Bellowed low the drawing call; in me rang
a booming bell, shaking, twisting, each clang
cried forth a rumbling force I knew not well.
Oh, but I chorused each sweet note it sang!
—myself, tonight
Bellowed low the drawing call; in me rang
a booming bell, shaking, twisting, each clang
cried forth a rumbling force I knew not well.
Oh, but I chorused each sweet note it sang!
—myself, tonight
this is a snippet!
The question of human beauty is a really sticky problem in aesthetics. Any way of defining human beauty as being a set of physical features tends to leave out someone, and it’s rife with self-contradictions. My favorite is the “beauty personality” paradox: You meet someone who is beautiful by conventional standards, and you can see them as such. However, their personality and individuality is such that, as you get to know them, they appear less and less unique or “sparkling,” and more ordinary or even downright ugly. Their physical appearance hasn’t changed, so why do they now appear less “beautiful?”
The second example in this set is the conventionally non-beautiful person. Perhaps they’re “too” fat, or “too” tall, or “too” short, or have certain very pronounced features or “too” much of this or that, etc. You can see that they are not conventionally “beautiful.” However, their personality and individuality is such that, as you get to know them, they start to “sparkle.” Soon you love those differences that make them conventionally non-beautiful, and you see them as beautiful. Their appearance hasn’t changed. But now they appear to be more “beautiful.”
I cannot sleep. I am too excited. I have music running through my mind.
I recently completed the first of a set of songs that will make — a minor operetta? An album? Both? At any rate, a set of themed songs, each running into the next.
The first song is not titled, but the lyrics have been written. Here is how the song begins:
SOPRANO
You walk beside me
up the narrow trail
I cannot help but
fall behind
You blaze the path
I can’t but follow
A maze, this math
its logic has yet to show
The Nature, green
in verdant thrive,
along this trail
which trips and winds
We gaze out to
the town beneath us
This precipice
we cling and bind to
After this song ends night has fallen, and with it dark dreams of times past. In order for morning to break, our soprano needs to relive her dark past, let it ravage her, and yet still survive. The only way to forge on is to look back, so to speak. Then morning breaks, and she is in a new world.
I can hardly wait to write the music. The third section (morning, rebirth) is already being written, and the second section (night, trial) began to write itself in my head as I was trying to fall asleep…hence why I’m up now (I’m usually much more of an early bird). Interesting so far. Intense. Chaotic at times. Layered voices, harmonizing much of the time with strategically placed dischord here and there. Intrusive memories of a horrific ordeal.
Then morning — ah, the music for the morning is exciting. Simple. Clean. Joyful. I’m happy with it so far, though the lyrics need tweaking, and it is a very challenging song to sing. I think the range is something like a low G to a high A sharp at least, if not B or C (that’s over three octaves). The first section, the song already written, is over three octaves, but it doesn’t jump around as much.
Stay tuned. More later (of course).
This morning I began to read Kenneth Arrow’s “The Limits of Organization.”
So far he is still wending his way (expertly, to my eyes) through the arguments for and against the dominant kinds of socioeconomic structures (the market and its price system, the government and its coercive dis/incentives).
I’ll have more to say later, surely.
I also received the “Statistical Inference” book in the mail (sorry, don’t have it on me currently so can’t cite the author) and I’m looking forward to beginning to study that. I will hold off until the studio downstairs is in some kind of order, so perhaps in a few weeks. It starts off with things I have studied in depth (simple set theory), and goes from there. I recognize much in the text, but have only seen probability in the context of physics before, so it will be very interesting to see how to apply it to other things.
It’s also nice to get a real general sense of the concepts and mechanics of a subject as a subject.
When I was 13 I began writing music. My dad had a Roland-35 keyboard hooked up to our IBM running Windows 3.1, with the Cakewalk music-writing software installed.
I loved writing music with Cakewalk. I knew how to read music already (I was lucky to go to a small public elementary school where learning how to read music was required), played the flute, and sang. So I began teaching myself how to play the piano so that I could “figure out” the chords and melodies to insert in the Cakewalk staves.
By 15 I had one half-written opera/musical and a few standalone songs. By 17 I had abandoned writing music altogether. When I was in my early twenties I picked at it a bit more, but by then my path had diverged so widely from the arts it seemed unsustainable, and my efforts never yielded much fruit.
