it is vague, life and deathSamuel Becket
I think of the art of dying, then inevitably pushing three figures before my eyes: Foucault, Nietzsche, Heidegger (Nazi Heidegger). I think it should correctly read: life at the limit. There is no art of dying, because death usually leaves no time for art. The life in the face of death (with death before his eyes) is the decisive moment. If you know that your days are numbered, then you need to rest your life more artful. People with a shortened life expectancy have it easier: they must certainly decorate their remaining life with dignity, they may lose no more time to for them insignificant things, with dingy friendships with useless advice on how well intentioned they may be. Life is more intense when the death sentence for sure.
of death, death of ideas, dealing with the dying and new forms of sepulchral culture in recent years has been much talk, but mostly connected and still with the so-called crowding theory.(...) literature is here for narrative material in general, which contributes not only to more or less realistic rendering social attitudes to death, but in turn influential acts in the formation of images of death.(...) literature is not only an aesthetically broken mirror of reality, but also a producer of symbolic systems and representations, which relate to the perception of reality influence.Karen Priest: death mythdeath and death experiences in modern literature)
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