Just starting on this piece made my brain spark. I'll finish it later so as not to lose my train of thought. Gaudi's Sagrada Familia is one of the greatest examples of art and beauty. One day, while entering a metro in NYC, a man took up residence at the door and was playing the violin to Albinoni"s Adagio, one of my favorites. It paralyzed me, I could not walk by in the presence of perfection and not give it the reverence it deserved.
I leaned up against a pillar and my heart was filled with joy. The same feeling I get hearing Handel's Messiah which always makes me cry tears of joy. Hundreds of people passed by. No one stopped. No one recognized the incredible gift this man bestowed. I missed my train.
Then there was my old neighborhood. Plain, boring nondescript. While pushing a carriage around the block I can across a white picket fenced side yard attached to a Hallmark Card cape cod stunner. A stunningly beautiful cornucopia of perfectly manicured bushes, overflowing flowers, green grass like a rug at it's center point. A beautiful water bath for the birds. Again, paralyzed I was. Stayed there, silent, admiring the splendor of God's creation. that's art.
E Michael Jones also wrote about beauty, the slaughter of cities and the horror genre that replaced beautiful love stories. Rap music did the same. No where in this transformation, total destruction really, of beauty is more obvious than artists. Jackson Pollack's splash art, Andy Warhol's tomato soup can, as art, even Picasso said to be the world's greatest, NEVER uplifted me to peaceful serenity or joy.
Beauty is said to be in the eye of the beholder. Who made up that line I wonder. Beauty is apparent, it's universal, not open for discussion or opinions. If it lifts your spirit, if it guides you to make the changes needed to create your own beauty in your own home and surroundings, producing pride and serenity, not chaos, then one appreciates beauty in it's most basic form. I think we all need that in our lives. So learn how to make a beautiful bed and start from there.
PS, I love string instruments too. Nowadays all we hear on the radio are jungle beats.
Over a decade ago I used to drive across country somewhat regularly for work.
Even back then, and even in say the smallest of Nebraska towns (say population 2000 or less) the airwaves were LITERALLY pumping out jungle beats, say from Congo or Kenya)_ totally indecipherable to anyone listening. It was then I knew it was deliberate and on purpose. There is/was absolutely NO " market' for it. Its all to do with the promotion of the "global culture" agenda.
If any of you live in a small town USA, scroll through the dial. I promise its there.
Adorn your dick rag and start jumping up and down!
"NO" market for it, GD right. They're jamming it down our throats. In the last 40 yrs or so, Beethoven's 5th done to disco and Dueling Banjo's from Deliverance were great instrumentals. Strings, that's my thing. All strings, including China and India. Puts me in a world like no other. Unless, of course, Patsy Cline is singing.
I think Patsy is a tranny. I know for sure Dolly is!! That big melon head is right up there with Oprah's!! And that ghoulish face she/he/it is sporting now?? Just awful!! Lol
All the "female" singers are trans. The whole lot. And most male rock stars have trans wives: Eddy van Halen, Robert Plant, David Bowie, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Star, Paul Stanley of Kiss, Bryan Ferry, Bono... the list goes on. The whole music industry is freemasonic. Have you heard of Mr E? He investigates this stuff.
Yes, I have watched several of MrE's videos! He helped to wake me up!
Was on a flight recently where passenger next to me was watching an old movie, When Harry Met Sally. I glanced over and immediate said to myself, "That Meg Ryan is a Tranny!'. Only afterwards did I study it by pulling it up on my own screen, and sure enough I convinced myself I was correct!
The tone of the music is also brain deadening, experiments with 440 Hz caused a chaotic response. The old concert pitch of 432Hz caused an uplifting feeling. The 440 pitch is now what all the “music” is tuned to. Just look at what reaction to the music is…..not one of beauty or peace.
Thank you. Serenity has always started with a bed for me. My family thinks a bed is just a sleeping apparatus. My bed is in a room where I repose, unwind, sink into a great chair, soft lighting, candles, windows open drapes moving, books on my side table, cup of tea in my ancient Chinese cup with a ceramic lid. A small TV next to my chair that I eventually turn on that makes me nod off, as I get off my chair and fall into a sumptuous perfectly made bed to go to sleep. It's a piece of heaven on earth.
Several years ago I read a quote that I completely identify with: "The state of your bed is the state of your head." This substack explains on an essential level that I was unaware of why this is so true for me. All the best!
& part of this problem, I am 🙈, looking at my Warhohl lithographs... The Guggenheim! Bam! Face slap emoji. Ugly, They choose Ugly. We are led into corrals we do not see... here is our abattoir.