However, I have always composed in my head. More generally, I always have some kind of music running through my mind — when it isn’t music written by others, it’s some unwritten song of my own, usually bursting with lovely melodies and symphonic crescendos. A few of them have made more than one appearance in my mental playlist, and therefore are begging to be written down, to be fleshed out with a Cakewalk-like music software.
In fact, this weekend I was so musically inspired that I rewrote in “stage direction” format a song that I tentatively laid down a few years ago. It is more amazing than I could have hoped, and I’m itching to begin doing justice to the melodies, harmonies, and phrasings in my head. There is another song, the melody which I wrote when I was fifteen, that has reappeared and rewritten itself in my mind, finally realizing its full potential.
My songwriting software will be arriving soon, and the polymathic studio project should yield a mini recording studio in perhaps a month from now. I’m very excited, and will keep this blog posted on my reemergence into the world of music composition.
I’m currently reading Plato’s “Symposium.” It is giving me many things to think about. It’s also inspiring me much more than I expected, but more on that later.
I will quote a particular phrase for you — one which made my breath come faster, my heart race, and my mind spark:
“…The truth of this matter is this: no god is a philosopher or seeker after wisdom, for he is wise already; nor does any man who is wise seek after wisdom. Neither do the ignorant seek after wisdom. For herein is the evil of ignorance that he who is neither good nor wise is nevertheless satisfied with himself; he has no desire for that which he feels no want.”
“But who then, Diotima,” I said, “are the lovers of wisdom, if they are neither the wise nor the foolish?”
“A child may answer that question” she replied; “they are those who are in a mean between the two; Love is one of them. For wisdom is a most beautiful thing, and Love is of the beautiful; and therefore Love is also a philosopher or lover of wisdom, and being a lover of wisdom is in a mean between the wise and the ignorant.”
I’ve been reading an article by Roger Scruton which has a few things to say about female beauty.
His argument is that female beauty is not just an accidental genetic trait which should be treated with the same importance as whether one’s father was a lord or peasant, but rather that it is a symbol, a “mark of the inherent meaning and purposefulness of human life.”
He draws on examples in history of how the symbolization of female beauty has apparently catalyzed great events — war, peace, the redemption of a male. Indeed, he is correct that female beauty has been symbolized for a long time. The oldest sculpture known to exist was a familiar Venus sculpture (Venus of Hohle Fels), which symbolized a woman (or a woman’s fertility).
But what of objective beauty, an objective, human ideal?
Though the symbolization of female beauty has a lasting history, the definition of what female beauty is does not. If, especially, one looks outside of Western art, there are an array of idealized body types, facial features, and skin tones to a wide array of female beauty ideals. So wide, in face, that the one thing they all seem to have in common is that the particular ideal in question is inherently tied to their historical and cultural context.
There are as many symbols of what the ideal female “should” look like as there are permutations of general colors, body shapes, and facial features.
Then there is the question of confusion between beauty and sexual attraction by the opposite sex. One could argue that the common theme in feminine beauty is the male gaze and its interest in sexual activity. Features on a woman that remind them of sex (in a cultural context) are considered beautiful by many men. However, is this a basis for a theory of objective feminine beauty? It seems doubtful, considering the opinion of the majority of the population (women and non-straight men) is ignored in this theory.
That’s not to say there isn’t anything objective to say about female beauty. Indeed, some theories are based on perceived health and fertility driving the female beauty trend. Quite understandable, though a bit primitive, and reducing what I consider a higher question into one about appetites and reproduction. It is certainly not lasting, since what to Westerners was considered healthy- and fertile-looking two hundred years ago has nearly flipped to its opposite today (with no rigorous medical evidence to explain the flip).
A more close-fitting curve to the history of what has been considered the feminine beauty ideal is status endowed by women who appear a certain way. That is, female beauty as a function of what status a particular-looking woman gives to a man at any given time in history. Objectified, but not objective. It explains why in time of scarcity, larger women were considered more beautiful, perceived as healthier, and so forth, and why in time of plenty smaller women are considered more beautiful, perceived as healthier, etc. In times of scarcity, it was much more difficult to be a larger woman. Like very thin idealized women today, you had to be born predisposed to that body in order to “have” it more than temporarily, or have access to wealth in order to push oneself away from a particular predisposed body type.
