Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Tragedy, Death, and Violence Class, 12 April

People get to perfection, overly fleshy, luxuriating. There are certain things about them, things that might strike you as kind of overdone. You've seen some ugly stuff, then you get to Lear, and when you get to Lear, there is already a sign of a later tragedy. How does the issue of lineage, "while we unburdened crawl toward death," rest word from referent? Now you have this floating nothing. You have these kinds of two different systems: on the one hand, on the other hand. It's not a very easy question. The expression of love is totally compromised in this contest. I'm not going to cheapen my love. "No more, no less." So, in other words, that means that I'm going to trip. This split versus modernist enterprising, this plague, all sorts of problems, this clash of cultures isn't just a clash of youth versus old age. You have these Machiavellian upstarts. Words mean nothing, words are fake, they are phony, and we can't trust them. How then do we get to know the truth? "Nothing," in this universe, seems all the more powerful.

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