Was there with a friend, after a bathroom break. Both of us aficionados of premodern art. I emerged to find him facetiously studying the fire extinguisher. It was good for a chuckle and an apt commentary. The thing is, it’s all a sham. And those who gain success know it.
🤔 yeah. Good advice. But turn around... to where exactly? Not being glib. Not a multi $o it ain't easy. Do I sell my Aussie house? And go where? And if the political climate there turns? Or do I go Prepper? As in Bat shit crazy, a shotty & rotten corn husks? Do I head butt ppl, like that sunglasses scene, in They Live! ? And tell them to take the blue pill? Until, like my family, they tell me to piss off coz of my tinfoil cap! 🤷 I'm End of Life & just found out that my castle is made of sand & my FedGov despises me.
There's support out there. These are tough times, but they pass. Find your tribe. Plenty of aware folks in Oz. Spend time face to face. Read. I'm not giving you advice, but I feel the frustration. Energy-sapping. The strength is inside you. Just take a little time to feel it. Screen-free time.
Pam Gregory. UKColumn. We're on the brink of a miraculous shift, so hang in there. And do not cooperate. Do not comply. You have rights under God's law. They far outrank those legal traps being set for you. You're under no obligation to obey. 🙏🏼
Yeah man. I am on the shamanic path now. Rage is not my friend. Like minded community, moved rural, sight lines, river water, farmers markets et al. Decided to die on my stoop, ready to enjoy until I don't. Where they spikka me langwidge, ahuh. Saw a good Charlie Brown panel. He says "We'll die one day" & Snooo sez "yep, but til then we'll live every day". 👏 But le Boobeoise go "huh"? 🤷
Thank you. Beautifully said. Re Picasso: I'm reading Normal Mailer's bio of his younger years. Picasso was a child prodigy painting in the classical style at age 13. To me, but not so much to Mailer (although he does acknowledge Picasso's depression), he devolved into mental illness which resulted in his sometimes horrific abstractions. Not to write him off, as he was a product of his times - the civil war in his home country, the societal changes of the turn of the century, the First World War, his experiences of poverty, all contributed to his expressions on canvas. He was depicting the collective disturbances not just his own. Yet he was still a genius, just not in a traditional way. There are elements of beauty in his work but you have to find them. They're not always obvious. And sometimes not there at all. His work is mostly a collective cry of anguish and despair.
Well said. I don't disagree with you. He was a fine painter, a beautiful artist. Then he fell off a cliff, abandoned that beauty for Cubism. I can appreciate the works of Salvador Dali and Frieda Khalo. I find inventiveness, novelty, comedy and sorrow in their works. I feel I can see it. Picasso creeps me out, I do not examine nor try to find his meaning. His work makes me feel like I'm in front of a secret hidden door that I do not want to open. In other words, he does not elevate me, he depresses me.
Many years ago, maybe 2013 or so I saw a post about a famous violinist in NYC that did that. People paid a lot of money to go see this man play but here he was giving his gift away and hardly anyone noticed. It was very beautiful.
That was Joshua Bell. He did the music to that great film, The Red Violin. If you watch the movie, listen. When he came to town, I got front row seats, how lucky was that. Front row, one and only time. A great talent he is.
Roger Scruton made a documentary about the loss of Beauty. You are blessed to be sensitive to the True the Good and the Beautiful no matter where you find them!
It is tragic that many people have been desensitized by the ugliness dumped on us from every direction. I think the defacement of beauty and nature passed off as 'art' or 'fashion' such as tattoos, or body alterations is grotesque and dulls the mind and heart with conformity. People wait to be told what is true, good or beautiful by consensus.
Thank you for the article and the copy of the documentary. I'm really enjoying the article. Hungary seems to be conservative in Sir Scruton's sense of the term. There are so many things in there that highlight his ideas.
There is a video somewhere of Scruton on a panel discussion at a university where a mob of students disrupted the panel by shouting him down as their dissent. It was an impromptu live demonstration of the difference between conservative and liberal. The destruction of the order of the panel was the mob's premise and argument.
In the same way, defacing, displacing and destruction of Beauty IS the point on the way to demoralizing and destroying people, family, nation.
In traditional cultures, ugly, evil, and ridiculous are often denoted in the same word.
In the West, the "revolution" started with the Romantics, and the paragon is the hunchback of Notre Dame. Industrialization rendered everything functional, which was the starting point for technocracy. As it happened right after the Masonic-inspired French "revolution," the Masons' influence seems quite likely as well.
Convoluted and/or super-primitive "artwork" preside, and nobody dares to announce that the king is naked.
The public's conditioning includes overstimulation, desensitization, and making even children get used to ugliness and perversions (Sesame street and movies).
