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
“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”
Lament for the Rohirrim
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
Ferreya
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
Search American Digest’s Back Pages
from Canto CXV BY EZRA POUND
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
“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’.”
Hillegas
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
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Gerard Van der Leun
The scientists are in terror
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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