Prometheus Bound

So let me preface this blog with the postulate that I loved the play Prometheus Bound. The insight and perspective seen by Prometheus and his allies, and even later his enemies is profound in that it gives different views on the opinions of Zeus. But that, my dear friends, is for a different blog.


I see a lot of correlation between the story of Jesus and Prometheus in this script. Granted their are noticable differences, but Prometheus is still projected as a Christ-like figure. (Or rather, Christ is portrayed as a Prometheus-like figure). The point is, this rock that stands on the top of a mountain should be parallel to the cross on which Jesus was hung. Of course it should start off dim and Prometheus, although being carried by Violence and Power, should not struggle at all, but instead, accept his course given by the Fates. Prometheus would be stationary the entire play, obviously, but his central positioning on the stage would give him adequate grounds on which to carry out his later slightly egotistical viewpoints. The flock of birds would be completely white, and on a slightly lower platform than what Prometheus is on. No one would be on the stage floor until Hermes comes into play. He will start off on the floor of the stage, talking up to the Prometheus, and by the time they were done fuming, they would be face to face, and Prometheus would still somehow be the bigger man. This is all too hard to explain on a blog, but in my mind an elaborate display of battling for power occurs so Prometheus can once and for all prove that he is the epitome of "fore-thought." Prometheus' last monologue starts off hard and cold and the play ends with him screaming viciously in Greek toward all his opposers.

Sorry if my thoughts are a little scatter-brained. This is the best place for me to really let go of my thoughts and put them down on paper, so to speak. I think you get the general idea and gist of the play that I would direct, so there you go.