Asceticism
One must always be suspicious of ascetics who have never tried to be aesthetes.
posted by Jackie | 4:19 AM
What if the worlde were mayde of thicke starres?
Hello and welcome to my online journal. I've been sent here by a daimon to write what thoughts I might be having at any particular moment of the day, though I evade the task when I can.
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- Name: Jackie
- Location: Berkeley, California, United States
A 22-year old girl full of fancy, admiring people and things with a passion hidden behind glass.
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2 Comments:
"I am a reformed aesthete, biding my hours immersed in the Western Canon while listening to the curious din aroused by the swell of my species."
Detachment from the world?
You puzzle me :) in a curious way.
I think it does give off a sense of detachment, but I meant to imply that "listening" also involves, well, being involved in the affairs of humanity and purveying all their different shades of being. Also a reference to the lines in Wordsworth's "Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey":
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue.
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