I was wildly wondering about the cognitive depth of beauty. Does it happen as a genetic continuity, is beauty a savior? A savior of a concept that can liberate love from killing? With the mind firmly entrenched, it is even preposterous to bring in ‘the animal’ anywhere near! It is only the net result of our achievement (contributions that warm the globe) that is making me think extensively of intelligence in a ‘General’ way, as a quality of life. Not as a propensity for making. Birds make nests. They don’t make music videos and trip on weekends, fixing rock shows to party up! The reason why mind is such a mystery! After so many spiritual trips my dad can’t stop morning-clamor and his ‘instinct’ for yelling. Is that his method of dealing with old age? And extensive reliance on ‘the beautiful’. That fat kitten ruined by my dad who buys cat feed for 4thousand bucks a month is a beauty. Or I find her beautiful. The beautiful is very useful to showcase the fateful, obnoxious proposals that have been gaining conniving nods from our race. No, it is the work of the mafia; this entire hullabaloo on global warming; you can argue! But won’t the smoke of petrol from dead engines that are ghost riding on Indian roads make you wonder? Can I ‘beautifully’ ‘illustrate’ it by making a petrol gun throne? For such an ‘unselfish’ ‘unsalable’ art should I not be living in a state of exceptional-beauty? Irony is the word. Sadanand called me to describe my wall art with these words. Ironical, he said. He was happy. Even this which I am doing is genetic; my dad never wrote anything fictitious; from life ‘only’! That beautiful girl will be making babies in a short while. Her sibling got stolen or robbed by cat-hunters. She ran away for a while and returned beautiful! That stud named ‘double’ by my dad is a good friend of all cats at home. He never snarls at any cat. She came back with him and jumps and hugs him every now and then, making us wonder at her behavior! I felt sad. At the program of she having to give birth. Sad, yes really sad, that this sad me, understands ‘life’ this way! Her pain, trauma and all that she has to do single handedly to make her kids self-sufficient in the future, is my cognitive comprehension. That she is unaware of that is the irony of “the beautiful”… The beautiful has reached zones of cognition. Over millennia. Any original feminist can totally disown the beautiful as a messy trap. It resides with the politics of utility. But silence also is a choice…an intelligent choice to stall utility and its politics at an arm’s distance. In consumerists’ times conman-ism is a two way enterprise like the purpose of this article. To flirt as well as to get into deeper recesses of cognition. The beautiful is a difficult, trouble ensuing track; definitely not a path for a level headed feel good attitude. I am not bringing in happiness here and one’s ways of constructing it since, a chosen feel good state of existence also chooses humour to go with it. But the beautiful comes from great clarity hence my proposal to take it closer to cognition. If choiceless freedom, I mean the intrinsic type, can remain the hosepipe of deep knowledge I also propose the free flow of it from deeper recesses of cognition. It acquires ease which explains why there isn’t just one emancipated person sitting there but a whole bunch of them encircling at great heights like eagles watching the earth/mind! Flirting does not require the powerless quality of freedom but the power of information, to sell prettiness. Putting prettiness where beauty used to reside is allocating manageability to a situation. The state of Beauty is as unmanageable as freedom. Is has a messiah like absoluteness and the power of a river for change. The power that I am talking about is not the entity’s power but you or me going weak in our knees on understanding its lack of parallels. This “encounter” is the trigger of male art; I don’t know of the feminine…! [one needs to demystify many nebulous words which accord automatic authority to the user.!!!!!!!!! Like instinct, intuition, cognition etc. {in this case cognition}…it is more like poster boys of yesteryears applying paste on a set of posters and having to peel just one, to stick on the wall. It is nothing but a memory crosscheck, lest repetition happens. Not just one; but a pack of them, like wolves; cognitives I mean] ‘The Beautiful’ is everybody’s concept. In a journey of the conceptual, there is no popular and the serious. We need to shove the edges of concepts to inflate its scope. Mother earth? A moment when a concept can become a metaphor. We have only shoved the edges of art and expanded its scope through this thing; the conceptual. Conceptual writing: Which rupture ruptured what? When ruptures were required where it never had been ruptured before for tensions automatically entail ruptures. Though most aren’t ruptures, intended? Speechifying; my thesaurus calls rhetoric. Onomatopoeia that; not rhetoric. When the buzz is there it’s fun to be there. Conceptual being the latest buzz! But making fun of serious focus which fervently ‘hopes’ to mark and solve a problem isn’t a good thing. As Praveen calls it: statusquo-ist/ism… can beautify the story: Difficult things can happen from sentiment. Sometimes the irony of inevitability will surface and square you down to a checkmate. Realization as an inevitability can render an element of mercilessness! One crumb-of-a-dreg put that orphaned kitten into our compound; his logic: ‘there are so many cats at your home’. That kid is a bloody survivor. She(while writing it I put it as ‘he’ though I checked; it’s a she! Unconsciously conditioned to describe action as a masculine thing?) quickly climbs and sits on your head&shoulders. Krishnapriya saved a kitten and brought it home. s/he too is a survivor. It had mastered that house; 2 floors of space and is really friendly climbing on your dining table, establishing all terms of endearment. I thought that it is a super intelligent cat. No! It’s a surviving life! After 15years I understand vaasanthi sankaranarayanan calling survivors, good people. Survival as a good thing as opposed to dying? I disagreed then; it got resolved by this cat. This one is super small and it still hasn’t gotten over lactation yelling. I fed it and closed the door. It was yelling for mom’s warmth. I don’t have the time for it; though right now, I am not diligently building my edifice. But no, no time…! Realization as an inevitability and its element of mercilessness surfaced! From my shutting up? I understood the mother. When mom who isn’t happy with all these cats at home was feeding milk to this little one yesterday I thought of the mother-conditioning of my mother. But now, me closing the door on its need for body warmth told me what mother is! If I had given birth would I have rejected its need? Doesn’t it come as a program! Rudimentary understanding my dear Watson! Pasu said, “that baby elephant just 25days old was abandoned by its mother, it had injured its leg. I couldn’t come away, watching its helplessness. The forest guide told me, nothing could be done! Well, I just let it die and left the place with a heavy heart”
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 23:20:04 +0000
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