155. Red and Green (Aesthetics Conclusions)

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We have seen over the past few weeks how beauty catches us unawares, how it is not always formulaic, but often inexplicably pleasing. The placement of a twig, the angle of a wing, the colour of a vase, the texture of fruit, there are unending variables in the science of aesthetics. The researchers tell us that the juxtaposition of red and green is particularly pleasing to the human mind, and we are coming on to look at colours as our next theme. A lot of products take advantage of such pleasure psychology, as does all the photo manipulation that goes on in advertising. But the truth is that there are very few things that we cannot, with some altering of perspective and a little metanoia, shifting of thought, find pleasing to the eye. Even the conventionally “ugly” person may have a smile that lights up the world, and just as we have to relearn our own loveliness, maybe we also need to reteach ourselves the loveliness of others.


text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017 Poem below, which I absolutely love © Galway Kinnell from his website http://galwaykinnell.com/books/poetry/body-rags/poem-1/


 


Saint Francis and the Sow by Galway Kinnell


 


The bud


stands for all things,


even those things that don’t flower,


for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;


though sometimes it is necessary


to reteach a thing its loveliness,


to put a hand on its brow


of the flower


and retell it in words and in touch


it is lovely


until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;


as St. Francis


put his hand on the creased forehead


of the sow, and told her in words and in touch


blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow


began remembering all down her thick length,


from the earthen snout all the way


through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of


the tail,


from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine


down through the great broken heart


to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering


from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking


and blowing beneath them:


the long, perfect loveliness of sow.


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