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É complicado falar sobre existir ou não, pq se a terra media existisse mesmo não seria assim tão idealizada, seria a terra media "real" com problemas semelhantes ao que enfrentamos todos os dias, mesmo tendo todos os elementos fantasticos que existem nela, se pudessemos ir pra lá aposto que muitos pediriam a Eru pra voltar pra cá, afinal essa é a nossa realidade e o nosso mundo. Nunca conseguiriamos viver a realidade da terra media, pelo fato que estamos acostumados com essa. A Terra media é tão bonita e legal comparada a Terra real porque no final podemos fechar o livro e sair dela.
Cara o fato dele ter imaginado o mundo dele 6 mil antes da historia conhecida da humanidade, não matou a possibilidade de outros virem e continuarem seu trabalho. Ninguem quis explicar o que ocorreu no final da 4 quarta era que fez desaparecer o mundo tolkieano,ninguem explicou o que teria nas darklands e sunlands. Como seria a vida dos elfos que ainda existiriam hoje, o tolkien deixa um monte de brechas, a maioria que não se aproveita delas, preferem fica voltando a formulas batidas como primeira era e a saga do senhor dos aneis. É tudo uma questão de ter criatividade.Não, nunca existiu, e antes ele tivesse corrido o risco de ser acusado de "brincar de Deus", pois assim teria evitado o mal maior de ser considerado o "profeta tardio" do Cristianismo por alguns lunáticos mundo afora. Pois é, Tolkien terminou muito parecido com seu personagem Celebrimbor. E além do mais, um mundo imaginário, sem conexão alguma com o nosso, abriria um imenso campo para novas e fascinantes sagas que seriam escritas por seus admiradores. Mas ele preferiu colocar tudo aquilo como ocorrido seis mil anos antes da história conhecida da humanidade (corrijam-me, se eu estiver errado), retirando, pelo menos para mim, boa parte do fascínio que sua obra tinha e o substituindo por melancolia. Avaliação de crítico, afinal era a sua ( de Tolkien) obra e ele podia declarar o que quisesse sobre ela.
Profeta tardio do cristianismo é exagero, agora que sua obra é essencialmente influenciada pelo cristianismo católico-romano, tanto em cosmologia como em teologia, isso é inegável.
O problema não é esse, Snaga, mas o fato do fantasismo. Fantasia é muito bom, todos gostamos, mas fantasismo é doença, é algo que te impede de viver, ou pelo menos, de viver bem, viver feliz. Sei disso porque já vivi algo parecido com isso. Toda a conversa em torno do quanto é bom sermos sonhadores é muito bonita e verdadeira até certo ponto, até o ponto em que nossa imaginação começa a falsear realidade. Aí tudo se torna falso.
When he wrote The Silmarillion Tolkien believed that in one sense he was writing the truth. He did not suppose that precisely such peoples as he described, 'elves', 'dwarves', and malevolent 'orcs', had walked the earth and done the deeds that he recorded. But he did feel, or hope, that his stories were in some sense an embodiment of a profound truth.Time and again he expressed his distaste for that form of literature. 'I dislike allegory wherever I smell it,' he once said, and similar phrases echo through his letters to readers of his books. So in what sense did he suppose The Silmarillion to be 'true'?
Something of the answer can be found in his essay On Fairy-Stories
and in his story Leaf by Niggle, both of which suggest that a man may be given by God the gift of recording 'a sudden glimpse of the
underlying reality or truth'. Certainly while writing The Silmarillion
Tolkien believed that he was doing more than inventing a story. He wrote of the tales that make up the book: They arose in my mind as "given" things, and as they came, separately, so too the links grew. An absorbing, though continually interrupted labour (especially, even apart from the necessities of life, since the mind would wing to the other pole and spread itself on the linguistics): yet always I had the sense of recording what was already "there", somewhere: not of "inventing".'
He had shown the original Earendel lines to G.B. Smith, who had said that he liked them but asked what they were really about. Tolkien had replied: 'I don't know. I'll try to find out.' Not try to invent: try to find out. He did not see himself as an inventor of story but as a discoverer of legend. And this was really due to his private languages.
It is impossible in a few sentences to give an adequate account of how Tolkien used his elvish languages to make names for the characters andplaces in his stories. But briefly, what happened was this. When working to plan he would form all these names with great care, first deciding on the meaning, and then developing its form first in one language and subsequently in the other; the form finally used was most frequently that in Sindarin. However, in practice he was often more arbitrary. It seems strange in view of his deep love of careful invention, yet often in the heat of writing he would construct a name that sounded appropriate to the character without paying more than cursory attention to itslinguistic origins. Later he dismissed many of the names made in this way as 'meaningless', and he subjected others to a severe philological scrutiny in an attempt to discover how they could have reached their strange and apparently inexplicable form. This, too, is an aspect of his imagination that must be grasped by anyone trying to understand how he worked. As the years went by he came more and more to regard his own invented languages and stories as 'real' languages and historical chronicles that needed to be elucidated. In other words, when in this mood he did not say of an apparent contradiction in the narrative or an unsatisfactory name: 'This is not as I wish it to be; I must change it.' Instead he would approach the problem with the attitude: 'What does his mean? I must find out.'
This was not because he had lost his wits or his sense of proportion. In part it was an intellectual game of Patience1 (he was very fond of Patience cards), and in part it grew from his belief in the ultimate truth of his mythology. Yet at other times he would consider making drastic changes in some radical aspect of the whole structure of the story, just as any other author would do. These were of course contradictory attitudes; but here as in so many areas of his personality Tolkien was a man of antitheses.
que perdeu o Oscar por causa de esfregar na cara dos americanos a analogia deliberada com o Iraque e o Vietnã além do massacre dos indios dos EUA