Yup. After the freemasonic American "revolution" in 1776 the Masons repeated the operation in France and installed their puppet Napoleon in 1799. Why? The answer came in 1803 when Napoleon generously "sold" the entire French Louisiana Territory to the newly formed USA for $15 million. The US negotiators - two freemasons - were offering Napoleon $10 million for the strategic port of New Orleans. They couldn't believe their luck in getting 828,000 square miles of land and immediately doubling the size of the nascent hegemonic project known as the United States of America. It was the deal of the century.
History books will give reasons for Napoleon's action, but there is only one real reason: this deal was decided by the freemasons at the highest level - like the Rothschilds. Puppets like Napoleon do as they are told. And nothing has changed since then except the names of the puppets: Trump, Macron, Starmer etc.
"Beauty is our way home." That is a very insightful and beautiful summation that provides hope for the future; all of your articles reflect a beauty of their own because they are expositions in efforts to pursue the truth which remains a rare act of courage in today's world when it is most sorely needed.
I enjoyed this article. Growing up, I often wondered at modern architecture, why it existed and was so prevalent, because it was so ugly. It never made sense, because why wouldn’t we want our towns and cities to be beautiful? Why were there old towns in Europe with such ornate and beautiful buildings, actual character that make you want to visit them, but here we have ugly boxes?
As an adult, I just figured it had to do with the dumbing down of society, that we had lost the skills of beautiful, unique, and independent design in favor of speed, regulation, and reduced cost. While not modern architecture per se with sky rises and everything, a related aspect I have hated is the cookie cutter tract homes that prevail in our towns, built out of cheap materials and with required HOAs taking our money to enforce the sameness of everything. These are people from our own neighborhoods that we literally pay to tell us what front door we can have, what plants are allowed in our yards, what color our house must be, and on and on. And it’s not for the sake of preserving the beauty of the neighborhood but for preventing independent thought and action. Anyhow… I really liked the take presented in this article. I hadn’t thought of it in that light before, and it makes total sense.
The "saturation bombing" that British bombers committed on traditional architecture of Germany was, perhaps, more than just strategic (and, incidentally, illegal by Geneva Code standards) and meant more for clearing the way for ugly modern architecture. Not just crushing Germany's people and industry, but crushing any lingering love of beauty. I read that 85% of Germany's traditional architecture was destroyed. There were many "Dresden's"
THANK YOU! As a trained artist I have always viewed the eye-grabbing and mind-numbing modern 'fine art' as something sinister -- since I was a child in the 1960's. And with regard to architecture, let us not forget "The Fountainhead" by supreme narcissist (and likely operative of the said Powers) Ayn Rand, which vilified any sweeping, arching lines and ornament. She had absolutely no use or feeling for Nature, let alone spiritual connection.
I’m also of that age. Hindsight is sure in focus now, as everything experienced is reassessed. ( I too Cringe at the mention of Ayn Rand — cannot comprehend the reverence she garners in some circles. You are likely correct in your speculation.
And in my youth I idolized her. Hindsight, indeed, Dick. But how do we learn but through our mistakes and foolishnesses...being that we survived them? Seems as thought I am in perpetual reassessment. This, however, is not shared by many my age. Or younger. Sigh. I 'meet' them only occasionally through venues such as this. So hello fellow, well met!
Yes!!! Hail back! …We may be reassured, tho’ — there are so many our age who are reassessing what we actually lived through and remember — With new eyes, having asked a million new questions built one upon the other and searching out answers. (We folks on the stacks, etc, that is, ha ha — Here at home, not a one that I know of! But if there were another, how would I know? Secret signs while squeezing tomatoes at the market? It does give one a sense of being “other”— & of carrying a great load. A responsibility. To speak truth, but to tread lightly and tenderly, discretion and love always foremost. People have gone through far more trauma and wounding than they know.)
We, having been deconstructing and now much wiser, are now reconstructing — hopefully, with Truth, Beauty, and Goodness (and Love). It is much needed.
So we’re in the peculiar and wonderful position of sharing that wisdom of age for the benefit of those who weren’t there on the ground to see the manifold soul-stealers as they were erected, floor-by-floor. The uglification and the false, engineered illusions that infused them and all of us. That dehumanizing architecture is a metaphore for all of it. The lying denaturing of goodness, of Man, of God, of His creation.
Understanding now, having been disabused of so much illusion and fakery has been immensely difficult, but also exhilarating, like windows have been thrown open threw open & doors unlocked.
And so, wise as serpents, yet gentle as doves, toughened (and with antennae fully engaged), we go forth.
