Contextualizing Irony

In this essay, I would like to contextualize irony into various themes.
First of all I would like to trace the origins and etymology of irony. Irony originated in the Greek Language from Eiron the Greek underdog who outwitted his strong opponent. From Greek Irony came into Latin Ironia meaning dissimulation or feigned ignorance. From Latin irony became adapted in the English Language in the 16th century.

What are the types of irony? The types of irony are verbal irony (what is different from what is being said). An example is: how clean is the room meaning the room is very dirty. Then there comes dramatic irony, meaning, the audience knows more than the actors. For example, in the play Oedipus Rex, Rex does not know that he has married his mother and killed his father. Then again comes cosmic irony where Gods and Goddesses play with the fate of the humans in an undermining way. Then comes historical irony where the outcome is different from expectations. For example no one anticipated that the rise of Hitler would lead to the persecution of Jews. Then there is Socratic irony or pretended irony and it consists of posing rhetorical questions. Examples are: what is goodness? What is virtue? What is the soul and so on?

Now I would like to contextualize irony and examine it through the lens of literature, culture and philosophy.

What is irony’s place in Literature? Irony’s place in literature is highly possible as a conjecture. The place of irony in literature has been the decadence of religion and the growth of science and technology. Greek religion and culture portrayed Gods and Goddesses as being human and subject to fate and being far from perfect. It’s these legends through which the literature of irony has got root. Irony also grew up with existential philosophy which examines the quest for seeking the problems of the mind and body. The philosophy of nihilism was entirely an incubation of irony. Thus as Camus says we have to authenticate our existence to live a free life. What is the postmodern concept of irony? In postmodernism irony is a playfield of emotions. Woe, anxiety, angst, pessimism all are ingredients of human personality. Irony becomes an architect for the disintegration of personality.

What is irony’s place in culture? Irony occupies a primordial space in the literature of culture. Irony haunts the persona as being repeatedly human. The development of science and technology has changed the concept of human worth and dignity. The joy of life— the romanticization of life become imprisoned in vestiges of a culture wanting to prey on humans. Irony is marked by the troubled other, the troubled self, phobia and decadence. Irony began to question what is valued in culture.

What is irony’s worth in Philosophy? Irony became a weighing balance to weigh the worth of existence and essence. The questions of being and becoming became conjectural possibilities. Ambitious and lofty is irony’s plank on the knowledge of philosophy.

Dusk

Crimson—
The alabaster
Of music;
Tranquil
The evening;
A lonely bird
Caresses the sky;
The sky ornaments
As feathers of joy—
The poet weaves
Music
On the art
Of Stained glass.

Nov 6th 2019

Morning was a sound of music in colors and a chorus of birds in poetry. I thought about my relationship with God—Jehovah Jesus. II am like a dog, loving its master and that’s my relationship with him.

I pondered on my Ego State with God Jesus Jehovah.
I— IN
God –Out
I—out
God— in
I take up the second ego state.

I thought about the self and the meaning of the self to be in the nature of writing. A writer is an artist with an aesthetic function to fulfill. Watching nature is a great impetus for writing. I love watching the whispering brook, the colors of the rainbow, the blossom of a flower, the roaring of thunder, the poetry of rain falling; all these are subtle rhythms of nature and they have to manifest in writing. Here it’s raining now and I am reminded of rain’s rhythm as blues and jazz. Writing is an orchid, flowering in the soul garden of love.
I have come to a point where I have bridged the gap between the fictional self and the real self. Both are a gentle cosmos of the many women I have loved, of having smoked clove cigarettes, of having Indonesian grilled fish, of aesmic writing of writing a fiction of within a fiction.

Writing is the art of the kunstlerroman, an aesthetic development of the writer’s autobiography. In this fin de siècle age, a writer’s pen should be stamped with the authority of the avant- garde.

Life of a writer is throwing caution to the wind and tasting the pleasures of an Epicurean cuisine. Writing is a melody and rhythm of language. What the Philosopher Nietzsche says about art is so true. Art is the synchronization of the Dionysian and Apollonian, the Dionysian being the beat and rhythm and the Apollonian being melody and harmony.

A Pen should blossom flowers; a pen should make souls free; a pen should tune the lyric of nature to music of words; a pen should sketch a character’s personal; a pen is an opera dancing in the celestial rhythms of music; a pen should frolic in the caricature of a soul’s persona.
The Philosophy of Nihilism—the theater of the absurd is the negation of life. But all life is creative and cathartic. Life can be made creative, precious, blissful, and harmonious. And that’s a philosophy of post-modern existentialism. Life is Eros, Creative, Cathartic and Blissful. Life can be lived in aesthononsciouness (aesthetics and consciousness).

I have been taking many lottery tickets but the veil of death encompasses the results. I want to gratify the little desires of my heart. I wonder why I am having no luck. I hope to have a Cinderella’s shoe of luck.

Writing is a great state of contentment. It is not that the self-knows-it-all. Writing is a shock-absorber balancing the resolved and the unresolved issues of the Ego. Writing is a therapy for the soul. A writer laments stoically and also celebrates life with Epicurean vigor.

From a novice-writer, I have emerged as a writer with clarity of vision and surety of content. Writing is the putting the self to art. Sometimes my writing is interspersed with fancy and whimsicality.
I think as a writer you have to be an alter-ego of many writers. Joyce, Kafka, Sartre, Nietzsche, Derrida, Foucault and Eliot—all of them have entered my mind with voracious appetite. I have learned to free myself and construct independent thoughts.