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Mediocre existence is utter absurdity. Poet Tennyson made the Greek hero, Ulysses, rage against that sort of existence in one of his most celebrated poems titled after the hero himself. Tennyson’s Ulysses is an old man who is quite unhappy with a life that seems idle to him. He looks around and sees the ordinary people doing nothing more than eat, mate and hoard. What’s the point of such an existence? Ulysses thinks of it as “savage” existence.

Ulysses wants to live life to its fullest. “I will drink / Life to the lees” is what he says. His heart is hungry for more, more than what satisfies the ‘savage’ man. Ruling a country of ‘savages’ is not his work, Ulysses thinks. His son who possesses a different spirit of “slow prudence” can do the job of subduing a savage people “to the useful and the good.” His own mission is “to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

Tennyson’s Ulysses is an eternal seeker. To be fully human and fully alive is his dream. Life never gives us fully satisfactory answers at any time. Go on searching for more and more answers. That is what Ulysses is suggesting. “Much have I seen and known,” he says. But that is not enough. There is a lot more to be seen and learnt “from that eternal silence.”

“To follow knowledge like a sinking star” is Ulysses’ aspiration. This sets him apart from most people and he knows that. He cannot be a king because of that difference. Being a king, exercising power over “rugged people,” is not the job of the seeker of truths. Truth and political power have little in common. To seek the truth is to strive with Gods. To be a king is to struggle with mediocrity. Ulysses can never tolerate mediocrity. So he sets sail “beyond the sunset.”

Adieu, Ulysses!

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  1. “Truth and political power have little in common” How true! I wish our politicians, like Ulysses, would decide to strive with the gods rather than struggling with mediocrity which is always the easy and lucrative way out. It would help make a better country!
    I have encountered ‘Ulysses’ twice today. Maybe it’s a sign from the universe that I need to pick up that long-pending, formidable James Joyce novel.

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    1. Good people don't enter politics. That's the problem. As Yeats put it, the best lack the will while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

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  2. Nice to get a recap and perhaps a better understanding of the poem I had learnt in high school. It is truly an aspirational poem to be better and better.

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    1. Tennyson was giving expression to the Victorian aspirations.

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  3. Strive ..seek ...find and not yield...not fall for mediocrity..what a grt msg ....i read trojan war but never read Ulysses, but know a bit about this Greek hero...so good that you have summarised his ideology

    Dropping by from a to z "The Pensive"

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    1. This is Ulysses as seen by Tennyson. But the message is great, no doubt.

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  4. Hari OM
    I too enjoyed this precis and the vision it contains... YAM xx
    U=Ukraine

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  5. " Truth and political power have little in common" this is so pertinent in today's India

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  6. Spend my days in
    search of food,
    Tell petty tales,
    Worry myself with thoughts,
    Hurt others by my acts,
    Turn senile with grey hair
    And end up as fodder to the
    relentless march of time
    as yet another faceless man?
    – Subramaniya Bharathi

    Living life to the fullest - Different people may have different way of achieving it. It may be like different ways to reach the eternity - attaining a high degree of satisfaction - at the end of their life. Though it is hard to accept, we continue being trivial, mediocre and stereotyped. Because it is easier! Thank you for another interesting post.

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  7. After a lifetime of adventure, Ulysses looks back on his life, unhappy about how it has turned mediocre. This is such a different take from that of Homer's. There are many people who feel that way after retirement as well, especially those who have been in high places!

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