So what is objective female beauty? Scruton:
In the presence of beauty, therefore, we are inclined to adore, to worship, to sacrifice. For this reason beauty is a powerful stimulus to marriage, and beautiful women who marry do a lasting service to their sex. They cease to be competitors, and at the same time set an example. All women can take hope from them, knowing that, in the light that shines from a face that is both beautiful and devoted, they too may exhibit some reflected glow.
It would follow that the most coveted trait of womanhood is being considered beautiful, whatever that might mean in cultural context. So that she might serve as an example to less-beautiful women by taking herself off the market.
But what is beauty? Scruton has made no mention of specific features – not even the old classics tied to physical symmetry, particular proportions, or youth. He seems to hand over the responsibility for the creation of the moral value system of looks to which a good woman should adhere to different historical periods. And indeed, within that context, his following argument about how beauty is dangerous if in the “wrong” (otherwise immoral) hands, goes through — to a point. The point at which I’m stopped is that his definition of female beauty itself is inherently changeable, flowing through history. It would seem that the potential danger in misused female beauty has a natural enemy: time. Or, that is, changing cultural perceptions. Or, if you want to get more individual about it, changing personal perceptions of what it means to be beautiful.
Ah, so we’re getting somewhere interesting. Scruton himself, says:
And by behaving in this way [whoring] she would also degrade the idea of beauty: No woman could easily be set on a pedestal in a world where the fiscal benefits of beauty are fully exploited. And it would be a world full of anger, a world as threatened as Troy was threatened, once Helen was brought within its walls.
So a beautiful woman can degrade the idea of beauty by behavior? Is not, then, beauty at least in equal part behavior as it is satisfying arbitrary conventional standards of appearance?
Scruton then goes on to describe a medieval way of imprisoning beautiful women’s bodies so that they do not wreck havoc, etc, that I’ll leave it up to you to read if you wish. My appraisal is that it’s the same misogynist fear of strong (which has been interpreted as beautiful in some places) women which has been the direct cause of our worth as humans being reduced to who our parents were (ah, modern males would recoil in horror at the idea of genetic royalty affecting their status, to women it is our adopted lot!).
So, in my estimation, Scruton did not make any solid claims about what female beauty actually is, and especially, human beauty. Any solid claims made were about how history has symbolized female beauty and placed importance on who a woman’s parents were (who are the true root of her appearance) above who the woman is, herself. Indeed, a woman’s “self” — apart from meeting the approval of the male gaze, or winning the right husband, or having the right parents — seems to be sorely lacking from his argument about female beauty.
But it is self, I claim, which endows a woman with her greatest beauty. I shall have more to say about this later.
It’s a beginning of another exciting week. I have a lot of interesting projects on my plate and can’t wait to dig in! Hopefully I will have the time to get to each as deeply as I’d like.
The studio is coming along well. I would like for it to be in rough completed shape in a few weekends, since the music in my head is increasing in volume (that is, amount) and I know there are at least one or two good songs waiting to be written down. I’ll purchase Finale Printmaker for my recording area, and an additional monitor so I can have a couple of windows up at once. The extra monitor will also be useful for art projects later.
This morning I wrote an interesting, half-finished poem. It is called “The Journey of the Philosopher King” (working title). I’m not sure if I’m frustrated with it, pleased, or both. Probably both.
Here’s how it begins:
No wonder of it: philosopher kings
breed rarely, emerging from ooze primordial,
shocking brilliant amongst more mundane things.
Hmmph. We’ll see.
Here is a collection of tile I will use to tile the area surrounding the windows of my downstairs DaVinci-esque polymathic studio (ignore the particle board background):
Florence-inspired tile selection
This tile selection was inspired from a day spent in Florence, Italy.
The “Reading, Writing, Creating” series logs what I’m currently reading, writing, or creating. Please click on any of the three categories in order to view past research, reflections, and projects.
Reading:
The Philosopher’s Handbook edited by Stanley Rosen
Theory of Games and Economic Behavior by von Neumann and Morgenstern
social choice & individual values by Kenneth Arrow
Writing:
Shadows Cast by a Billion Suns, novel. 75% completed. Significant editing to be done. Working mostly in Chapters 11-14, some earlier chapter revision.
Some poetry. Recently wrote “A Brownian Love Song,” “The New Day.” The former was by far the better poem. The latter is really only half-finished, and likely needs significant revision.
“Topologies of Influence,” research on network topologies and socioeconomics. Being conducted in Mathematica. NKS-related project.