Conclusion of the Literature Course

Yes, it is difficult to state a conclusion when you have to write it, but really do not want to. But well, this conclusion is meant to be read by people, for them to know what you think. I know at least two people that will be reading this. You never know all of the people who will read your posts, but now I am sure of two. Maybe I can come up with a secret code, but I won't, or maybe I will, I do not know, maybe within the post, there is the "hidden message". Whatever. 

This course. Wow, well, first the typical "Oh, yes I learned a lot, and I found out the meaning of literature and read many interesting things that will help me find a taste for future things I read and everything was so enjoyable: the presentations, the art projects, the novels, the... Yes, and it was the best course in the year and, and, and..." 

But I'm not feeling any of that, am I? What I learned through the year, is that no matter how much or what I read, I actually HAVE the capacity to descipher funny drawings or symbols called "words" to communicate. I went kind of "backwards" and asked, and ask, in present tense...

Words? I understand? Why do I understand? Bleh. Punctuation marks?!="!: Yeah, they help, and you know they are there for something, and someone introduces to your mind that they are there for something, and that they mean something, and their only goal is to make it "understandable". You want more conclusion? I think I will not reach a point?!"=. The course, yes, I liked Night, my "whatever it was" in my "art" project, trying to figure out many things. My reading habits: did not change. My pleasure for reading: did not change. My meaning to words: yeah, that probably changed. And yet, I am here, using my "understandable" english...


I realized I use words such as adjectives or adverbs, and I can not only use words, but choose my words and choose their meaning. adkfjs.

You read it, _______ (insert name here). 

Maybe later I'll also read this. 

"Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury

I've always laughed at the term "science fiction" (in a kind of mental way, not that I laugh out loud every time I hear it). There is something about it, that is not fictitious about it; and science, well, that is another story. I know, I know, fiction is something that does not have to do with our "reality", and our history; our peopled world, our current technological advances, (by the way, Fahrenheit 451 movie came out in the 60s and I smiled at the "wonderful" TV parlor wich was one of our modern plasma T.V.s. Very futuristic for the time it was made in), or maybe the things people do and the way people think... a thousand, a billion reasons. 

My "point" here, if I do have one of those, is that Fahrenheit could just as easy as to be an allegory. An allegory of what? Of our modern times, of our present, that is turning into past every second, every moment. There are always people who are against the system, people who want to just take things as they are, people who do not want or are afraid of THINKING, people who control everything, and people who come and give your life a change... any change, people who think they understand... People, people, people... Arabs, catholics, African-Americans, chinese, mexicans, short people, non-religious people... people, people, people... all so unique, all so different. 

     

In a way, all science fiction has to relate to "now", since topics treated everywhere have to do with our way of thinking, and these topics are discussed, exposed or wahtever by a thinking human being. (Unless there's an animal or plant that writes or paints, which would also be left to the interpretation of us human beings, so it's all the same, anyway). A man that discovers that his life is silly, absurd. The closest person to him, which was never that <linked> to him, the people that did not want others to fill their minds with knowledge so that ignorance would make them "H.a.p.p.y" (what a word in this world, so...). I cannot think of it as science fiction, because they have all the tools we have, the TVs, the incinerators, empty minds, non-empty minds, books... we are just technologically closer, or just like it. Science. Social Science? Technological Science? Fiction? Really? 

Tech is created to fulfill our "needs". Our needs to have what? An easier life? A h.a.p.p.i.e.r world? A less stressed world? A comformist world? Really? Sides. Well, human beings have to choose one, and satisfy their "neeeeeeds". 

Extra no. 1:

Aliens? Maybe the reason we have not "seen" them is because we insist on realting them to human characteristics. We believe what our eyes can see, even with "great" modern tech... Just a thought. 

Extra no. 2:

Montag's chase and sudden death in TV. Kind of reminded me of Osama Bin Laden. Sudden, fast, TV. 

You'll be reading this? Will someday internet be burnt? You know, maybe not a lot of people will mind reading this. It is l.o.n.g.

Words. Words. Words. Bleh. 

"Much ado about Nothing" by William Shakespeare

Words... back... or something. The thing is that now, this is supposed to talk about... nothing! Nothing what? Oh, right. Much ado, much to do, about... no-thing. Even though the title of this story, play, movie, etc., originally by William Shakespeare, can have many meanings and connotations, like the one which has a sexual menaing, or the one where nothing (notting) means to spy someone, I will focus on the "no-thing" thing about this "nothing" play. 

What is this supposed to mean? That nothing happened in the end? That every event just happened and it was just for nothing because everything would have run its course without all the drama? Is it that Shakeaspeare considered all the muttering and love and relationships a really huge "nothing"? Maybe, but that is not up to me to interpret.  

What I think is that in the end, what counted was inside the characters, and sooner or later, it would have appeared, through one means or the others.  Beatrice and Benedick, they both loved each other so secretly, that one day, maybe, without others' "help", their love would have ocme out to surface for them and everyone to see. Claudio and Hero, well, what a pair of confused and tender-lovings! 

Maybe the end as we know it would not have ended that way if no one would have interferred. I mean, it would have ended with Claudio's death, with Don Pedro's one by his evil brother, with all the "loving couples" being together in the end, wether in life or death (as in R & J, in the case of Claudio and Hero), or nothing could have happened, just the prince and everyone else arriving to Messina, doing whatever they went to do, and bye-bye. Nothing, nothing could have happened, and nothing happened, so, there was too much doing about just nothing.