Love… The adventure which we follow every time but generally can’t give a meaning… Is it a reflection of our egoism, or an act of motive to be owner something? In this text beginning with different opinions on love, I try to get together on a sense; running from death and the aspect of love. The text which is a product of my effort of showing Spinoza’s conatus and Bataille’s passion in the same place with Artaud’s cruelty and terror; so generally is a picture which have a purpose to create a break in time’s domination of relating to life and to show this break situation which appear as losing own self like love and sexuality in emptiness of time. It has a character of invitation of Othello’s love and hate from Shakespeare’s scene to philosophy’s scene. With hope of, this can be a sign to reach, to the path to meet with conscious to open to our terrors unconscious…
Apparently you can see in this text, the real purpose is to catch a mimesis (ape) meaning beginning from Plato; then Aristotle, and at last the point of view of theatre. The main point is love and hates in our lives and the reflection of these points in philosophical and theatrical scenes. But the general frame necessary to be comprehend is, the love’s source is an ego and all of tendencies about love and hate to somebody or something only have the roots on us. And conclusively, all of love and hate expressions pave the wave for appearing for ego’s terror; and this terror cause to “little deaths” which with their help we can run from real life for a minute and meet with our animality, our passion and claims. And, of course running from the social life’s rules and catch own selfness.
Birincil Dil | Türkçe |
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Bölüm | MAKALELER/ARTICLES |
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Yayımlanma Tarihi | 30 Temmuz 2017 |
Gönderilme Tarihi | 7 Temmuz 2017 |
Yayımlandığı Sayı | Yıl 2017 Sayı: 8 |