#interpreation

[areadersquotelibrary]

“Thomas Aquinas had delivered the medieval judgment on the Bible in his emphatic sentence: "The author of the Bible is God." This notion of inspiration naturally led to the opinion that God had hidden in the sacred text all sorts of esoteric truths about various subjects. In a paradoxical way, the belief that God had dictated the various books of the Bible to inspired writers contributed to the medieval habit of not reading the Bible as a book-or as the collection of books that it is. It became rather a treasury of proof texts to be used as needed for the support of this or that doctrine propounded by theologians and preachers. God was everywhere equally in it. With the allegorical interpretation, anything could be found in all of it.” ― Richard Marius, Martin Luther: The Christian between God and Death

[leonchiro]

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[feynavaley]

Or me ask you this, Canon will always hold a strong influence, the author even more so. If an author told the fandom to stop doing a certain thing, like J.K. Rowling who is against adult Harry Potter fanfiction. Or specific information about the characters, would you respect it? Cleary the UP fandom doesn't care too much, neither Ao3 who let's you write works on those who are against fanfiction. While it's a nice argument and holds some truth, there is truth in the opposition too. Grey area Isay

Yes, of course? But I never said that you should completely ignore canon? What I said in the tags (and what I think the post was about as well, unless I’ve misunderstood something) is that there can be different interpretations – but these are interpretations I’m talking about, as in reading canon facts in a different light, not ignoring them completely. In my opinion, starting from canon facts is always indispensable.

For example, some people claim that Germany is HRE who lost his memories, other people say that he was simply born using the same body but is a completely different person – and there are hints supporting both theories. So, until Himaruya says something definitive, both theories and interpretations can be valid and it’s up to the single person to decide which one he thinks is more plausible, but none of them is technically wrong until stated otherwise.

If I have to be honest, I completely agree with what you said about respecting an author’s will, too, but this isn’t what I was talking about. I’m sorry if it came across this way, would you be so kind to point me out which of my words made it look like so? Because I certainly didn’t mean it!

What irks me a bit about the Hetalia fandom (and the reason I reblogged that post in the first place) is that some people (mind you, not everybody) want to pass their own interpretations (or even those belonging to other people) as canon, and put down as completely fake interpretations that don’t match their views – but are still interpretations, as in theories on facts that aren’t clearly stated in canon, so nobody aside from Himaruya can say whether they’re right or wrong. I have a lot of theories myself, some that agree with other people and some not, and I will keep considering them ‘true’ when I write – but I will never impose them on other people, and more importantly, if Himaruya ever said something that specifically contradicted any of my theories, of course I would drop them.

A last note on the ‘everybody can consider canon what they want’ part: this was specifically meant for Hetalia, as there are some contradictions in canon. For example, right off the bat, I could tell you that child Canada told England that no other nation had ever taken interest in him, but in older panels, he was shown interacting with France. In an instance like this one, I think that it’s up to the person to decide which information he wants to consider canon or combine them in a way they make sense. It’s only in these cases that people can decide what’s canon, in my opinion. I hope it’s clear now, sorry for the misunderstandings!

[sexybadassdowney]

i was just wondering what was RDJ's mental state during his wild time. I heard some people saying he was an attention seeker or things.. What do you think?

Hm, that is a tough one and of course highly and exclusively speculative, so I’ll put my thoughts under a read more break ;)

To be honest, when I read about his wild times and interviews he gave back then, to me he appears pretty much like a lost soul looking for a purpose, for love, for something worth living for. I always feel a lot of existential pain and frustration between the lines. I think he had this sense that he was supposed to do something great, to be really successful in order to fill a void in his life but that didn't quite work as well. And I feel that the drugs and sex and all the crazy things were largely an escape from his inner demons, from the part of him telling him he was failing, that there was nothing in his life really worth it. I see the party life and all that as a distraction to block out all the doubts and negative feelings etc. There's this behind the scenes interview on the Only You DVD where he states something along the lines of that life really is about fun and having fun or something like this, but even while he says it I find he just looks terribly lost and hurt underneath. I think the attention seeking might not be completely wrong, but I see it in the light of all this. I find even when you read into his early childhood and how he was starting to act etc. I have a feeling that maybe all of this was his way to try and be noticed by his parents and their friends, get some love, some guidance, some attention. And I feel there were also a lot of things and lessons about life and how to handle it that he just never got to learn in his childhood because it was just so crazy and out of the ordinary (I remember another quote where he said in regards to his childhood that one thing he learned was that at times when you had money you really made up for times when you didn't. Ouch. That is so irresponsible it makes my toe nails curl.. ). And he just learned to cover all his insecurities up by being extrovert and funny and maybe at times a bit of an ass, which then lead to all the trouble he found himself in.

At least that's my interpretation, could of course be miles off or just simply completely wrong. Am I making any sense?

[princepoet]

I've had all these dreams of people I've never seen in person and I always hold up high the meaning of dreams, I just really need to find out what these really mean, especially that one dream of when Kanye was crying and I had to hold him and he broke down in my arms, that was crazy.

