…as cut short. His ambition was too strong and he paid for it. A tragedy in every sense of the word. But reading Fiona’s poem helps me find a bit of joy in failure, but maybe more importantly, it makes me question the myth itself. Daedalus, the wings’ maker, only …
Love the expression of defiance in the face of tragedy.
To have tried to overcome the chains of normality, the pressures to conform, to bow and scrape through life and instead, to aspire to the forbidden or what's called the impossible, is triumph itself.
However (this is a big however) I wouldn't call playing the stock market revolutionary in any way - rather it's kind of succumbing to the new norm, widening the grasp of capitalisms' gaping mouth, which began in the 1980's with the Thatcherite, get rich quick, schemes that were about fleecing the working classes of hard-earnt gains eg promoting the buying up of council houses and so creating a class of people with a stake in the privatisation of public goods.