I am very happy with this essay. I felt so much that even beauty is being taken away from us by these rockefeller, rothschild and freemason Khazarian Jewish gang. God is immeasurably beautiful and all good comes from him, including beauty. May these evil worms rot.
When I visited my brother's school in the 1960s I was struck by how boxy and ugly the place was. I spent my time at their annual party in the grounds. Twenty years later, I visited my son's school and saw the exact same building in a different town!
I worked as a teacher in Madrid in 2005/7. What did I see? Yeah, you guessed it. The same boxy buildings serving children in the city suburbs. The only difference was the walls were covered in even uglier layers of graffiti.
I remember asking myself "Why is everything so ugly?" as I walked to work one morning.
Thank you! You have answered that question which had been festering in my brain for almost 20 years.
For ugliness it is hard to surpass the new building at a nearby college. I contrast this to the 100 year old unbelievably beautiful architecture at a nearby Catholic university. As a carpenter I never fail to be amazed at the beautiful architecture of older homes when carpenters were artists instead of assemblers of assembly line mass produced building materials.
My family recently suggested a multi family arrangement where we could live together. Having grown up that way, I embraced the idea and off I went to find a larger home. I found 2 that were considered mansions when I was a child. Walking into both homes was almost spiritual, like walking into a church where reverence was expected.
Hand carved banisters with a light installed inside, stained glass windows, ancient dental moldings, coffered ceilings and pocket doors still gliding smoothly. A library room paneled with real wood and Juliette balconies from the bedrooms.
No central air, no granite countertops, not modern enough they said. Downtrodden as I was I accepted that youngins today truly have been indoctrinated and can't see beauty.
He was a terrible draftsman -- couldn't draw a figure representationally, so he drew like an untrained child and was snatched up and raised up on a pedestal by those who wished destroy art and artists. Cubism?!? What a scam/psych-op.
True. May I compare to a Rembrandt or Leonardo drawing? Any of the great masters of the past will out the posers. May we, like the little boy, at last shout out that the emperors have no clothes!?
“Reeling and Writhing of course, to begin with,' the Mock Turtle replied, 'and the different branches of arithmetic-ambition, distraction, uglification, and derision.” ( Alice in Wonderland)
I started my school experience in a beautiful building that had oak wood all over, wood floors, incandescent lights, large windows looking out at beautiful trees. It felt like home, it was welcoming and a safe haven. It was joyful. Then the family moved to a new suburb with tract houses. The brand new school was a concrete block affair, situated on a plot with no trees, no nature. The interior had fluorescent lights, metal desks, metal window frames and a horrendous green chalkboard. Needless to say, I loathed school until I graduated.
People too
Just starting on this piece made my brain spark. I'll finish it later so as not to lose my train of thought. Gaudi's Sagrada Familia is one of the greatest examples of art and beauty. One day, while entering a metro in NYC, a man took up residence at the door and was playing the violin to Albinoni"s Adagio, one of my favorites. It paralyzed me, I could not walk by in the presence of perfection and not give it the reverence it deserved.
I leaned up against a pillar and my heart was filled with joy. The same feeling I get hearing Handel's Messiah which always makes me cry tears of joy. Hundreds of people passed by. No one stopped. No one recognized the incredible gift this man bestowed. I missed my train.
Then there was my old neighborhood. Plain, boring nondescript. While pushing a carriage around the block I can across a white picket fenced side yard attached to a Hallmark Card cape cod stunner. A stunningly beautiful cornucopia of perfectly manicured bushes, overflowing flowers, green grass like a rug at it's center point. A beautiful water bath for the birds. Again, paralyzed I was. Stayed there, silent, admiring the splendor of God's creation. that's art.
E Michael Jones also wrote about beauty, the slaughter of cities and the horror genre that replaced beautiful love stories. Rap music did the same. No where in this transformation, total destruction really, of beauty is more obvious than artists. Jackson Pollack's splash art, Andy Warhol's tomato soup can, as art, even Picasso said to be the world's greatest, NEVER uplifted me to peaceful serenity or joy.
Beauty is said to be in the eye of the beholder. Who made up that line I wonder. Beauty is apparent, it's universal, not open for discussion or opinions. If it lifts your spirit, if it guides you to make the changes needed to create your own beauty in your own home and surroundings, producing pride and serenity, not chaos, then one appreciates beauty in it's most basic form. I think we all need that in our lives. So learn how to make a beautiful bed and start from there.
Nice!
The uglification is designed to snuff out any spark of creativity one may have been born with. All by "design":
https://theculturemap.com/livraria-lello-porto-bookstore/
PS, I love string instruments too. Nowadays all we hear on the radio are jungle beats.
