segunda-feira, novembro 29, 2010

on the concept of Tragedy his [Howard Barker] volume Arguments for a Theatre. "You emerge from tragedy equipped against lies. After the musical, you're anybody's fool," he observes. (...)

I'm not going to talk about the concept of Tragedy on modern society, there better and more qualified theorists that could do it for me, instead of trying to write about something that I'll try to follow the idea that tragedy is a way to re-build the individual. I write with signs of death wondering around.
The concept that gives the title to this post is somehow that should be very easy for me to explain, but it isn't; [if-not-now-when]

'Life isn't worth anything, not anything is life worth' sings Lila Downs in her version of the old music "Tu Recuerdo y Yo"... Humans try to remember even those bitter and salty memories of hearts that no longer go together, humans are like poor devils that nurture hate inside of them waiting for a moment where they can bring it all out, and we forget that we all start and end the same... Not that that should be an excuse for everyone to get along and embrace the whole world, but in times of real tragedy should we keep fighting against eachother?
Life is worth what is worth, and that doesn't mean neither more or less than of what everyone thinks it should be worth for themselves. Life is what it is, and lately our frailty has become major topic in my thoughts. Like I said in the beggining of this post, death is all around us, and looking from outside it seems a big stubbornness (sometimes perversity) to keep on going...

Don't Let Me Down

Everything seems unfinished,
when the cold empties the streets
and people run away from the hours
the emptiness fills and spreads
where lonely hearts still wonder
in the lost&founds of humanity
coats of good will, purses and wallets
of altruistic reciprocity, have no space
and are burned into oily coal
that red-lightens this cold underworld...

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