Murmurs and chants and cries and pleas.
NEW PAWS ALBUM VERY EXCITED YAY FUN
Taken from the forthcoming album ‘Youth Culture Forever’, to be released 2nd June 2014.
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Hello All (by which I mean 3 followers who I don’t believe actually read my work),
I haven’t posted much on here lately because I have been busy as shit. The few poems I have written go towards things at my university and whatnot. Anywho, I’ll try to keep this thing going for no reason other than that it’s something I can do.
- 1: A song you like with a color in the title
- 2: A song you like with a number in the title
- 3: A song that reminds you of summertime
- 4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about
- 5: A song that needs to be played LOUD
- 6: A song that makes you want to dance
- 7: A song to drive to
- 8: A song about drugs or alcohol
- 9: A song that makes you happy
- 10: A song that makes you sad
- 11: A song that you never get tired of
- 12: A song from your preteen years
- 13: One of your favorite 80’s songs
- 14: A song that you would love played at your wedding
- 15: A song that is a cover by another artist
- 16: One of your favorite classical songs
- 17: A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke
- 18: A song from the year that you were born
- 19: A song that makes you think about life
- 20: A song that has many meanings to you
- 21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title
- 22: A song that moves you forward
- 23: A song that you think everybody should listen to
- 24: A song by a band you wish were still together
- 25: A song by an artist no longer living
- 26: A song that makes you want to fall in love
- 27: A song that breaks your heart
- 28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love
- 29: A song that you remember from your childhood
- 30: A song that reminds you of yourself
One’s mind tends to wander untethered when circumstance and laziness come together to create a vast expanse of leisure time, and it is with this time that I have come to ponder the nature of beauty. Aesthetics is a philosophical topic as old as time, or at least as old as the phrase “as old as time.” What then, is beauty? Why the distinction, why the difference from a thing’s ‘normal’ look? Why the associated emotions and feelings that beauty invokes; those myriad beings praised by the great poets and would-be hacks alike?
To me, beauty is the momentary glimpse of the real, the briefest second when the veil of perception fades and the very being of the object is seen in its ‘trueness’. Such an occurrence is unique and can never be repeated precisely as it does in that moment. This uniqueness, the (perhaps subconscious) realization that one was privileged to see something in such a way that no one will ever see again, is what invokes the sublimity one finds in beauty.
What follows beauty is its own reverberation, an echo of what has been and what is no longer. The moment of beauty was perfection; all that comes after is the memory of perfection, entombed for eternity in the “image.” The moment of beauty, brought about by the intersection of Time, Perception, and Object, thus lives on in a distorted form, always inferior to that previous moment. This inferior beauty is what is portrayed in art, music, writing and memory. Of course, this image can invoke another moment of beauty in the observer, fully separate from the original moment. The concept of Art as Institution (that art that becomes the anchor of all future art) functions quite strongly on this level.
The tragedy of our existence is that we are always slightly removed from everything around us. Language, thought, the senses- all collaborate to create a deep abyss for the most part impossible to cross. Beauty then, is that rare moment when we can cross, when the bridge that connects to the ‘thing’ is revealed. It is a moment that I can only describe (perhaps inappropriately) as spiritual.
Such an idea of beauty is romantic and of a mystic nature. It is a concept embraced by the fool. I am a fool by choice and by trade. So I don’t ask you to agree with me. After all, beauty is what it is. I think it is up to the thinker to decide precisely what that ‘is’ is.