#i don't believe in killing the author a la roland barthes
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something about how merlin and arthur both died the moment they became a story. how in becoming a legend, they sacrificed the versions of themselves that were real for the infinite potentiality of the versions that could have been. "the story that we have been a part of will live long in the minds of men" but at the cost of the lovers who wrote it, fragmented across space and time by a thousand new imaginations that keep them alive in all that they never were. when we read their story, they are broken and reborn anew, so does that make us murderers or gods? or maybe the whole point is that there never really was much of a difference between the two.
#why do i always do this shit at fucking TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING????#terrible midnight analysis#yeah anyway i hope this makes sense but i've been having major emotions about merlin as a meta text#because like#it's a story about a story#the infinite potential of an impossible love passed through the ages until it falls upon our ears#i don't believe in killing the author a la roland barthes#but i do believe that every time a text is read. another one is borne anew in the mind of the reader#and that's what merlin is to me#a thousand different stories about a warlock and a king#clamouring in the meta dimensions of their narrative in the blind and fervant hope that one day#some time#something will bring them home#bbc merlin#merlin#merlin meta#merthur
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