WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
The Replacement of Beauty
byVanderleunonMay 9, 2018
A demonstration of the general principle that whenever a building is torn down and a new building put up in its place, the new building is always worse than the building that was torn down.
Indeed. The same thing is happening on our public lands.
Freedom, ruggedness and self-reliance are being replaced with weakness, vulnerability and dependence on government.
ghostsniperMay 10, 2018, 8:23 AM
Heartbreaking innit?
Speaking of hearts, you know what’s at the heart of this stuff?
It’s really pretty simple, so simple in fact that I overlooked it for a long time.
See, I’ve been involved in some projects like this but most of the time I bail somewhere along the long way cause I just can’t tolerate the mendacity and the spending of stolen money tends to rub me the wrong way.
The bronze plaque.
Say what?
Yep, I’m pretty much convinced it’s the bronze plaque installed permanently in the lobby of these buildings that causes them to happen. It’s a way for the “important people of that time” to live in perpetuity. Their arrogance precludes them and jams itself right into your eyeballz.
Remember, they ain’t spending their money…..
They are spending your money and because of the way the things are financed, they are spending money well into the future, maybe into perpetuity itself.
….thus there is no compunction to spend money well.
Logic and sense of quality have left the building.
(Can anyone look at modern architecture and truthfully claim it is timeless?
Of course not.
Well then, what is it?
Why it must be like everything else now, disposable.)
The people in charge of these large scale processes, no matter how many “specialists/consultants” they hire because that bronze plaque is the golden ring. Everyone wants their name on it and nothing else matters.
And the breathtaking amount of ass kissing.
Did I mention that part?
You know whats worse than ass kissing and brown nosing?
The expectation of the same.
It’s a shocking thing to behold, even more so when the expector is a supposed prominent long term participant in the community. To see that look in her eyes is something you’ll never forget. Her brain is completely blinded by the gleam from her vision of that bronze plaque. And as James Hettfield says, “Nothing Else Matters”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAGnKpE4NCI
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
April is over. May moon.
How many more for my regard,
hundreds, a handful?
Better not trouble the dark water due north of north.
Better to concentrate on something close, something small.
This stick, for instance. This word.
–Charles Wright
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
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Gerard Van der Leun
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The shattered water made a misty din.
Gerard Van der Leun
April is over. May moon.
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Uglifying the present, and the near future.
Cheaper, though.
The video is a short excerpt from the one hour “Why Beauty Matters” by Roger Scruton. A fantastic video, worth every minute.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHw4MMEnmpc
Indeed. The same thing is happening on our public lands.
Freedom, ruggedness and self-reliance are being replaced with weakness, vulnerability and dependence on government.
Heartbreaking innit?
Speaking of hearts, you know what’s at the heart of this stuff?
It’s really pretty simple, so simple in fact that I overlooked it for a long time.
See, I’ve been involved in some projects like this but most of the time I bail somewhere along the long way cause I just can’t tolerate the mendacity and the spending of stolen money tends to rub me the wrong way.
The bronze plaque.
Say what?
Yep, I’m pretty much convinced it’s the bronze plaque installed permanently in the lobby of these buildings that causes them to happen. It’s a way for the “important people of that time” to live in perpetuity. Their arrogance precludes them and jams itself right into your eyeballz.
Remember, they ain’t spending their money…..
They are spending your money and because of the way the things are financed, they are spending money well into the future, maybe into perpetuity itself.
….thus there is no compunction to spend money well.
Logic and sense of quality have left the building.
(Can anyone look at modern architecture and truthfully claim it is timeless?
Of course not.
Well then, what is it?
Why it must be like everything else now, disposable.)
The people in charge of these large scale processes, no matter how many “specialists/consultants” they hire because that bronze plaque is the golden ring. Everyone wants their name on it and nothing else matters.
And the breathtaking amount of ass kissing.
Did I mention that part?
You know whats worse than ass kissing and brown nosing?
The expectation of the same.
It’s a shocking thing to behold, even more so when the expector is a supposed prominent long term participant in the community. To see that look in her eyes is something you’ll never forget. Her brain is completely blinded by the gleam from her vision of that bronze plaque. And as James Hettfield says, “Nothing Else Matters”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAGnKpE4NCI