Wednesday, 25 March 2009

An extreme side of play

Picture : Antonio Matta Echaurren

There are extremes sides of play in urban games that are simple forms of masquerade.
There were philosophies that promised to teach us what to think about death and how to die.
Usually, boring to tears. Most interesting guidelines among them are those that say us, how to prepare it bit by bit( or byte by byte ) take care of it, decorate it, arrange the details or simply ignore them with just one move, find the ingredients (the ingredients that stand as tutors between life and death), imagine it, choose it of course, get an advise on it, ( here it comes the gameplay ''incoming transition'').
More, save it into a work without spectators, (Серге́й Генна́диевич Неча́ев is obviously excluded ) one has to exist only for oneself, not for a big deal, just for that shortest little moment of life.
Just to mention a comment of M. Foucault on that matter, he advises: ''Those who survive, of course, see suicide as nothing but superficial traces, solitude, awkwardness, and unanswerered cries''. Needless to say,in social terms as well. Well, these people can't help but ask why? The only question -that a noble mind- regarding death, shouldn't ask at all.
Yes, why? Because i wanted to. It is true that individual or social suicide, (how can you trace the difference) often leaves discouraging traces. From a tongue that is hanging in a room, or a self closed in a garage with the gas turned of, to a city civilian wreck after a suicide warfare, that leaves some brain lying on the sidewalk for the dogs to come and sniff it at?
I think that many prefer to commit suicide straight on, than to continue to think about it all.
I also think that suicide whatever is social or individual, (again try to make the difference) must not be left to unhappy people who might bungle it or make a mess of it. As a backup, there are lots fewer happy than unhappy people.

Again Foucault: An advise to the lovers of humanity (and to game developers). If you really want to see a decrease in the number of social or individual suicides,support only those potential suicides which are commited with forthought, quietly, even at broadcast and especially without a wavering. After all, we should consider ourselves lucky to have at hand (with suicide) an extreme unique social and individual experience. It's the one, which above all the rest deserves the greatest attention-not that it shoudn't worry you- but rather so that you can make of it a fathomless pleasure whose patient and relentless preparation will enlighten all of your life.

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2 Comments:

Blogger deplaced said...

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

from 'Lady Lazarus', Ariel, by Sylvia Plath

26 March 2009 at 00:18  
Blogger dead man learning said...

death COULD BE the essence of life, coz there are no relations WITH IT nor WITHOUT IT.

πολύ μου άρεσαν ορισμένοι διάλογοι στη Νετσαγερί.... στο βλέμμα! ;)

26 March 2009 at 00:30  

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