death is staged (can have dual meaning)

That's how it strikes me...

c'est le côté mélodramatique de la mort qui est en fait mis en exergue

When the music's over...

Turn out the lights!!

Jim did everything theatrically. He died theatrically and people still engage in theatrics at his grave (unless they moved it or something, as they once threatened to do).

But the reference to baroque poetry has me dusting off a word, theatral. The Renaissance brings the theatral to a height unknown since Greek tragedy. The Romans had spectacles. People were put to death. Only on the boards of the stage can you ascend through death. Death surrounded Jim like the cherubs on the ceiling of a Renaissance church. (But ganemo is right, there was something melodramatic about it, and therefore false. He kept trying to nail himself to a cross, but the nails kept falling out.)

Theatrical means of the theatre (also flamboyant). Theatral means as if in a theatre, that is, "staged". The "outshining" had to be contained and reflected around by that Baroque ceiling. Still... life is but a stage. Somehow, Jim became what he really was on a sort of stage, in a theatral setting.

We just don't know what that was.

(Sublimation - sublime)

idiomatic English

sublimation of death

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Note added at 1 hr (2006-06-11 19:49:22 GMT)
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or, less "dramatic", given theatrical form

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Note added at 13 hrs (2006-06-12 07:50:36 GMT)
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Bonjour CMJ, "outshining" veut dire "doté d"une brillance exceptionnelle"...La brillance sollicite avec force la vision , la "théâtralisation" est "transfiguration" de l'ordinaire, du banal; ce qui était terne acquiert couleurs vives qui arrêtent le regard ...Le théâtre est avant tout visuel...La mort qui est d'ordinaire perçue comme "noire", "grise" , chose de l'ombre à enterrer , à oublier éclate de couleurs...Lisez svp ceci:

The first time I discovered death... I didn't see nothing — all I saw was funny red paint and people lying around, but I knew something was happening, because I could dig the vibrations of the people around me, and all of a sudden I realized that they didn't know what was happening any more than I did. That was the first time I tasted fear... and I do think, at that moment, the souls of those dead Indians — maybe one or two of them — were just running around, freaking out, and just landed in my soul, and I was like a sponge, ready to sit there and absorb it.
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