On Beauty and Despair
Is beauty itself a victim of desperate times? Should it be? Does it need to be?
Outrage seems like a holocaust: dismembering, pulverizing and scorching everything within reach, perverting beauty to its cause and turning it into something best experienced in Mordor’s fetid fields. But does it have to be that way. Isn’t that handing evil an ill earned victory?
Everything I’ve sought to write today, regardless of the words I select, seems to turn out that way; but am I then handing victory to those I so oppose?
I guess it comes down to the nature of opposition, active through countering fire with fire, ugliness with ugliness, despair with despair; or, passive, focusing on the day to day beauty that so abounds even in the worst of times and having faith that somehow, in the end, truth and beauty, true beauty, not the manufactured and distortive kind, will always win.
I guess in the end, “in the end” just seems so far away.
 © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2012; all rights reserved