Beautiflict
This morning, I heard that beauty was conflict. Afterwards, I saw her, with all of her incongruous discrepant juxtaposition, in a white satin curtain. It was hanging from a hundred foot ceiling, surrounded by garish lights but somehow untouched by them. Just fluttering there, tossing itself with currents of air I could not feel. Later I saw her again, in all of her inharmonious apposition, cloaking a conversation. She tinged it with trepadation - rouging an insipid topic. Thank you beauty, for that today. However, I have also been told that beauty is truth (truth, beauty). This definition wholly contradicts the previous. Perhaps, though, this is the inherent beauty of beauty: there is beauty in the dichotymous nature of a word that means conflict. There is incongruity in incongruity. In other words, there is beauty in beauty?
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This post just possibly changed the course of the last few days of our class. I'll talk to the class on Tuesday to get the lay of the land and see how people would react to having to read Friedrich Nieztsche.
Here's a taste: http://www.geocities.com/thenietzschechannel/tls.htm
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