Over a decade ago I used to drive across country somewhat regularly for work.
Even back then, and even in say the smallest of Nebraska towns (say population 2000 or less) the airwaves were LITERALLY pumping out jungle beats, say from Congo or Kenya)_ totally indecipherable to anyone listening. It was then I knew it was deliberate and on purpose. There is/was absolutely NO " market' for it. Its all to do with the promotion of the "global culture" agenda.
If any of you live in a small town USA, scroll through the dial. I promise its there.
Adorn your dick rag and start jumping up and down!
"NO" market for it, GD right. They're jamming it down our throats. In the last 40 yrs or so, Beethoven's 5th done to disco and Dueling Banjo's from Deliverance were great instrumentals. Strings, that's my thing. All strings, including China and India. Puts me in a world like no other. Unless, of course, Patsy Cline is singing.
Does this not look like a ghoul??
https://www.hellomagazine.com/royalty/20220910150704/dolly-parton-tribute-queen-elizabeth-ii-fans-distracted-cheeky-photo/
When trannys age, their demonic spirits show how truly UGLY/ Hideous they really are!!
Check out recent pics of the two Abba "girls", Agnetha and Frida. Quite clear they are both transgender. Frida's two "stepdaughters" are trans too:).
Oh Lord, Jesus Christ!!
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme A Man After Midnight??!?!
I know that Floor Jansen of Nightwish is one!!!
The one that got me is Kylie Minoghue:).
I think Patsy is a tranny. I know for sure Dolly is!! That big melon head is right up there with Oprah's!! And that ghoulish face she/he/it is sporting now?? Just awful!! Lol
All the "female" singers are trans. The whole lot. And most male rock stars have trans wives: Eddy van Halen, Robert Plant, David Bowie, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Star, Paul Stanley of Kiss, Bryan Ferry, Bono... the list goes on. The whole music industry is freemasonic. Have you heard of Mr E? He investigates this stuff.
https://odysee.com/@MrE:c?view=content
Yes, I have watched several of MrE's videos! He helped to wake me up!
Was on a flight recently where passenger next to me was watching an old movie, When Harry Met Sally. I glanced over and immediate said to myself, "That Meg Ryan is a Tranny!'. Only afterwards did I study it by pulling it up on my own screen, and sure enough I convinced myself I was correct!
The tone of the music is also brain deadening, experiments with 440 Hz caused a chaotic response. The old concert pitch of 432Hz caused an uplifting feeling. The 440 pitch is now what all the “music” is tuned to. Just look at what reaction to the music is…..not one of beauty or peace.
🎯 440 Hz = Goebbels' pitch. 😈🐍
Those beats entrain your brain and body to that pulse.
The house I grew up in was violently ugly. Thankfully it was half way up a beautiful mountain.
Love your point about a beautifully made bed.
Thank you.
Thank you. Serenity has always started with a bed for me. My family thinks a bed is just a sleeping apparatus. My bed is in a room where I repose, unwind, sink into a great chair, soft lighting, candles, windows open drapes moving, books on my side table, cup of tea in my ancient Chinese cup with a ceramic lid. A small TV next to my chair that I eventually turn on that makes me nod off, as I get off my chair and fall into a sumptuous perfectly made bed to go to sleep. It's a piece of heaven on earth.
Several years ago I read a quote that I completely identify with: "The state of your bed is the state of your head." This substack explains on an essential level that I was unaware of why this is so true for me. All the best!
Love that quote. I won't forget it. Thank you
& part of this problem, I am 🙈, looking at my Warhohl lithographs... The Guggenheim! Bam! Face slap emoji. Ugly, They choose Ugly. We are led into corrals we do not see... here is our abattoir.
Was there with a friend, after a bathroom break. Both of us aficionados of premodern art. I emerged to find him facetiously studying the fire extinguisher. It was good for a chuckle and an apt commentary. The thing is, it’s all a sham. And those who gain success know it.
Turn around.
🤔 yeah. Good advice. But turn around... to where exactly? Not being glib. Not a multi $o it ain't easy. Do I sell my Aussie house? And go where? And if the political climate there turns? Or do I go Prepper? As in Bat shit crazy, a shotty & rotten corn husks? Do I head butt ppl, like that sunglasses scene, in They Live! ? And tell them to take the blue pill? Until, like my family, they tell me to piss off coz of my tinfoil cap! 🤷 I'm End of Life & just found out that my castle is made of sand & my FedGov despises me.
There's support out there. These are tough times, but they pass. Find your tribe. Plenty of aware folks in Oz. Spend time face to face. Read. I'm not giving you advice, but I feel the frustration. Energy-sapping. The strength is inside you. Just take a little time to feel it. Screen-free time.
