How I teach the Iliad in highschool:
I’ve taught the Iliad for over a decade, I’m literally a teacher, and I can even spell ‘Iliad’, and yet my first instinct when reading someone’s opinions about it is not to drop a comment explaining what it is, who ‘wrote’ it, and what that person’s intention truly was.
Agh. <the state of Twitter>
The first thing I do when I am teaching the Iliad is talk about what we know, what we think we know, and what we don’t know about Homer:
We know -
- 0
We think we know -
- the name Homer is a person, possibly male, possibly blind, possibly from Ionia, c.8th/9th C BCE.
- composed the Iliad and Odyssey and Hymns
We don’t know -
- if ‘Homer’ was a real person or a word meaning singer/teller of these stories
- which poem came first
- whether the more historical-sounding events of these stories actually happened, though there is evidence for a similar, much shorter, siege at Troy.
And then I get out a timeline, with suggested dates for the ‘Trojan war’ and Iliad and Odyssey’s estimated composition date and point out the 500ish years between those dates. And then I ask my class to name an event that happened 500 years ago.
They normally can’t or they say ‘Camelot’, because my students are 13-15yo and I’ve sprung this on them. Then I point out the Spanish Armada and Qu. Elizabeth I and Shakespeare were around then. And then I ask how they know about these things, and we talk about historical record.
And how if you don’t have historical record to know the past, you’re relying on shared memory, and how that’s communicated through oral tradition, and how oral tradition can serve a second purpose of entertainment, and how entertainment needs exciting characteristics.
And we list the features of the epic poems of the Iliad and Odyssey: gods, monsters, heroes, massive wars, duels to the death, detailed descriptions of what armour everyone is wearing as they put it on. (Kind of like a Marvel movie in fact.)
And then we look at how long the poems are and think about how they might have been communicated: over several days, when people would have had time to listen, so at a long festival perhaps, when they’re not working. As a diversion.
And then I tell them my old and possibly a bit tortured simile of ‘The Pearl of Myth’:
(Here’s a video of The Pearl of Myth with me talking it through in a calming voice: https://youtu.be/YEqFIibMEyo?sub_confirmation=1
And after all that, I hand a student at the front a secret sentence written on a piece of paper, and ask them to whisper it to the person next to them, and for that person to whisper it to the next, and so on. You’ve all played that game.
And of course the sentence is always rather different at the end than it was at the start, especially if it had Proper nouns in it (which tend to come out mangled). And someone’s often purposely changed it, ‘to be funny’.
And we talk about how this is a very loose metaphor for how stories and memory can change over time, and even historical record if it’s not copied correctly (I used to sidebar them about how and why Boudicca used to be known as ‘Boadicea’ but they just know the former now, because Horrible Histories exists and is awesome)
And after all that, I remind them that what we’re about to read has been translated from Ancient Greek, which was not exactly the language it was first written down in, and now we’re reading it in English.
And that’s how my teenaged students know NOT TO TAKE THE ILIAD AS FACT.
(And then we read the Iliad)
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more scream (1996) incorrect quotes
randy (gardening): can you bring me the hoe?
billy: sure.
*a few minutes later*
billy: here you go.
randy:
billy:
stu: why am i here?
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sidney: do you ever want to talk about your emotions, billy?
billy: no.
stu: i do!
sidney: i know, stu.
stu: i'm sad!
sidney: i know, stu.
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billy: tatum stop! you can't fight right now.
tatum: why? because i'm a girl?
billy: no, because you're wearing a wedding dress. for what it's worth, i don't think stu could fight in that dress either.
stu: perhaps, but i would make a radiant bride.
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tatum (with a headache): advil me up, mommy
sidney: i will short out the language center of your brain if you ever say anything like that ever again
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tatum (in the doorway): good morning, parental figure
dewey (trying to peacefully enjoy his coffee): hello, problem child.
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randy: i'm the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room
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tatum: why isn't the statue smirking at me?
sidney: it isn't smirking at anyone, tatum
randy: three of us saw it sidney, how do you explain that?
sidney: *points at randy* sleep deprivation, *points at billy* paranoia, *points at stu* delusional personality disorder
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randy: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...
tatum: I really care about your feelings!
sidney: I really care about YOUR feelings!
randy, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...
stu: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!
billy: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!
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Shio needed a nap, and Lizzy's quiet house in the shroud is an excellent place to do so
(with the lovely @the-littlest-kojin)
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took a test.. my results..
Your Result:
ink
you are terrified that one day, everyone you knew or loved will forget you ever existed. you feel as though you are disappearing some days, and fewer people even notice you’re still here. you’re as large as the world and your hands are full of words. you can’t seem to stop talking. you think, maybe, when you pause to take a breath, they’ll look away. you want to write the script, but you’re still dancing along. and when you hold the pen in your hand, the words are all someone else’s. you are sick and tired of being the puppet. but there’s nothing else you can do. step out the role. i give you the option because you have not noticed it is there for you. it always has been. your words belong to no one else. your creations are beautiful because you made them. your ideas are original because they are performed by you. is anyone else really the same? is anyone as wonderful and colorful as you? of course not, dear. dance for yourself. have you heard how magnificently you speak?
I KNEW ME AND INK WERE THE SAME!!!!
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