Oedipus (n.) answered the Chimera's riddle in a particular way, and that was how he became Oedipus.
Oedipus (n.) in its complete myth is about something quite other than whether one will fuck one's mummy.
Oedipus (n.) at Colonus lives a life which is dead — the death that is precisely there under life.
Oedipus (n.) comes to a sticky end not for desiring his mother but because he absolutely wanted to know the truth.
Oedipus (n.) at the end is unyielding: demanding everything, giving up nothing, absolutely unreconciled.
Oedipus (n.) is the central knot of speech, so it is quite natural that every malediction comes down on him.
Oedipus (n.) at Colonus has renounced the service of goods yet abandons nothing of his dignity over them — and still wants to know more.
Oedipus (n.) completes his psychoanalysis only at Colonus, when he can ask: Am I made man in the hour when I cease to be?
Oedipus (n.) is nothing other than the passage from myth to existence: whether he existed matters little, since he exists in each of us — far more than if he really had.
Oedipus (n.) has an unconscious that is the discourse in which his history has always been written — which we know, and of which he, its plaything from the start, is totally ignorant.