Can you remind me of the story of icrus?

Question

it's been a while since i read it

Answer 1

Icarus was the son of master architect Daedalus, who was the architect of the Labyrinth on the island of Crete where the Minotaur was imprisoned. Daedalus decided to abscond from Crete (against the king's wishes) so he built two pairs of wax-and-feathers wings, and he and Icarus flew towards Greece. But Icarus flew too high, against his dad's express commands, and his wings melted and he fell to his death.
The end.

Answer 2

Icarus was trapped in a tower with his father Daedalus. When they escape from the tower they find out that they are on an island. Then, Daedalus creates wings made of birds feathers and candle wax to fly away from the island. Daedalus warns Icarus not to go close to the sun or the wax on the wings will melt causing Icarus to fall into the ocean. Icarus disobeys him and dies. That is pretty much the whole story.

Answer 3

Do you mean Icarus? A Greek legend about the guy who went flying with his dad, but flew too close to the sun in spite of Dad telling him not to .. and so the wax on his home-made wings melted and he crashed to the earth. Moral of the story: Dad knows best.

Answer 4

Do you mean "Icarus"? If so, he and his father Daedalus were trapped in a prison. Daedalus built wings out of bird feathers and wax so that they might escape.

Daedalus warned Icarus not to fly too high as they escaped, but Icarus ignored him. Carried away by his exuberance and hubris, Icarus flew too close to the sun; the wax melted, and he plunged to his death. (Daedalus survived.)

Answer 5

Icarus was told not to fly to close to the sun as they escaped prison but he did and his wings burnt and he fell to his death
Iron Maiden had a song out about it called
The Flight of Icarus

Answer 6

Icarus was imprisoned, with his father, in a tower on Crete, by the king, Minos. Daedalus contrived to make his escape from the prison he was in, but could not leave the island by sea, as the king kept strict watch on all the vessels, and permitted none to sail without being carefully searched. "Minos may control the land and sea," said Daedalus, "but not the regions of the air. I will try that way." So he set to work to fabricate wings for himself and his young son Icarus. He wrought feathers together beginning with the smallest and adding larger, so as to form an increasing surface. The larger ones he secured with thread and the smaller with wax, and gave the whole a gentle curvature like the wings of a bird. Icarus, the boy, stood and looked on, sometimes running to gather up the feathers which the wind had blown away, and then handling the wax and working it over with his fingers, by his play impeding his father in his labors.

When at last the work was done, the artist, waving his wings, found himself buoyed upward and hung suspended, poising himself on the beaten air. He next equipped his son in the same manner, and taught him how to fly, as a bird tempts her young ones from the lofty nest into the air. When all was prepared for flight, he said, "Icarus, my son, I charge you to keep at a moderate height, for if you fly too low the damp will clog your wings, and if too high the heat will melt them. Keep near me and you will be safe." While he gave him these instructions and fitted the wings to his shoulders, the face of the father was wet with tears, and his hands trembled. He kissed the boy, not knowing that it was for the last time. Then rising on his wings he flew off, encouraging him to follow, and looked back from his own flight to see how his son managed his wings. As they flew the ploughman stopped his work to gaze, and the shepherd leaned on his staff and watched them, astonished at the sight, and thinking they were gods who could thus cleave the air.

They passed Samos and Delos on the left and Lebynthos on the right, then the boy, exulting in his career, began to leave the guidance of his companion and soar upward as if to reach heaven. The nearness of the blazing sun softened the wax which held the feathers together, and they came off. He fluttered with his arms, but no feathers remained to hold the air. While his mouth uttered cries to his father, it was submerged in the blue waters of the sea, which thenceforth was called by his name. His father cried, "Icarus, Icarus, where are you?" At last he saw the feathers floating on the water, and bitterly lamenting his own arts, he buried the body and called the land Icaria in memory of his child. Daedalus arrived safe in Sicily, where he built a temple to Apollo, and hung up his wings, an offering to the god.

