Beauty is fed from without

There is this song by Spanish song writer Luis Fernando Aute called "La Belleza" (The Beauty) A song that speaks about how nowadays the quest for beauty has been overrode by greed, by the need for power, success and procession. One of my favorite lines "More than nauseating they make me sad, they haven't even stroke for a second…The Beauty".

What else if not this is what Jonathan Lethem writes about in the Ecstasy of Influence. "After the wall has fallen we are no longer so equal" sings Aute, after we have rid ourselves of the fear of a common society (or communism) turns out we don't seem to be eligible to shine under the same light in the same way, we don't seem to be all eligible to be graced with the magic of inspiration.

Having read this article and heard Kirby Fergusons TED talk right after I experienced Janet Cardiff's beautiful interactive audio walk I can't help but imagine a world where beauty is definitely and irremediable erased by commodification. Downloading Cardiff's talk would've cost me a couple of bucks, having to enter Central Park another couple of bucks, and crossing every landmark a couple of more bucks. Hard but doable, I'm living off a scholarship that is meant to sponsor all of my research activities, but how about everyone else?

There are museums that don't allow people to take notes. Pictures, I understand, it is a matter of conservation of the piece and in some others of safety, but really notes?! I am prohibited of the magnificent gift of the magic of beauty to wash over me through the art and be able to record it. with only one purpose: try my best to relieve it so that it keeps on informing my journey through this world.

What would a world without beauty and magic be? A body of dead beings gliding in a track band of production and consumption fulfilling perfectly their place within the wider industrial machine. - I apologize if this all sounds more rouge than what it attempts - It is a radical view, but it is true, as true as gravity, as true as we need oxygen flowing through our veins in order to remain alive. And I had just encountered the answer to this.

In his book "The man who mistook his wife for a hat" the neuroscientist Oliver Sacks tells the story of Jimmie, a sailor who under the sad influence of the Korsakov syndrome had lost to short-term amnesia all sense of self. Except of the moments when his soul gets illuminated, by not other than arts and religion: music, gardening, mass, painting, Jimmie lives lost in his last memory somewhere in 1945. But when he experienced these activities he was back into his own self, into the unraveling of beauty that not only happened before him, but to him, he WAS when beauty was happening.

And when we are able to take that beauty in and create more beauty we are, I firmly believe, BEING, becoming a little bit more ourselves. There is certainly no price or ownership over that.

There is this song by Spanish song writer Luis Fernando Aute called "La Belleza" (The Beauty) A song that speaks about how nowadays the quest for beauty has been overrode by greed, by the need for power, success and procession. One of my favorite lines "More than nauseating they make me sad, they haven't even stroke for a second…The Beauty".

What else if not this is what Jonathan Lethem writes about in the Ecstasy of Influence. "After the wall has fallen we are no longer so equal" sings Aute, after we have rid ourselves of the fear of a common society (or communism) turns out we don't seem to be eligible to shine under the same light in the same way, we don't seem to be all eligible to be graced with the magic of inspiration.

Having read this article and heard Kirby Fergusons TED talk right after I experienced Janet Cardiff's beautiful interactive audio walk I can't help but imagine a world where beauty is definitely and irremediable erased by commodification. Downloading Cardiff's talk would've cost me a couple of bucks, having to enter Central Park another couple of bucks, and crossing every landmark a couple of more bucks. Hard but doable, I'm living off a scholarship that is meant to sponsor all of my research activities, but how about everyone else?

There are museums that don't allow people to take notes. Pictures, I understand, it is a matter of conservation of the piece and in some others of safety, but really notes?! I am prohibited of the magnificent gift of the magic of beauty to wash over me through the art and be able to record it. with only one purpose: try my best to relieve it so that it keeps on informing my journey through this world.

What would a world without beauty and magic be? A body of dead beings gliding in a track band of production and consumption fulfilling perfectly their place within the wider industrial machine. - I apologize if this all sounds more rouge than what it attempts - It is a radical view, but it is true, as true as gravity, as true as we need oxygen flowing through our veins in order to remain alive. And I had just encountered the answer to this.

In his book "The man who mistook his wife for a hat" the neuroscientist Oliver Sacks tells the story of Jimmie, a sailor who under the sad influence of the Korsakov syndrome had lost to short-term amnesia all sense of self. Except of the moments when his soul gets illuminated, by not other than arts and religion: music, gardening, mass, painting, Jimmie lives lost in his last memory somewhere in 1945. But when he experienced these activities he was back into his own self, into the unraveling of beauty that not only happened before him, but to him, he WAS when beauty was happening.

And when we are able to take that beauty in and create more beauty we are, I firmly believe, BEING, becoming a little bit more ourselves. There is certainly no price or ownership over that.