"Aesthetics—instruction filtered through Aquinas, then through James Joyce, then through Stephen Daedelus, then through this muddled and darkened modern mind" - just written this afternoon - this may be a little more difficult than my recent work 'cause I discuss a theory that I really don't understand 'cause it's incapable of being understood through words

Pamplona 
2 February 2018


Aesthetics—instruction filtered through Aquinas, then through James Joyce, then through Stephen Daedelus, then through this muddled and darkened modern mind


Awaiting instruction on receiving the input from
beautiful objects, from beautiful creatures, from Beauty
itself, because, no, I certainly do not, no one does,

recognize any beautiful object, and neither do
I see, neither do I feel any beautiful creature,
neither do I see Beauty itself from principles or

from consciousnesses buried beneath the wordy weight of
knowledge.  For a beautiful object and a beautiful
creature and Beauty itself radiates the consonance

and harmony of its beauty to the observer or
the poor pitiful creature (that would be me) who perceives
or better who receives, passively, within my open

mind and open heart and open eyes the radiance of
beautiful objects or of beautiful creatures or of
Beauty itself.  For all of these glow.  The glow emanates

from the beautiful object, from the beautiful creature,
or from Beauty itself.  From this trinity—light itself—
of harmony, consonance, radiance of beautiful

objects, beautiful creatures, and, of course, Beauty itself.
The holy three of harmony, consonance, radiance
silently instruct our wailing souls on receiving this

input and this input flows in as a holy glow.  This
holy glow lights the darkest part of our souls, the part that
hungers, thirsts, cries, and sometimes rages the most for Beauty.

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