The True Beauty Of All Things

The true beauty of all things are in their true appearance and true nature.

~ R.M. Engelhardt

 

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I AM

“I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.”
~ Emil Cioran

 

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Alis volat propriis

“Alis volat propriis” ~

Latin for “she flies with her own wings.” For the smart, strong, independent woman who, by virtue of her hard work and determination, has made a place for herself in this world.

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Love In The MidWest

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In this dream.

 

You are a painting by Thomas Hart Benton with luxurious black hair and beautiful pale white skin

Asleep.

An old hillbilly a mid-west aging Pluto attempts to touch you, looks at you from around the corner in awe and sublime wonder and its obvious and plain to see that he is complete and completely in love with you as you lie in a Cinderella-like ecstasy naked in the middle of a rural Kansas field. Persephone he is softly saying, Persephone. But you cannot hear him speak and he cannot bear to take you into the underground of his place, and his hell. In the background there is a wheat thresher and FDR’s America, there is a wide open blue & empty sky full of white clouds and depression era beliefs, and you are Beautiful he murmurs Beautiful because Cupid has overtaken him and you have overtaken all his senses and he cannot ever leave.

So in this dream. …. you are a painting

In this dream you are the spring and the awakening of all ancient wonders and all ancient things, hidden away among the fears and jealousies of all men who cannot see

The very things that makes you beautiful

“You”

 

 


~ R. M. Engelhardt

“What was your phrase? ‘God’s gone, meaning too, yet aesthetic fraudulence still has the power to shame …’ Aesthetic fraudulence, notice. Telling the truth is a beautiful act even if the truth itself is ugly—and my dear man, you can’t stop caring about beauty. That is your real predicament, your real curse.”

~ Glen DuncanBeauty