Conversation Piece - Monday, December 8, 2008
"Oh, come not near me, sir; I shall defile you.
I am that of your blood was taken from you
For your better health. Look no more upon't
But cast it to the ground regardlessly;
Let the common sewer take it from distinction.
Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor
Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;
I ne'er could pluck it from him. My loathing
Was prophet to the rest, bu ne'er believed;
Mine honor fell with him, and now my life."
(The Changeling V.iii.158-67)
I am that of your blood was taken from you
For your better health. Look no more upon't
But cast it to the ground regardlessly;
Let the common sewer take it from distinction.
Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor
Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;
I ne'er could pluck it from him. My loathing
Was prophet to the rest, bu ne'er believed;
Mine honor fell with him, and now my life."
(The Changeling V.iii.158-67)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Having others lick your wounds
I agree with what Marion said. Having a war hero petition to be consul is hard to turn down. Once he reveals his wounds they understand that they must speak for those wounds, but the image is unusual. The idea of them putting their tongues in the wounds is weird, and vaguely sexual (in a gross way). The open wound is in some ways one of the many held associations that people in the Rennaiscance had with women, but i'm not sure how that pertains to Colonius. Still the gortesque image reveals the citizens unwillingness to vote for Coriolanus, and yet theit roles and the penetrators (i'm sorry that I'm Freuding this...but I think it needs to be said) places them in power. It might also make them more like animals, who lick their wounds.
