Where did YOU hide beauty?
#20 I cannot find it
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I forget to ask myself that question every morning; it does cross my mind at night. A glimpse into what the present could be because it slipped through my hands too often. Am I forgetful, or not anchored enough in reality? I’m unsure, you see. Searching for beauty almost feels like a glitch in the matrix, a time and space where the pace is restless. Piercing.
WHERE DID YOU HIDE IT?
In people’s coats? At home? Where did you hide it? I cannot find it. Beauty is what I mean. Disguised in darkness, you’re saying? Oh. How unexpected.
Its essence disappeared then, vanished. How do I learn and thrive from here? Undisputedly, I’m uneasy. Time flies, the hours are running, and I sit here looking at my screen, eagerly staring outside my window, craving for you, Beauty. I look up on the streets, I log off at home. In nature, I breathe. But you’re nowhere to be seen.
They say it comes from within but I wish to be surprised by the Unseen. THEY SAY IT COMES FROM WITHIN BUT I WISH TO BE SURPRISED BY THE UNSEEN.
Can you teach me? Please, teach me how to open my eyes without a blink, like the child I used to be, in awe of all that surrounded her and me. This world bores me. This world and its politics. Its people bitter at 56 — yes, already. Its youth is too rigid and eager to succeed, not to live. Its wars, these physical and ideological insanities. Yes, this world bores me. Its art and gendered agendas. Walls don’t speak the language of beauty: they scream self-obsession and “trauma is key.”
We apply beauty, to faces and bodies. Precisely taught strategies, force-fed down our throats and overly used to control narratives. We stole from beauty the act of surprising. Now caged in between four walls, it was muted a long time ago and stopped from self-expression. Where do you find beauty? Where do you hide it? Why not share it…
Je vais aller me coucher. Je pense que oui. Autant l’imaginer, cette Beauté ; au moins ça créera un sentiment d’accomplissement. Une brève réussite. À force de lui courir après, on en oublie presque sa finalité : aveugler pour ensuite discerner. Pas le vrai du faux ni l’assez du trop, mais pour mieux regarder. Qui sait, même contempler. C’est pas collé à l’écran avec les oreilles bourrées de sonorité, musicale comme parlée, que le cerveau va se développer et le coeur se régénérer. Où trouves-tu cette beauté ? Où l'as-tu cachée ? Et pourquoi ne pas la partager…
Time to retreat. I think so. It's best to let imagination curate Beauty; at least I’ll get a sense of accomplishment from it — a brief attempt to success. By obsessing over it, we forget his purpose and origins: to blind, then help discern. Not the true from the false nor the sufficient from the overload, but to look better. Who knows, even contemplate. It is not stuck to the screen with ears full of sound, musical as spoken, that the brain will develop and the heart regenerate.
controlling the narrative.
pretence of the mystic.
light against shadow.
soothing the ego.
Bring back beauty with a capital B. +
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