Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Poems, Qoutes, Photographs, Analects, Aphorisms, Painting, Proverbs, Axioms, Sculpture

From Parabola:

Exploring Beauty




Tango7174, "Notre-Dame de Reims (South transept)," Champagne-Ardenne, France.

Photograph: Tango7174, "Notre-Dame de Reims (South transept)," Champagne-Ardenne, France.





We have been exploring and celebrating beauty in many ways over the last few months, through myth, traditions, and the arts. But the question still remains: What is beauty? Is there a true, unchanging, eternal beauty? What purpose does it serve? It is certainly wonderful and strange, complicated and ambiguous. But isn't the best way to discover beauty in our lives through the expression of it, and by sharing it with others?





Our Beauty issue is still available on newsstands until the end of the month or you can always order it online or subscribe here.





--Luke Storms









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ARCS

Man Ray "Masks," 1946.

Photograph: Man Ray "Masks," 1946.





‎"Being is desirable because it is identical with Beauty, and Beauty is loved because it is Being. We ourselves possess Beauty when we are true to our own being; ugliness is in going over to another order; knowing ourselves, we are beautiful; in self-ignorance, we are ugly."





—Plotinus (ca. AD 204/5–270)







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William-Adolphe Bouguereau, "The Birth of Venus," 1879

Painting: William-Adolphe Bouguereau, "The Birth of Venus," 1879





"Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world.

The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same.

Every wonderful sight will vanish; every sweet word will fade, But do not be disheartened, The source they come from is eternal, growing, Branching out, giving new life and new joy.

Why do you weep?

The source is within you

And this whole world is springing up from it."



— Jelaluddin Rumi







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Prince Eugen, Swedish, 1865-1947 "The Cloud," 1896. Oil on canvas, 119 x 109 cm.

Painting: Prince Eugen, Swedish, 1865-1947 "The Cloud," 1896. Oil on canvas, 119 x 109 cm.





The Poet with His Face in His Hands



You want to cry aloud for your

mistakes. But to tell the truth the world

doesn’t need anymore of that sound.



So if you’re going to do it and can’t

stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’t

hold it in, at least go by yourself across



the forty fields and the forty dark inclines

of rocks and water to the place where

the falls are flinging out their white sheets



like crazy, and there is a cave behind all that

jubilation and water fun and you can

stand there, under it, and roar all you



want and nothing will be disturbed; you can

drip with despair all afternoon and still,

on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched



by the passing foil of the water, the thrush,

puffing out its spotted breast, will sing

of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.



–Mary Oliver





Thank you to Slow Muse







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Emily Dickinson

Photograph: Public domain photograph of Emily Dickinson





I Died for Beauty



I died for beauty, but was scarce

Adjusted in the tomb,

When one who died for truth was lain

In an adjoining room.



He questioned softly why I failed?

“For beauty,” I replied.

“And I for truth,—the two are one;

We brethren are,” he said.



And so, as kinsmen met a night,

We talked between the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips,

And covered up our names.



Emily Dickinson, from Collected Poems









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