曰耳又
曰耳又

反殖民主义历史学生 专注于南亚研究 生活在西方世界, 阿弥陀佛 支持维族人的抗争

aesthetics

Their Arab society may never have seen the magnificent French Revolution, so expressing the idea of privilege is also very disgusting with the "lower class". The objects of their admiration have always been warriors of elite blood, and aesthetically they have always imitated that tone of voice and literary expression. There is an Arabic poem from hundreds of years ago, to the effect: "Ah, my useless father, why didn't you leave me more fortune?" I almost choked after reading it, and I was amazed. Some phenomena have not changed much.

The Yemeni brother I have always liked has recently fallen into a sentimental stage again. Like a period vacation, he lamented his fate from time to time, and Gu Ying felt sorry for himself. I hope to encourage him by speaking, saying that he is also lucky that he was not born a slave, and that he can even make others his slave. The last sentence took into account polite communication, and has not been said.

I found that no matter how I said he was good, he had reasons to refute why his current situation was not good. He is a very intelligent person and his writing is also very good, so I may also like to hear his various rebuttals to confirm my own pessimistic perception of reality.

I combined his constellation and star chart to analyze that he is a self-sacrificing person, always thinking about how to make the world better, even if he is already hungry. His selflessness once made me extremely indignant, and I would even rise to the realm of culture conflict, thinking that as a straight man, he wanted to save his world dominated by straight men. His aesthetic tendency is the same as that of the teacher Qanun mentioned above, and he does not care about social influence when he is hurt.

In the autumn of 2021, when the second wave of the epidemic has just ended, it is also the time for Dubai to hold the expo celebration. Teacher qanun posted a sad love song in a story on social media, and the picture is an image of him driving home alone. The lyrics are to the effect that everyone leaves eventually. I thought at the time, crap, you live in Dubai and have been enjoying the value of labor from outsiders. Even if they die, they can’t be buried in the UAE. Isn’t it natural to leave sitting or lying down? But I later felt that these resentments also came from my own obsession.

Their Arab society may never have seen the magnificent French Revolution, so expressing the idea of privilege is also very disgusting with the "lower class". The objects of their admiration have always been warriors of elite blood, and aesthetically they have always imitated that tone of voice and literary expression. There is an Arabic poem from hundreds of years ago, to the effect: "Ah, my useless father, why didn't you leave me more fortune?" I almost choked after reading it, and I was amazed. Some phenomena have not changed much.

Regardless of whether they were left or right in the big era, they still pursued the aesthetics of Arab heroism in their small era and small life. Whether it's the Palestinian writer Ghassan Kanafani, who died young at the age of 27, or the miscellaneous people in 2001, they are using life and literature to create aesthetics and continue to inspire some future generations to imitate. The fear of "heroes fall, villains gain power" surpasses the complex fact itself: the villains in the eyes of some people are already the ideal heroes of others, otherwise how could they gain power? ?

Yesterday I watched a documentary about the author Anaïs Nin, a really privileged woman whose parents are musicians and whose banker husband has been funding her various art projects. The two fled war-torn Europe and came to the United States. Literally, she is not famous, but has the courage. Laid-back status and daring personality have allowed her to make some breakthroughs in aesthetics and discover her delicate and sensual writing. She first used fiction to explore taboo topics such as father-daughter love, which is also one of the main lines of the American drama "Little Birds". The diary published after her death also recorded the taboo relationship she developed with her father in middle age when she was in her thirties, which shocked the American literary world.

It really made me realize that bread doesn't dominate all literature. There are so many rich people, so many forbidden relationships, and there is only one Anaïs in the twentieth century. She used enormous energy, capital and cleverness to forge her literary career. Beauty's appearance is also an integral part of this story. On the other hand, these two important Arab men in my life are also doing the same narcissistic things, but the aesthetic objects of imitation are different. This is also the point that I have been reflecting on myself: the cultures I like have beautiful subjects, and the (male) subjects of Chinese literature have changed from the beautiful Mei Lanfang to the decadent and bloated. Such chaos disgusts me, and I strive for order. Discovering order and desperately wanting to break its rules, rather than be a victor like Anaïs.

This also makes me unable to like the athlete Gu Ailing. Putting aside her political support for a certain dictatorship, she's trying too hard to win, right? This is something I have never been able to understand. What's the point of being number one in a chaos and filth? But I may have a lot in common with her on the way up, I just don't want to admit it. When I was growing up, I always focused on self-preservation and avoided people. In recent years, seeing those mixed-race kids tell their stories on TV has made me feel sorry for them. But some women often need to make bigger bets to succeed, and aesthetic value judgments need to be rewritten. Such a declaration can be elaborated slowly without the need for a revolution.

Lao Tzu said, "Abandon profit by skill, and there will be no thieves." Harsh aesthetics make everyone look ugly, and everyone can enjoy their own unique beauty.

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