Pam Gregory. UKColumn. We're on the brink of a miraculous shift, so hang in there. And do not cooperate. Do not comply. You have rights under God's law. They far outrank those legal traps being set for you. You're under no obligation to obey. 🙏🏼
Yeah man. I am on the shamanic path now. Rage is not my friend. Like minded community, moved rural, sight lines, river water, farmers markets et al. Decided to die on my stoop, ready to enjoy until I don't. Where they spikka me langwidge, ahuh. Saw a good Charlie Brown panel. He says "We'll die one day" & Snooo sez "yep, but til then we'll live every day". 👏 But le Boobeoise go "huh"? 🤷
Thank you. Beautifully said. Re Picasso: I'm reading Normal Mailer's bio of his younger years. Picasso was a child prodigy painting in the classical style at age 13. To me, but not so much to Mailer (although he does acknowledge Picasso's depression), he devolved into mental illness which resulted in his sometimes horrific abstractions. Not to write him off, as he was a product of his times - the civil war in his home country, the societal changes of the turn of the century, the First World War, his experiences of poverty, all contributed to his expressions on canvas. He was depicting the collective disturbances not just his own. Yet he was still a genius, just not in a traditional way. There are elements of beauty in his work but you have to find them. They're not always obvious. And sometimes not there at all. His work is mostly a collective cry of anguish and despair.
Well said. I don't disagree with you. He was a fine painter, a beautiful artist. Then he fell off a cliff, abandoned that beauty for Cubism. I can appreciate the works of Salvador Dali and Frieda Khalo. I find inventiveness, novelty, comedy and sorrow in their works. I feel I can see it. Picasso creeps me out, I do not examine nor try to find his meaning. His work makes me feel like I'm in front of a secret hidden door that I do not want to open. In other words, he does not elevate me, he depresses me.
Many years ago, maybe 2013 or so I saw a post about a famous violinist in NYC that did that. People paid a lot of money to go see this man play but here he was giving his gift away and hardly anyone noticed. It was very beautiful.
That was Joshua Bell. He did the music to that great film, The Red Violin. If you watch the movie, listen. When he came to town, I got front row seats, how lucky was that. Front row, one and only time. A great talent he is.
Thank you for mentioning The Red Violin! I found in on Archive.com and will watch this evening. — Did just watch a clip. Stunning.!
One of my all-time favorite films.
Ahh Navyo, me too. Great story. The music just sends me.
Roger Scruton made a documentary about the loss of Beauty. You are blessed to be sensitive to the True the Good and the Beautiful no matter where you find them!
It is tragic that many people have been desensitized by the ugliness dumped on us from every direction. I think the defacement of beauty and nature passed off as 'art' or 'fashion' such as tattoos, or body alterations is grotesque and dulls the mind and heart with conformity. People wait to be told what is true, good or beautiful by consensus.
I’m so glad you mentioned this! Here are links to watch plus a very nice review from Hungary.
https://archive.org/details/whybeautymatters
& https://www.hungarianconservative.com/articles/culture_society/reviewing-roger-scrutons-documentary-why-beauty-matters/
God Bless
Thank you for the article and the copy of the documentary. I'm really enjoying the article. Hungary seems to be conservative in Sir Scruton's sense of the term. There are so many things in there that highlight his ideas.
There is a video somewhere of Scruton on a panel discussion at a university where a mob of students disrupted the panel by shouting him down as their dissent. It was an impromptu live demonstration of the difference between conservative and liberal. The destruction of the order of the panel was the mob's premise and argument.
In the same way, defacing, displacing and destruction of Beauty IS the point on the way to demoralizing and destroying people, family, nation.
Thanks again, I had no idea about Hungary.
Well said! (Will hunt up that perfect self-disclosing event!)
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Excellent piece; let me join in.
In traditional cultures, ugly, evil, and ridiculous are often denoted in the same word.
In the West, the "revolution" started with the Romantics, and the paragon is the hunchback of Notre Dame. Industrialization rendered everything functional, which was the starting point for technocracy. As it happened right after the Masonic-inspired French "revolution," the Masons' influence seems quite likely as well.
Convoluted and/or super-primitive "artwork" preside, and nobody dares to announce that the king is naked.
The public's conditioning includes overstimulation, desensitization, and making even children get used to ugliness and perversions (Sesame street and movies).
Yup. After the freemasonic American "revolution" in 1776 the Masons repeated the operation in France and installed their puppet Napoleon in 1799. Why? The answer came in 1803 when Napoleon generously "sold" the entire French Louisiana Territory to the newly formed USA for $15 million. The US negotiators - two freemasons - were offering Napoleon $10 million for the strategic port of New Orleans. They couldn't believe their luck in getting 828,000 square miles of land and immediately doubling the size of the nascent hegemonic project known as the United States of America. It was the deal of the century.
