Jan 30 - Feb 25
Lian Chang

Can we start here: beauty
makes desire. I want
to stand bare with you,
to bind, to release,
to face the day and darkness.
Beauty moves these things in us.
Remember these things, and us: they move.

If, then, these things fall still
and beauty moves beauty and desires beauty,
we lose these things, and us.
We lose these things, and sit
in a place unbound by dreams.

Now watch: the ash pile
growing higher, higher.
Watch and sit.
Weightless, it grows towards nothing
but maybe, once again, desire.

The last section reminds me a bit of phenomenology—or at least my very strange first lesson in phenomenology, where I asked a professor, "What is phenomenology?" and she answered, "It is when you are sitting in a cave, staring at the light coming from the mouth of it, and while you are doing so it is raining and you are transfixed on the rain. But as you are staring at rain just beyond the entrance of the cave, a spider is weaving a web across the entrance of the cave, and when your focus shifts you realize the web covers the entire entrance." (.......)


That's a beautiful image, Faye! If that were my first lesson in phenomenology I think I would be transfixed, but utterly confused. :) Is the shift in attention to notice the web what happens when we realize that our attitude towards the world (how we situate ourselves or what our 'intentional arcs' reach to grasp) utterly informs how the world presents itself to us?


I really don't know :)


Ah! Maybe beauty is most beautiful when we cannot explain it.

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