Aeschylus

(525 BC - 455 BC / Eleusis)

Comments about Aeschylus

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/4/2016 10:18:00 AM)

    Strangely, the inscription on Aeschylus's gravestone makes no mention of him as a poet (one of the greatest Greek tragedian) , but commemorats only his past military achievements:

    Αἰσχύλον Εὐφορίωνος Ἀθηναῖον τόδε κεύθει
    μνῆμα καταφθίμενον πυροφόροιο Γέλας·
    ἀλκὴν δ' εὐδόκιμον Μαραθώνιον ἄλσος ἂν εἴποι
    καὶ βαθυχαιτήεις Μῆδος ἐπιστάμενος

    Beneath this stone lies Aeschylus, son of Euphorion, the Athenian,
    who perished in the wheat-bearing land of Gela;
    of his noble prowess the grove of Marathon can speak,
    and the long-haired Persian knows it well.

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/4/2016 4:48:00 AM)

    As a Greek dramatist, the earliest of the great tragic poets - the predecessor of Sophocles and Euripides -, he is the founder of Greek tragedy. It was a major step for drama when Aeschylus introduced the second actor. He also attempted to involve the chorus directly in the action of the play.
    Aeschylus is said to have written about 90 plays. His tragedies, first performed about 500 BC, were presented as trilogies, or groups of three, usually bound together by a common theme, and each trilogy was followed by a satyr drama (low comedy involving a mythological hero, with a chorus of satyrs) .
    The titles of 79 of his plays are known, but unfortunately only 7 have survived.

  • Bob Flanagan (2/24/2013 7:50:00 AM)

    The poem, In our sleep, pain which cannot forget etc, was read by Bobby Kennedy in 1968 on the night that Martin Luther King was shot and killed. Bobby spoke these words during an off the cuff talk giving to a mostly black crowd with the hope of easing their pain and to stop any blood- shed. And it worked it was not spoken by John Kennedy.

The Beacon Fires

A GLEAM -- a gleam -- from Ida's height,
By the Fire-god sent, it came;
From watch to watch it leapt, that light,
As a rider rode the flame!
It shot through the startled sky,
And the torch of that blazing glory
Old Lemnos caught on high,
On its holy promontory,
And sent it on, the jocund sign,

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