THEATRE AND LOVE

Abstract

Love. The adventure which we follow every time but generally can't give a meaning. Is it a reflection of our egoism, or an act of motive to be owner something? In this text beginning with different opinions on love, I try to get together on a sense; running from death and the aspect of love. The text which is a product of my effort of showing Spinoza's conatus and Bataille's passion in the same place with Artaud's cruelty and terror; so generally is a picture which have a purpose to create a break in time's domination of relating to life and to show this break situation which appear as losing own self like love and sexuality in emptiness of time. It has a character of invitation of Othello's love and hate from Shakespeare's scene to philosophy's scene. With hope of, this can be a sign to reach, to the path to meet with conscious to open to our terrors unconscious.