History books will give reasons for Napoleon's action, but there is only one real reason: this deal was decided by the freemasons at the highest level - like the Rothschilds. Puppets like Napoleon do as they are told. And nothing has changed since then except the names of the puppets: Trump, Macron, Starmer etc.
Alaska wasn't half bad, either. :)
"Beauty is our way home." That is a very insightful and beautiful summation that provides hope for the future; all of your articles reflect a beauty of their own because they are expositions in efforts to pursue the truth which remains a rare act of courage in today's world when it is most sorely needed.
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know" (John Keats)
I enjoyed this article. Growing up, I often wondered at modern architecture, why it existed and was so prevalent, because it was so ugly. It never made sense, because why wouldn’t we want our towns and cities to be beautiful? Why were there old towns in Europe with such ornate and beautiful buildings, actual character that make you want to visit them, but here we have ugly boxes?
As an adult, I just figured it had to do with the dumbing down of society, that we had lost the skills of beautiful, unique, and independent design in favor of speed, regulation, and reduced cost. While not modern architecture per se with sky rises and everything, a related aspect I have hated is the cookie cutter tract homes that prevail in our towns, built out of cheap materials and with required HOAs taking our money to enforce the sameness of everything. These are people from our own neighborhoods that we literally pay to tell us what front door we can have, what plants are allowed in our yards, what color our house must be, and on and on. And it’s not for the sake of preserving the beauty of the neighborhood but for preventing independent thought and action. Anyhow… I really liked the take presented in this article. I hadn’t thought of it in that light before, and it makes total sense.
The "saturation bombing" that British bombers committed on traditional architecture of Germany was, perhaps, more than just strategic (and, incidentally, illegal by Geneva Code standards) and meant more for clearing the way for ugly modern architecture. Not just crushing Germany's people and industry, but crushing any lingering love of beauty. I read that 85% of Germany's traditional architecture was destroyed. There were many "Dresden's"
That was my thought also, specifically Churchill's order for Dresden and the allied bombing of Rome.
THANK YOU! As a trained artist I have always viewed the eye-grabbing and mind-numbing modern 'fine art' as something sinister -- since I was a child in the 1960's. And with regard to architecture, let us not forget "The Fountainhead" by supreme narcissist (and likely operative of the said Powers) Ayn Rand, which vilified any sweeping, arching lines and ornament. She had absolutely no use or feeling for Nature, let alone spiritual connection.
Ayn Rand looks transgender. And "her" disciple Alan Greenspan married a transwoman. Sign of a freemason:).
Would you stop? You're making my head spin! :P
I'm pulling my punches, lol.
Excellent call, Shield Maiden!
Thank you.
I’m also of that age. Hindsight is sure in focus now, as everything experienced is reassessed. ( I too Cringe at the mention of Ayn Rand — cannot comprehend the reverence she garners in some circles. You are likely correct in your speculation.
God bless.
And in my youth I idolized her. Hindsight, indeed, Dick. But how do we learn but through our mistakes and foolishnesses...being that we survived them? Seems as thought I am in perpetual reassessment. This, however, is not shared by many my age. Or younger. Sigh. I 'meet' them only occasionally through venues such as this. So hello fellow, well met!
Yes!!! Hail back! …We may be reassured, tho’ — there are so many our age who are reassessing what we actually lived through and remember — With new eyes, having asked a million new questions built one upon the other and searching out answers. (We folks on the stacks, etc, that is, ha ha — Here at home, not a one that I know of! But if there were another, how would I know? Secret signs while squeezing tomatoes at the market? It does give one a sense of being “other”— & of carrying a great load. A responsibility. To speak truth, but to tread lightly and tenderly, discretion and love always foremost. People have gone through far more trauma and wounding than they know.)
We, having been deconstructing and now much wiser, are now reconstructing — hopefully, with Truth, Beauty, and Goodness (and Love). It is much needed.
So we’re in the peculiar and wonderful position of sharing that wisdom of age for the benefit of those who weren’t there on the ground to see the manifold soul-stealers as they were erected, floor-by-floor. The uglification and the false, engineered illusions that infused them and all of us. That dehumanizing architecture is a metaphore for all of it. The lying denaturing of goodness, of Man, of God, of His creation.
Understanding now, having been disabused of so much illusion and fakery has been immensely difficult, but also exhilarating, like windows have been thrown open threw open & doors unlocked.