Answer 7

In short, nutjob with a bird fetish thought he could fly, built a pair of wings with flamable materials, flew too close to the sun, (Que wooshing flame sound effect) ended up a cooked chicken and fell to his demise. probably landed on someone's dinner plate making a great roast dinner, just don't ask what they used for gravy.

Answer 8

In Greek mythology, Icarus (Latin, Greek Íkaros, Etruscan Vicare, German Ikarus) was the son of Daedalus (Daídalos), famous for his death by falling into the sea when the wax holding his artificial wings together melted.

The story of Icarus
The following is an account of the Fall of Icarus as told by Thomas Bulfinch:

Icarus was imprisoned, with his father, in a tower on Crete, by the king, Minos. Daedalus contrived to make his escape from the prison he was in, but could not leave the island by sea, as the king kept strict watch on all the vessels, and permitted none to sail without being carefully searched. "Minos may control the land and sea," said Daedalus, "but not the regions of the air. I will try that way." So he set to work to fabricate wings for himself and his young son Icarus. He wrought feathers together beginning with the smallest and adding larger, so as to form an increasing surface. The larger ones he secured with thread and the smaller with wax, and gave the whole a gentle curvature like the wings of a bird. Icarus, the boy, stood and looked on, sometimes running to gather up the feathers which the wind had blown away, and then handling the wax and working it over with his fingers, by his play impeding his father in his labors.

When at last the work was done, the artist, waving his wings, found himself buoyed upward and hung suspended, poising himself on the beaten air. He next equipped his son in the same manner, and taught him how to fly, as a bird tempts her young ones from the lofty nest into the air. When all was prepared for flight, he said, "Icarus, my son, I charge you to keep at a moderate height, for if you fly too low the damp will clog your wings, and if too high the heat will melt them. Keep near me and you will be safe." While he gave him these instructions and fitted the wings to his shoulders, the face of the father was wet with tears, and his hands trembled. He kissed the boy, not knowing that it was for the last time. Then rising on his wings he flew off, encouraging him to follow, and looked back from his own flight to see how his son managed his wings. As they flew the ploughman stopped his work to gaze, and the shepherd leaned on his staff and watched them, astonished at the sight, and thinking they were gods who could thus cleave the air.

They passed Samos and Delos on the left and Lebynthos on the right, then the boy, exulting in his career, began to leave the guidance of his companion and soar upward as if to reach heaven. The nearness of the blazing sun softened the wax which held the feathers together, and they came off. He fluttered with his arms, but no feathers remained to hold the air. While his mouth uttered cries to his father, it was submerged in the blue waters of the sea, which thenceforth was called by his name. His father cried, "Icarus, Icarus, where are you?" At last he saw the feathers floating on the water, and bitterly lamenting his own arts, he buried the body and called the land Icaria in memory of his child. Daedalus arrived safe in Sicily, where he built a temple to Apollo, and hung up his wings, an offering to the god.


The Fall of Icarus (detail), by Peter Brueghel the Elder, ca. 1558: Icarus flails in the water as characters in the foreground ignore him.[edit]
Icarus in modern culture
Icarus continues to be cited as a moral lesson about the danger of hubris, suggesting that someone who dares to fly too close to the realm of the gods will suffer for it. Icarus may be regarded as a metaphor for a social fall, and this is taken into its full extreme in Walter Tevis' novel The Man Who Fell to Earth. Both it and the subsequent film reference Icarus, and the hero, a slowly corrupted and disillusioned extraterrestrial, has Brueghel's painting The Fall of Icarus (illustration, right) on his wall. This painting is a pivotal modern reference, serving as a reference and backdrop for other literary uses.

In his poem Musée des Beaux-Arts, W. H. Auden saw Brueghel's figures— so oblivious to the tragic plunge— as part of the blind continuity of daily life, its innocent callousness:

how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on. [1]
William Carlos Williams saw Brueghel's landscape and wrote the poem, Landscape with the Fall of Icarus:

"According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning"