Qualia inevitably suggests an ideal which draws us onward. We either move toward it or fall off away from it, creating an aesthetic. But here is the rub: we can start as if we were already there, at the ideal, and we triangulate backwards from it. Beginning from the endContinue Reading
When we think of an ideal, we think of it as a performative peak toward which we strive – a movement either toward growth, which is beautiful, or a falling away toward decline, which is sublime. The ideal, in that triangulation from the beautiful and the sublime, is something weContinue Reading
Would we but permit ourselves to look into our own souls we should immediately there discover that under the sun there neither exists nor can exist any work more thoroughly dignified, more supremely noble, than this very poem, this poem per se, this poem which is a poem and nothingContinue Reading