The Motown men were so pathetic!
Ain't too proud to beg, Girl you could leave me a hundred times and a hundred times I'd take you back. When you snap your fingers, or wink your eye, I come a running to you, I’m tied to your apron strings, and there’s nothing I can do.
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Can I accuse you of creating a man of straw?
The OP says, "According to his theory, a production should be centred around shared emotional experience between the actors and spectators and should aim to access primal emotions through delving into the subconscious. In order to access the subconscious, according to Artaud theatre cannot be rational - it must use a juxtaposition of images and symbols to do this rather than logical dialogue."
You say that emotional content in culture is mostly sappy and romantic. You stand that idea up and then easily knock it down when the OP is really about important theatrical art which comes down to us from Artaud's theatre of cruelty.
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Hereandnow wrote: Our language sits as a superstructure, a pragmatic superstructure upon the real. we grow so accustomed to thinking and speaking this becomes, so to speak, reified by familiarity. Artaud and others want to shock us into seeing through the veil of ordinary language that has come to rule over us, pacifying , placating, mesmerizing; and we obey. Check out Guy Debord and the Situationists, his Society of the Spectacle is very provocative.
Pragmatists think that the attempt to "know" the world in the traditional sense is impossible (like Wittgenstein) and that knowing is all about grasping what works. these intuitions we have about the cognitive apprehension of a thing may feel like Truth (there is a cup on the table) but it really cumulative consummation(see Dewey, Experience and Nature) of a history of pragmatic encounters.
But knowing is not experiencing! Not Being here. We are and are in the midst of absolute transcendence.
Thanks for the reading list and your lucid confirmation of stuff I have been thinking, namely that we walk around in an ineffable cathedral of sensory information. I'll look into this stuff.
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Belinda wrote:I understand the question but
Love is relationship , and relationships are socially constructed. There are some people who have never learned to care for wild flowers. Wild flowers were not part of their human culture. I care for wild geraniums and I encourage cranesbill on my gravel drive wherever it wants to grow. I wondered why it's called 'cranesbill' and I found out that it was noticed that the back part of the flower is peaked like a crane's bill. Now you have reminded me that its leaves are deeply lobed, and I like the flower all the more for those associations. There is no life without culture. Even a feral child learns the culture of the animal that rears him.
"Pay attention." Subversive maybe, but everything follows from that.
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Hi again Belinda, Thanks for making me look up cranesbill, I haven't heard that name for the wild geranium. It's the long thin seed catapult that forms after the flower is gone, sticks straight up, looks like a crane's bill. There are some WGs that don't do this, but if it's a cranesbill it has the spring loaded seed-flinger mechanism. I may try to harvest some seeds.
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Greta wrote:I would like to form a relationship or engage in casual sex with you. It may or may not get freaky. I feel highly bonded to you, perhaps moreso than previously. It is a surprising and pleasing sensation. Once bonded, if that bond breaks I may not be able to carry on. Or I may carry on sadly. Or I will move on and screw you. After the bond is broken, even temporarily, I may be resentful and say bad things about you and impugn your character, or worse. However, I may later regret this and start to miss you and want you back. If we bond again we will remain bonded forever and nothing will break those bonds. I have decided this and you have no choice in the matter.
What about the Japanese puppet genre that only exists to perform romantic double suicides?