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What do you find beautiful?

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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 3,768 ✭✭✭almostnever


    I Am Vertical
    By Sylvia Plath

    But I would rather be horizontal.
    I am not a tree with my root in the soil
    Sucking up minerals and motherly love
    So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
    Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
    Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
    Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
    Compared with me, a tree is immortal
    And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
    And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

    Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
    The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
    I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
    Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
    I must most perfectly resemble them --
    Thoughts gone dim.
    It is more natural to me, lying down.
    Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
    And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
    Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.


    Infinite <3


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 6,164 ✭✭✭Konata


    Stephen's Green in the sun...

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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 856 ✭✭✭Carl Sagan


    A Neurotic wrote: »

    Definitely. Love the man.



    This song.

    And the sky. A clear night sky is absolutely beautiful.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 2,552 ✭✭✭Bobalicious93


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    Nothing more beautiful than spur of the moment love between two men....

    To be fair, I probably would've kissed him aswell..


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1 stillwondering


    Love this, saw this on tv3 when a teenager, shaped my music appreciation; beautiful.

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    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzSIRKjW0_o&feature=related


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,426 ✭✭✭Arcade Panda


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    This photo by Liam Murphy. I just think it's really beautiful!


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,965 ✭✭✭SarahBeep!


    The look of love in the eyes of someone I love with every part of me <3


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 6,164 ✭✭✭Konata


    Sylvia Plath - Elm <3

    I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
    It is what you fear.
    I do not fear it: I have been there.

    Is it the sea you hear in me,
    Its dissatisfactions?
    Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

    Love is a shadow.
    How you lie and cry after it.
    Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

    All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously,
    Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,
    Echoing, echoing.

    Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?
    This is rain now, the big hush.
    And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.

    I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
    Scorched to the root
    My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires.

    Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
    A wind of such violence
    Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.

    The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me
    Cruelly, being barren.
    Her radience scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

    I let her go. I let her go
    Diminshed and flat, as after radical surgery.
    How your bad dreams possess and endow me.

    I am inhabited by a cry.
    Nightly it flaps out
    Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

    I am terrified by this dark thing
    That sleeps in me;
    All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

    Clouds pass and disperse.
    Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrevables?
    Is it for such I agitate my heart?

    I am incapable of more knowledge.
    What is this, this face
    So murderous in its strangle of branches?--

    Its snaky acids kiss.
    It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
    That kill, that kill, that kill.


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,104 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    poems yay! I prefer dickenson over plath though! :)


    and my fav:

    'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
    Knocking on the moonlit door;
    And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
    Of the forest's ferny floor:
    And a bird flew up out of the turret,
    Above the Traveller's head
    And he smote upon the door again a second time;
    'Is there anybody there?' he said.
    But no one descended to the Traveller;
    No head from the leaf-fringed sill
    Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
    Where he stood perplexed and still.
    But only a host of phantom listeners
    That dwelt in the lone house then
    Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
    To that voice from the world of men:
    Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
    That goes down to the empty hall,
    Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
    By the lonely Traveller's call.
    And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
    Their stillness answering his cry,
    While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
    'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
    For he suddenly smote on the door, even
    Louder, and lifted his head:-
    'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
    That I kept my word,' he said.
    Never the least stir made the listeners,
    Though every word he spake
    Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
    From the one man left awake:
    Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
    And the sound of iron on stone,
    And how the silence surged softly backward,
    When the plunging hoofs were gone.
    -- Walter de la Mare


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 13,713 ✭✭✭✭Novella


    I love Plath <3

    "On this bald hill the new year hones its edge
    Faceless and pale as china
    The round sky goes on minding its business
    Your absence is inconspicuous
    Nobody can tell what I lack."

    Parliament Hill Fields, one of my favourite poems ever.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,882 ✭✭✭phlegms


    I have a bit of a thing for historical paintings, they really get me going.
    Heres a taste of my favourites, sorry the are such a small size, didn't want to post them in their full sized glory or boards would prolly explode..

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    Heres a link to my favourite one as it really needs to be seen in its fully glory.


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,104 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    Oh love the third one


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,882 ✭✭✭phlegms


    Oh love the third one

    Its a painting by a Russian fella of Ivan Iv (Ivan the Terrible) of Russia cradling his dead son's body. Basically, his son got into an argument with his dad Ivan IV after Ivan beat his son's wife for wearing immoral clothing. The son's wife was preggers at the time and had a miscarriage as a result of the beating. During an argument between the two over this Ivan hit his son in the head with a staff and accidentally killed him. So in short, Ivan IV; Bit of a cnut.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 682 ✭✭✭illiop


    phlegms wrote: »
    I have a bit of a thing for historical paintings, they really get me going.
    Heres a taste of my favourites, sorry the are such a small size, didn't want to post them in their full sized glory or boards would prolly explode..

