However in this post I only intend following a bit on my own thinking with regard to the crossroad that this Life-Death partnership means to me particularly, this is my blog and blogs are supposed to be virtual spaces for one to share his own view on things, well mainly...then comes Adsense.
I am not against psychoanalitical theories or lacanian interpretations at all but after reading those materials I always end up dissapointed on how they imply that life driving forces as love and death -even from a mere existencial perspective- can be reduced to sexual impulses. Fortunatelly we can enjoy sex because with count on those instics but it sounds all too simple and mean, too similar to an old advertiser mindset in fact, stating that everybody function basically because of sexual pulsions and interests. It's like that question known in the marketers world: "Is it not any other better advert than a naked woman?"...something like that. Finally one is feed up of it, even if the naked body belongs to a man.
In Spain and other mediterranean cultures I find it a bit curious that the more civilised specimen of men haven't really complain about the freudian legacy, I thought it was enough with the phantom of Don Juan but well, it wasn't; mediterranean egos were needed of higher levels of surrealism and spoilment. I have no doubt that the cause of these speculations about the power of sex and so on is the opposite, indiference about it, called also impotence or sexual indefinition. And in my opinion the distant threat that caused that type of androgenic postures was the shadow of Nature understood as the "Big Mother" deity in the mediterranean folklore and its related consequences, I find it to be what messed it all up in the minds of the after all never too clever men.
I can say that I still hold positive connotations attached to erotical matters, but let's state that erotical is different than sexual, and I feel fortunate for knowning this subtle things because, believe or not, I know of people who is not capable of establishing the differences. Since te psychoanalistic movements started to put on the same sac erotism and sex, and Eros with Tanatos, the formula for mediocrity was finally a total success. As a woman, a long life fighter -well, woman-, a feminist - just someone with average common sense- and a human being with a soul, even only as a dreamer if you want, I can't agree with the binomy love-death as equals. The love-death stage could be taken in any case as a break-even point, as a very concret moment of revulsion or reaction if so, from where things are created, but as with everything else one has to decide individually on what term of any polarity one is about to be. After so I guess we all know that contigence can be everywhere when one has set up a path to follow. But what strengh would we develop without them, what glory we could claim of existence without our deserving right of fighting, would it be possible calling it love in the absence of all the hazards caused by death in our natural circumstances?.
"All you need is love" is an easy rythm really, but every piece of love is built over many skulls, if one doesn't fight them one may get sex ok, reproduction, repetition, but the uniqueness of love has no comparison anyway, and one's character will be completely different after such human battles.
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