Showing posts with label futility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label futility. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 June 2007

Sisyphus in the round


Given enough time, all couples will write scripts together. They use them to re-enact their histories. The past you see, has a habit of repeating itself. When it does, it's easier to do a read through than it is to write a new script on the fly.

Minor edits are made of course, and the backdrop sometimes different, but the themes remain static.

Like any good play, they're usually dramatic. At the core is an unresolved conflict. We watch the actors fight and struggle to solve their quandary. It builds into a stupendous climax where finally the conflict is resolved. The actors are spent.

You can of course, opt for rolling the script up into a tube and thwacking the other about the head with it. It has a similar effect. Albeit a little one dimensional.

The rock is perched on a ledge. Safe for now.

Saturday, 19 May 2007

Tragic



"From Orestes to Hamlet, Medea to Macbeth, the underlying struggle is that of the individual attempting to gain his 'rightful' position in his society...I think the tragic feeling is evoked in us when we are in the presence of a character who is ready to lay down his life, if need be, to secure one thing-his sense of personal dignity". Arthur Miller.

Tuesday, 17 April 2007

It's worth repeating

Just so you know, all this means nothing. There is no ultimate beauty, purpose or design. It's just a delusion. We're all just sensory junkies.

I, for one, plan to enjoy it to the fullest. I make no apologies for staring at the grass whilst grinning like a fool. I like green.

It takes time, knowledge and effort to learn how to best enjoy our delusion. This is the purpose of Sans God.

I also like blue, for what it's worth.