Wednesday, March 26, 2014

"On Beauty and Being Just": My conclusion

I recently finished reading a book for class by Elizabeth Scarry called On Beauty and Being Just. At first I didn't think I was going to get anything out of it—she is a philosopher, and writes like one—but I think I can officially say it was worth reading.

Here's my response to the question "How do you define beauty? In constructing your answer, engage with Scarry in SOME way":




In regard to my definition of beauty, I want to first establish that while I do think Beauty exists as an entity or concept in and of itself, independent of human interaction or perception, it is only by our human perception that we understand and are able to see beauty as it is; that is, the word “beauty” is the only mechanism by which we can properly express what we perceive to be Beauty or beautiful. I say this because I believe that beauty is a connection with or glimpse of the divine, the infinite, and eternity. Just because we as individuals find different things beautiful on an individual basis does not mean that beauty or the perception of beauty is subjective, per se, BECAUSE each person is either seeing the same thing differently or recognizing and internalizing (on whatever level of consciousness) a different aspect of Beauty. Each person is gifted with seeing the world in a particular way essentially unique to them.

My definition complements Scarry's in several ways. On the last point, the fact that each individual perceives beauty differently—and thereby necessarily contributes to the consummate picture and human understanding of Beauty—supports her push for equality as a central part of the justice that beauty, Scarry claims, necessarily invites. That is, if we need every individual on the planet to form the full picture of beauty, doesn't it follow that each individual has an equally valuable piece of the puzzle, and should therefore be valued equally as a contributor to the greater knowledge of all? Is it not conceivable that each person also has within them something to be valued which contributes to society and the promotion or enactment of justice?

Of course, not everyone—many people, even, if not all of us, at one time or another—recognizes this; perhaps, as Scarry asserts, each one of us can recall a time at which we made a mistake regarding beauty. And therein lies one of, if not THE fundamental problem with humanity, with this life: we make mistakes. We are human. I have not been forced to prove to myself for a long time the existence of God, but am continually moved or driven to understand the nature of God, because, if nothing else, I am human. The moment at which I come to fully comprehend the nature of a God, one of two things will happen: I will be one with God, or I will become God. The distinction is very subtle, yet important. I personally don't believe the second option is possible, because that would require me to exist before EVERYTHING, and after—as far as I can tell, I have already failed the prerequisites. So with Beauty, if it is indeed something of God and the “immortal,” as Scarry puts it (I prefer “eternal”), then to understand it perfectly and always perceive it correctly would be to surrender our humanness in becoming one with or (“simply”) becoming God.


Additionally, Scarry seems disinclined to say anything one way or the other about how the existence of the Christian “God” plays into (or doesn't) her argument, but the more, shall we say, mythical example of multiple gods, assumedly of Greek and Roman history. Nevertheless, statements like the following speak to me significantly of a very real, other-worldly, eternal spiritual realm in which resides a creative force: “The equality of beauty enters the world before justice and stays longer because it does not depend on human beings to bring it about: though human beings have created much of the beauty of the world, they are only collaborators in a much vaster project.” [108])

Saturday, March 22, 2014

On "graduating"

What a great poem to remind us, as graduating college students in particular, of change and the misunderstandings that can arise between friends if we're not careful, intentional.




Change
BY LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON
(via www.poetryfoundation.org)


And this is what is left of youth! . . .
There were two boys, who were bred up together,
Shared the same bed, and fed at the same board;
Each tried the other’s sport, from their first chase,
Young hunters of the butterfly and bee,
To when they followed the fleet hare, and tried
The swiftness of the bird. They lay beside
The silver trout stream, watching as the sun
Played on the bubbles: shared each in the store
Of either’s garden: and together read
Of him, the master of the desert isle,
Till a low hut, a gun, and a canoe,
Bounded their wishes. Or if ever came
A thought of future days, ’twas but to say
That they would share each other’s lot, and do
Wonders, no doubt. But this was vain: they parted
With promises of long remembrance, words
Whose kindness was the heart’s, and those warm tears,
Hidden like shame by the young eyes which shed them,
But which are thought upon in after-years
As what we would give worlds to shed once more.



They met again, — but different from themselves,
At least what each remembered of themselves:
The one proud as a soldier of his rank,
And of his many battles: and the other
Proud of his Indian wealth, and of the skill
And toil which gathered it; each with a brow
And heart alike darkened by years and care.
They met with cold words, and yet colder looks:
Each was changed in himself, and yet each thought
The other only changed, himself the same.
And coldness bred dislike, and rivalry
Came like the pestilence o’er some sweet thoughts
That lingered yet, healthy and beautiful,
Amid dark and unkindly ones. And they,
Whose boyhood had not known one jarring word,
Were strangers in their age: if their eyes met,
’Twas but to look contempt, and when they spoke,
Their speech was wormwood! . . .
. . . And this, this is life!

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Wabi Sabi

Ever heard of Wabi Sabi? or Wabi-Sabi? or wabi-sabi? or wabi and sabi?

I'm sort of doing a research project on it. But before I write more about it (here), I'll give you an opportunity to do a little research yourself :)

Anyway, I went looking for Wabi Sabi today. This is what I found:




Until next time, happy wandering!

Friday, March 14, 2014

Write it!

The art of losing isn't hard to master.
(Name that poem!)

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, and my posts haven't been much of substance yet, but if you like writing and reading and talking about all that, check out my professor's website and podcast!!

www.fictionschool.com

Baker Lawley, Jody Gehrman, and Tommy Zurhellen. All published, all awesome (at least, I can speak about Baker and Tommy — took classes from one and hobnobbed the other at an author reading at my school!)

Podcast. iTunes. "Fiction School." Go!