    <PICTURE>
    What's the story behind the third one? Those eyes are fantastic!
    EDIT: Never mind then! :)

    MY favourite painting is "Flaming June" by Lord Frederic Leighton. I saw it last year in the Prado in Madrid, it's much more spectacular in real life
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    and while I'm at it, one of the most beautiful poems I know (my knowledge of poetry is limited to my LC course and 16th cent spanish poetry, which sucks):
    Derek Mahon
    Antarctica
    ‘I am just going outside and may be some time.’
    The others nod, pretending not to know.
    At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.

    He leaves them reading and begins to climb,
    Goading his ghost into the howling snow;
    He is just going outside and may be some time.

    The tent recedes beneath its crust of rime
    And frostbite is replaced by vertigo:
    At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.

    Need we consider it some sort of crime,
    This numb self-sacrifice of the weakest? No,
    He is just going outside and may be some time

    In fact, for ever. Solitary enzyme,
    Though the night yield no glimmer there will glow,
    At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.

    it's about Capt. Lawrence Oates and the Terra Nova expedition.


  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Social & Fun Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,104 Mod ✭✭✭✭Tar.Aldarion


    He explained!

    Also, I adore that poem <3


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 682 ✭✭✭illiop


    ...I is a tad slow... :p


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 2,183 ✭✭✭storm2811


    Jay P wrote: »
    Oh, I forgot Sigur Rós. Their stuff is inredibly beautiful



    This is just a perfect song.

    I'll have to admit,the intro to that song nearly brought me to tears:o
    Before this I only knew it as "that song on some bbc ads" but when you listen to it properly..I love it!

    Walking home on the back lanes when the suns out a bit and I can see all the lakes..and see the cars from the main road going by but not hearing a sound,makes me so relaxed:)


  • Posts: 0 ✭✭✭ [Deleted User]


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    The Mandelbrot Set.
    (Fractals in general are just beautiful).

    For those of you who don't know what fractals are, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fractals


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 5,082 ✭✭✭Pygmalion


    MandelbrotSetSM.gif

    The Mandelbrot Set.
    (Fractals in general are just beautiful).

    For those of you who don't know what fractals are, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fractals

    Quite a fan of the Sierpinski triangle myself

    Link to image since image was way too big


  • Registered Users Posts: 1,252 ✭✭✭norwegianwood


    I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.

    I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat
    And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

    I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
    When far away an interrupted cry
    Came over houses from another street,

    But not to call me back or say good-bye;
    And further still at an unearthly height,

    O luminary clock against the sky
    Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

    This poem, seriously, it's amazing.


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 3,779 ✭✭✭A Neurotic


    This tiger:
    because he's wearing a freaking top hat
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  • Moderators Posts: 8,678 ✭✭✭D4RK ONION


    Hey, that was like my first post in C&H! I made that tiger! :D


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 3,779 ✭✭✭A Neurotic


    D4RK ONION wrote: »
    Hey, that was like my first post in C&H! I made that tiger! :D

    Really!? Excellent! I found it saved on my laptop yesterday and nearly split myself laughing. When it's a small thumbnail, the top hat is a lot more subtle, and therefore more hilarious when you see it.

    Nice work! :)


  • Moderators Posts: 8,678 ✭✭✭D4RK ONION


    Quite chuffed now, I thought about that beauty the other day, lost to the ages of C&H, and now it's back!


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 7,231 ✭✭✭Fad




  • Registered Users Posts: 1,191 ✭✭✭OopsyDaisy


    Things that are beautiful...
    Cute smiles, not nessessarily perfect teeth (make me go weak at the knees too)
    Old couples that are still head over heels for each other
    Sunsets (but of course)
    watching ripples in water, or clouds in the sky (relaxes me:D )


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,842 ✭✭✭seanbmc




    Great song :)


  • Moderators Posts: 8,678 ✭✭✭D4RK ONION


    Not usually my kind of thing, but it's growing on me :o



  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 13,713 ✭✭✭✭Novella




    "What's so easy in the evening, by the morning's such a drag." <3


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,492 ✭✭✭degausserxo


    More Plath love

    Gold mouths cry

    Gold mouths cry with the green young
    certainty of the bronze boy
    remembering a thousand autumns
    and how a hundred thousand leaves
    came sliding down his shoulder blades
    persuaded by his bronze heroic reason.
    We ignore the coming doom of gold
    and we are glad in this bright metal season.
    Even the dead laugh among the goldenrod.

    The bronze boy stands kneedeep in centuries,
    and never grieves,
    remembering a thousand autumns,
    with sunlight of a thousand years upon his lips
    and his eyes gone blind with leaves.


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