In 1926, Virginia Woolf wrote an essay "On being ill", commenting: "Considering how common illness is...... it becomes strange indeed that illness has not taken its place with love, battle and jealousy among the prime themes of literature" [ 19].
"Yes, the jewelry is beautiful, and tradition is beautiful, but when it's imposed in the wrong place, it becomes strange and awkward and might cause a negative reaction".
It just means that I become strange, maybe a tad mad--compulsively eating, wandering the streets like a guttersnipe, driving in search of something never articulated.
It is not wholly misguided to think that you are responsible for your own ailment, that you are doing it to yourself — it's just that the idea of the self becomes strange.
You paint an apple, you paint an apple over again, until this utterly familiar object becomes strange and luminous and mysterious; yet it remains only an apple.
And from the classic, quite naturalistic opening scenes, the play quickly becomes strange and expressionistic.
"A structure without windows becomes strange," he admits, "yet all my creations leave the impression that they could have been built – it's just you've never seen it".
Everything becomes strange far before that, though.
Try to stare at something for a long period of time and eventually it will become strange looking and you will only see that one object and nothing else Think about the worst possible things that could easily happen at any moment in this boring situation (Tornado, something embarrassing, alien invasion, etc. ) Try to give yourself imagination.
It writes into the centre of human anguish, unrelieved, but in its dignity and its defiance, it becomes by strange alchemy its own salve.
The melding of the two themes, doom and imagination, is a little strange, and it becomes more strange as a third theme is added: sex.
