meaning
to human existence, enriching and lengthening life.
But the hill, the same hill every day.
Intolerable.
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3 comments:
Jerral,
I haven't been on your blog recently .
It's amazing .
Well done
Patrick
Thanks for bringing us along on your journey!
We were meeting to talk about our summer arts program today, and thought it would be fun to frame a class around digital media--maybe a blog-making sort of class, using writing, photography and video. Game?
Hi Jerral, at one time, early on in my life, while working as a trucker in an open pit copper mine in whitehorse yukon, I would read Euripides, while waiting for the shovel to load the ore. Sometimes it could take up to 10-15 minutes waiting. Anyway, those Greek trajedies always stuck as a wonderful escape. I just dont remember Sisyphus. although th e name is not unheardof. ciao Michiel
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