these are hard times.
dodgy net cafes dont let me post photos, and trust me, i have many.
rome envelops me again with its habitual chaos, and it feels like home, and there is openendedness and universality, and there is closure and
imprisonment
you know, that kind of imprisonment that is self inflicted because sometimes everyone is on a parallel universe or maybe you are?
i dont know. who reads this anyway?
i have just discovered that my life is completely
aestheticised
there are some of you out there that will understand this use of the word in this context, some that wont. i myself am struggling to put it into normal terms. in my head. but by aesthetic i dont meen surface (superficie, superficial).
anyway.
roman pensioners over 70 are very lady friendly.
oh i could go on about this
forever
and what is happening in the real world?
WHAT? QUE? QUOI? CHE?
5 comments:
Aestheticised. Transformed into an aesthetic phenomenon.
The tragic, romantic, inevitable response, to the possibilities of the human soul, and its conflict with being.
...for some, anyway.
Its extreme becomes romantic solipsism; the absurd state of individual subjectivity, most of all the emotions therein, forming the only foundations of reality.
But on the other hand, the aestheticisation of existence is simply the most profound celebration of the mere fact of consciousness. As such it constitutes perhaps the only response to our deeply seated sense of purposlessness.
and there we find hope; intertwined with his darker companion, self-loathing.
mmmh, interesting. i think i tend to oscillate between these two responses. when i was a tiny one i used to live in a world full of imaginary creatures. perhaps adult aestheticization is a more complex dedevelopment of this way of dealing (or not dedaling) with the world. the banale and the sublime. and the two realities become so intertwined as to be indistinguishable. like all things, there are deegrees of aestheticization, healthy or necessary, and unhealthy and finally solipsistic quantities of it. and anyway in the end it all spins back to the old dilemma of subjective experience.
which doesnt help.
by the way can you people sign at least with your initials next time so i can recognize you? if i know you that is?
ok yeah i have a feeling its you jimi but whos the other guy?
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