Mark, where do you think this idea of beauty comes from?

Often, finding beauty, is a matter of looking, perhaps looking
differently...

I spend quite a bit of time in an area already classified as "outstanding
natural beauty" and up for other similar categorisation; and I note 2 things
in particular

one - the people who live there don't seem to notice the beauty of it, not
in quite the same way as I... I had a character in a poem chat about this
once and "he" thought one becomes acclimatised  to it, comparing it to the
love of another which replaces the initial falling in love with them

two - that talking to others who are not living permanently in it, some seem
to be constructing their beauty of it in quite a different way to me - that
the aspects / things I find most exciting are not those which  others find
most exciting (I realise that switching from apprehension of beauty to
excitement is a little suspect)

*and I meet those who find it all dull, and who go looking for "attractions"

but if I read you correctly you are sensing a beauty which is not quite
located "here" - "in reality" as you say

Where does such an idea come from?

That's a plato to nato question, I know... So where do *you get it  from?

(Having saved and lost pigeons,I think the trick is to get them out of bed
and back to work asap) (and make sure it has enough water to wash or its
flight may be impaired)


L

----- Original Message -----
From: "mark dickinson" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: 27 May 2002 21:20
Subject: Poetry


'this stunning beauty that allows mere contemplation'

I like the ideal of contemplating this kind of beauty set against my
realisation of a lack of this in reality. I enjoyed the sounds that presided
in the 'HIGH LOVELY SMELL', a poem's sounds, which I lovingly rolled off my
tongue, aloud, in my living room, before my inner child was awoken and
joyously played with the 'nose' that 'picks up on a thing or too'; this had
me feeling for play. And then the frighteningly beautiful silence that I
found haunting me in 'curious omens'. I want to talk about 'Power and
Weakness' too. But perhaps my language is to weak and ineffectual to fully
respond.

A pigeon was shot outside my flat by a guy with an air-pistol in the room
opposite. Left it to die. I've got the pigeon, I think it'll live! It must
be confused. One of me shot the bird and the another wants to help it live.
Confused.

Love,
mark

I am learning from you all. Thank you!