[juandaviddice]

Lovely interpretation :)

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[221dreams]

The Carnival

The dream started with me falling through the sky on a sunny, cloudless day. Way down below me was a little town square surrounded by quaint cobblestone streets. People were walking around together, and nearby I could see some kind of fair going on where there were even larger crowds. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop my fall, and so instead of worrying about it I just took in my surroundings and tried to predict where I would hit the ground. As I approached the cobblestone street, I realized I was headed straight for a short little iron fence. I could just picture my neck getting speared by the fence, which seemed really gross, and to make matters worse there was a little family sitting nearby the area. I didn't want to splatter all over them, so I decided to start over.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I was falling at the same height as I had begun, high above the town. This time I was pleased to see that I was heading straight for the middle of a different, somewhat smaller town square. There were no fences or sharp objects here, and no people standing really close to the place I would hit, so I was satisfied. As I fell, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful weather. Once I started getting close I closed my eyes tight, wondering what it would feel like to die. 

When I finally hit the ground, I landed on my back, cracking the cobblestone surface. I lay there for a while with my eyes still closed, wondering if I was dead. But when I opened my eyes, I was just staring up at the beautiful blue sky framed by the quaint little city buildings. I heard someone approaching me but I didn't move until my friend Sara came into view. She was smiling as if nothing was wrong, and she held out a hand to help me up. I reached out and grabbed it, standing up with much effort. Even though the ground was cracked from my impact, I was amazed to see that I wasn't really hurt at all. I had a slight limp, but the more I walked the less it affected me. Sara started walking away and towards a side street, and I followed her.

When we turned the corner, I saw that a bunch of my other friends and people I knew from school were here too. I knew it was a dream and I knew they did too, and because we could do anything everyone was just messing around and having fun. One boy was flying through the air, leaving a burning rocket trail behind him as he did flips and twists. Other people were whooping and cheering him one. Other people were floating around, or leaping incredibly high. It was like a really fun, impromptu block party or something. Suddenly I was holding my mother's camera, and I decided to take pictures of everything happening so I could show her when I woke up. I really wanted her to see it "because then she'd know my dreams were real." (That's what I remember thinking anyway) I snapped lots of photos, and when I looked at them on the viewfinder after, they even had movement to them. I was really excited to have evidence of all this.

Then, I was far away, on a grassy hill at night. There was a carnival set up here, complete with a huge ferris wheel. The bright lights on all the rides were gorgeous, and I felt like I could have stood there and watched them for the entire night. I noticed another glow from farther away, and so I walked over to it. This was a small path of pastel-colored flowers, all emitting some ethereal glow. All around them, pitch black horses stood, bending down to eat the flowers. I watched as they devoured more and more of them, taking away the light gradually, but before they were all gone I decided to go back to the main carnival. Something about the horses made me uneasy. 

Now nobody was at the carnival, although the rides were still going. Wondering where everyone had gone, I wandered over to the edge of the hill (although here it was more like a cliff). There was scaffolding covering the side, so it was easy to climb down. On my way down, I passed some large human-sized thing wrapped up in a cocoon, and when I looked closer I saw that it was a mummy with a sewn-together mouth. But it was clearly dead, so I moved on without getting too  scared. When I reached the bottom of the cliff, I found my parents getting out of the car they had parked there. I was overjoyed to see them, because I wanted to show them all the things that you could do in a dream. I tried to point in the direction of the carnival and get them to go there with me, but when I tried to locate it on the outline of the cliff I saw only the outlines of buildings, popping up everywhere and ruining the skyline. I couldn't even see the silhouette of the ferris wheel anymore.

Then a deep, scratchy voice resounded in all of our minds. It was the mummy, laughing, saying it had gotten free and that we had all better run. Fear shot through me and we all started climbing through the scaffolding as fast as we could, wanting to get onto the hill. Once we made it up, everything looked different. Now it was a town, with rows and rows of houses lit up with red light and bathed in black shadow. No other colors even existed in the town. I heard the laugh again and suddenly my parents were gone. Terrified, I leapt down into the street, then jumped incredibly high again, going over the next row of buildings, and so on. I was moving as fast as I could, so sometimes when I hit the ground I would slip and fall. Gradually it got harder to leap that high, and I had to remind myself that this was a dream and I could do anything. I ran and ran until I couldn't do it anymore--I found a small, somewhat secluded staircase and sat down on it. Nothing happened for a while and then I suddenly noticed that at the very top of the staircase there was a golden light shining. The stairs led up to a black hatch, but the golden light seemed so peaceful.

I walked up cautiously, but was too afraid to actually enter the golden light. So I sat right next to it, close enough to feel comforted by it but not actually touching it. Sitting there alone, I was finally able to calm down a little bit. But then I heard voices approaching, saying things like "catch it!" "Come on, just a little further," and "Lift! Lift it up!" Three of my best friends came into view, carrying what looked like a thick pillow with them. But as they got closer I saw that there was a pair of severed human legs, still bleeding, attached to the pillowcase. They dropped it right on the first step of the stairs and now I knew I was trapped here. Obviously it was a trap to keep me from going down the stairs, and I was too afraid to enter the golden light too. I put my head on my knees, feeling like I was going to cry, and wondered what I could possibly do now.

Then I woke up.

[linguistry]

We interpret always as transients.

Frank Kermode