Classical Sinners in the Underworld: A Tantalizing Sisyphean Task

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Pierre-Paul Rubens ( ) Ixion, King of the Lapiths, Deceived by Zeus

Ixion is bound to the wheel Painting from the House of the Vettii, Pompeii AD

Attic Red Figure Kantharos Attributed to the Amphitrite Painter Museum Catalogue Number: London E 155, Beazley Archive Number:

Red-figure Red-figure, c. 330 B.C. Staatliche Museen, Berlin

Cornelisz van Haarlem, Cornelis Ixion, 1588

Jusepe de Ribera Ixion 1632 Oil on canvas Museo del Prado, Madrid.

Jules-Élie Delaunay (1828 – 1891)

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Sisyphus Name vase of the Underworld Painter (Munich)

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Sisyphus Gaming The constant cycle of hardware upgrades and more complex games can leave a gamer feeling like the legendary Sisyphus. Simon Abramovitch in Escapist Magazine The fact is, technology will always be moving forward, keeping the cycle running fluidly, trapping high-road gamers into a never-ending struggle for more, ringing the familiar bells of the perennially dissatisfied middle-class American. Buy, consume, then buy some more. The case is like that of the mythical Sisyphus, eternally pushing a stone up a mountain slope, whence the stone falls back under its own weight, and the climb begins anew. That high road can perhaps be likened to this slope, with the endless cycle of renewed and heightened expectations keeping any end inevitably unreachable. Perhaps, as with our look back at early games, there is indeed wisdom in classics.Sisyphus

Franz von Stuck

Camus’ Absurd Hero

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Sisyphus the Rap Version Funky dude name of Sisyphus be walkin' up a hill And the rock he be rollin' weigh so much he wanna kill And the gods all be laughin' when he get up to the top 'Cause the rock won't be stayin' They all know it gonna drop But Sisyphus be cool Well, you know he aint no fool 'Cause the rock be his thing And the mountain be his too And the gods can't beat him, no matter what they do So though his burden's heavy And his body tired and torn You know there aint no funky fate Can't be overcome by scorn!

Stills Stephen LyricsStills Stephen Lyrics - Myth Of Sisyphus (Stephen Stills, Kenny Passarelli Lyrics (1975) Are you leavin' Bein' alone Always made you so sad I got memories of the city Followin' me everywhere I go Are you mad with heartache Got a country home And you a Parisienne Gonna take all your sorrows Right along with you when I'm gone And I got to go away Only need a couple of days I got one more chance to sing it And I ain't gon' waste my time 'Cause everything including you Is on the line Are you troubled Feelin' bad And no one seems to care Got the myth of Sisyphus Fallin' on you like a rolling stone

Joseph Keppler, Sr. — Tantalus. From the front cover of the October 8th, 1884 issue of Puck magazine. Based on the Greek Myth, it shows former Speaker of the House, and Republican nominee for President, James G. Blaine, tantalized by the oh, so close, but never reachable to him, goal of the Presidency, along with the spoils, patronage, and other riches, that the thoroughly corrupt Blaine lusted after.

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Honore Daumier [French Realist Illustrator, ]

Scottish cartoonist Douglas Noble

Tantalus

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Tantalum Symbol: Ta Atomic Number: 73

Why is this object called a tantalus? A three bottle rack style tanatalus.

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Tantalus Mountain Range The Tantalus Range is a small but spectacular subrange of the Pacific Ranges of the Coast Mountains in southern British Columbia, Canada.Pacific RangesCoast MountainsBritish ColumbiaCanada

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Tantalus Standing in water, but dying of thirst This is my thanks and this is my curse Try as I might, the fruit on the trees All remain beyond reach, beyond wishes or pleading for One last chance Waiting for time to pass me by Waiting for freedom, waiting to die Where can I go, in a world without hope? There is never a place for a soul that has broken so Trust in no one - Trust in no one Linking the chains that weigh down your reason Nothing to blame, but the actions you choose Driven insane by the conscience of treason Running in vein from a life of abuse The closer I get the further I am The journey I make is the course of the damned The distance I go is no distance at all And I climb to the sky but find myself falling so Trust in no one - Trust in no one Quench my thirst - Fill my heart Feed my mind - Don't leave me starving Hold my hand - stay close by Talk to me - Don't leave me crying here Standing in water, yet dying of thirst This is my thanks and this is my curse Empty forgiveness for old indiscretions And such condemnation for just one transgression Find me now - set me free Find me now - set me free Waiting for time to pass me by Waiting for freedom, waiting to die Why do you smile at my timeless ordeal here And why do you laugh at my hopeless appeal for your mercy? Tear away the chains - Free me now No one else to blame – Let me go Tear away the chains - Free me now Driving me insane – Let me go Tear away the chains - Free me now No one else to blame – Let me go Tear away the chains - Free me now Driving me insane – Let me go

STARGATE Episode 110 “THE TORMENT OF TANTALUS”

I The trees let down their branches to his out- stretched hands, lower and still lower, the branches bending like a taut bow from the weight of the fruit that flashes everywhere among the leaves, right there beyond his fingers, at his fingers, the dazzling lusciousness brushing his fingertips so faintly that there isn’t any difference now between a promised touch and touch.

Yet Do I Marvel by Countee Cullen ( )

Yet Do I Marvel by Countee Cullen I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must someday die, Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus To struggle up a never-ending stair. Inscrutable His ways are, and immune To catechism by a mind too strewn With petty cares to slightly understand What awful brain compels His awful hand. Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing.

Classical Sinners in the Underworld: A Tantalizing Sisyphean Task