Last time we discussed a bit about beauty, and I was trying to give some original definitions, as original as I could, for this concept. Let's discuss now, in a couple of lines, about the lack of beauty. This is not really some concept I find extremely pleasant to my senses or my approach, but at least this way it becomes some sort of a challenge to me. Like I previously stated, I am usually the type of person who believes that things are either beautiful or not and that there are no in-betweens in this field. My eye is almighty - if it sees beauty or ugliness somewhere, then it is right. The body, the mind, the soul, the phenomena - anything can lack beauty.
To make a long story short, ugliness might be...
...the evil stepmother from the stories who wants to destroy her successful stepdaugher, or the evil stepsister who as well wants to get the best in life and the best guy too. Both of them, stepmother and stepsister get their ass kicked in the end. Notice they cannot even be mother/halfsister to beauty, there is always a matter of absent blood relations.
...the extravagance of those who find beauty overrated. They get to be ugly-mannered, ugly clothed, ugly-spirited so that they can feel different albeit negatively extravagant.
...the only faithful friend who still stands by somebody after the dog dies. Or after the husband/wife runs aways with somebody else.
...a punishment for the sins commited in a past life, as some religions believed.
...the Phoenix bird of visual concepts. No matter how hard you want to make it disappear, it still finds a way to rise from the ashes.
...the end one wants to avoid, or the end one wants to change, the lack of any solutions or options. full stops, small doors and closed windows, ragged carpets full of moths, yellow wedding dresses from some sad past, rotten cakes and a lost shoe that will never rejoin its partner.
...stormy feelings that ravage one's inside and breaks the equilibrium like a dry wishbone.
...'nature’s way of keeping species from interbreeding'. At lest this is what I have read in a biology related article.
...the lack on inspiration, that feeling when the glue is dry and you cannot stick your ideas in the best way possible and they look like cheap shoes about to fall apart.
...poetry with no rime, as odd as it may sound. Poetry with no honey in it to make it slide easily into the bowl of sweetness.
...unrequited love that burns down the fireplace of the soul.
...distance. space. empty boxes in one's heart, empty chambers, dusty veins, rusty blood, cracked mirrors of self-confidence, chipped glasses of hope, infected wounds kept tight in iron claws, shaky ground after a perfect moment of fulfilment
I found a quite interesting quote of George Orwell's and I want to use it instead of a conclusion. It goes like this: 'Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child's eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below'.
To make a long story short, ugliness might be...
...the evil stepmother from the stories who wants to destroy her successful stepdaugher, or the evil stepsister who as well wants to get the best in life and the best guy too. Both of them, stepmother and stepsister get their ass kicked in the end. Notice they cannot even be mother/halfsister to beauty, there is always a matter of absent blood relations.
...the extravagance of those who find beauty overrated. They get to be ugly-mannered, ugly clothed, ugly-spirited so that they can feel different albeit negatively extravagant.
...the only faithful friend who still stands by somebody after the dog dies. Or after the husband/wife runs aways with somebody else.
...a punishment for the sins commited in a past life, as some religions believed.
...the Phoenix bird of visual concepts. No matter how hard you want to make it disappear, it still finds a way to rise from the ashes.
...the end one wants to avoid, or the end one wants to change, the lack of any solutions or options. full stops, small doors and closed windows, ragged carpets full of moths, yellow wedding dresses from some sad past, rotten cakes and a lost shoe that will never rejoin its partner.
...stormy feelings that ravage one's inside and breaks the equilibrium like a dry wishbone.
...'nature’s way of keeping species from interbreeding'. At lest this is what I have read in a biology related article.
...the lack on inspiration, that feeling when the glue is dry and you cannot stick your ideas in the best way possible and they look like cheap shoes about to fall apart.
...poetry with no rime, as odd as it may sound. Poetry with no honey in it to make it slide easily into the bowl of sweetness.
...unrequited love that burns down the fireplace of the soul.
...distance. space. empty boxes in one's heart, empty chambers, dusty veins, rusty blood, cracked mirrors of self-confidence, chipped glasses of hope, infected wounds kept tight in iron claws, shaky ground after a perfect moment of fulfilment
I found a quite interesting quote of George Orwell's and I want to use it instead of a conclusion. It goes like this: 'Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child's eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below'.
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