And so, wise as serpents, yet gentle as doves, toughened (and with antennae fully engaged), we go forth.
Godspeed you, fellow young old fart!
Thank you for sharing this. I am misty-eyed. Godspeed to you, as well.
I am very happy with this essay. I felt so much that even beauty is being taken away from us by these rockefeller, rothschild and freemason Khazarian Jewish gang. God is immeasurably beautiful and all good comes from him, including beauty. May these evil worms rot.
Few things are more repellent than baggy shorts and a Tshirt.
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oh right, and the sock-sandal combo?
True words, ZI!
“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news…”
A great addendum to Susan’s piece: https://archive.org/details/whybeautymatters
Well said
Chicago residents blast ‘monstrosity’ Obama Presidential Center as displacement fears grow
https://nypost.com/2025/08/19/us-news/chicago-residents-blast-monstrosity-obama-presidential-center-as-displacement-fears-grow/
Perfect example!!
When I visited my brother's school in the 1960s I was struck by how boxy and ugly the place was. I spent my time at their annual party in the grounds. Twenty years later, I visited my son's school and saw the exact same building in a different town!
I worked as a teacher in Madrid in 2005/7. What did I see? Yeah, you guessed it. The same boxy buildings serving children in the city suburbs. The only difference was the walls were covered in even uglier layers of graffiti.
I remember asking myself "Why is everything so ugly?" as I walked to work one morning.
Thank you! You have answered that question which had been festering in my brain for almost 20 years.
For ugliness it is hard to surpass the new building at a nearby college. I contrast this to the 100 year old unbelievably beautiful architecture at a nearby Catholic university. As a carpenter I never fail to be amazed at the beautiful architecture of older homes when carpenters were artists instead of assemblers of assembly line mass produced building materials.
My family recently suggested a multi family arrangement where we could live together. Having grown up that way, I embraced the idea and off I went to find a larger home. I found 2 that were considered mansions when I was a child. Walking into both homes was almost spiritual, like walking into a church where reverence was expected.
Hand carved banisters with a light installed inside, stained glass windows, ancient dental moldings, coffered ceilings and pocket doors still gliding smoothly. A library room paneled with real wood and Juliette balconies from the bedrooms.
No central air, no granite countertops, not modern enough they said. Downtrodden as I was I accepted that youngins today truly have been indoctrinated and can't see beauty.
Ineffably sad! What a joy to be surrounded by such loveliness, thought and care.
I never like Picasso's paintings, they made me feel confused and irritated.
He was a terrible draftsman -- couldn't draw a figure representationally, so he drew like an untrained child and was snatched up and raised up on a pedestal by those who wished destroy art and artists. Cubism?!? What a scam/psych-op.
Well that is simply not true. Check out his work as a teenager.
It doesn't help to just make stuff up. It just looks silly.
Work that doting parents may applaud, but his figure drawing was as I said. Ad hominem doesn't change the facts.
True. May I compare to a Rembrandt or Leonardo drawing? Any of the great masters of the past will out the posers. May we, like the little boy, at last shout out that the emperors have no clothes!?
Yup. He's overrated for sure, and his prominence is a sign of freemasonic promotion.
“Reeling and Writhing of course, to begin with,' the Mock Turtle replied, 'and the different branches of arithmetic-ambition, distraction, uglification, and derision.” ( Alice in Wonderland)
A "school" which consists of 6 or so interconnected circular pods...
Where's Waldo? Do you notice not one single window? Not a single one. Yes, florescent light all day long...just like a prison.
All for the little kiddies...going on 4 decades or more.
https://d2rzw8waxoxhv2.cloudfront.net/featured/xlarge/kcgms89103/1672260164760-857-96.jpg
Skool named after a prominent Nevada "Educator". Most people are not even sick enough to make this up!!
Even the outside perimeter doors to the classrooms (yes, they are there!) have no windows and instead are solid steel!
I started my school experience in a beautiful building that had oak wood all over, wood floors, incandescent lights, large windows looking out at beautiful trees. It felt like home, it was welcoming and a safe haven. It was joyful. Then the family moved to a new suburb with tract houses. The brand new school was a concrete block affair, situated on a plot with no trees, no nature. The interior had fluorescent lights, metal desks, metal window frames and a horrendous green chalkboard. Needless to say, I loathed school until I graduated.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pP8iUyb9Gn8&pp=ygUXc3VwZXJ0cmFtcCBsb2dpY2FsIHNvbmc%3D
Wow.
This says so many things I've always known but never was able to put into words.
I am envious. I wish I had written this.
Amen, brother! 🙈
Maybe your best and most important article in my opinion. Thank you for your work ❤️