Sunday, August 01, 2010

The suspicion of beauty

...clings to every fragile thing.

Perhaps it is the hysteresis of suffering, that makes us helpless in the face of helplessness. Or a proactive nostalgia for what must soon be ruined.

Perhaps it is a dangerous sense of our own presence, like the wonder of a child watching the cobweb billow with his every breath.

4 comments:

km said...

that makes us helpless in the face of helplessness

Say what?

Anonymous said...

And the hint of fragility to every beautiful thing?

twopegshigh said...

Perhaps it stems from our morbid satisfaction of finding justice when there is none. The suspicion is valid. Nice Post

VV said...

Nice...Perhaps its because fragility is the most distinctive property of beauty. For what is beauty but a tension between a thing and its, well, non existence ? A note and silence, a gesture and stillness....