‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’
– John Keats (“Ode to a Grecian Urn”)
Art depends on the eye,
wild shapes dancing or
frozen on an eagle’s crag
waiting to fall
engulfed within
the petals of a rose.
Nothing stays the same.
The certain truths evolve
with angles of light,
and even in death,
the skeletons of oaks
shedding bark and limbs,
casually undressing
proclaim honesty,
beauty to us all.
after yesterday’s post by fellow blogger Evelyne Holingue
drycrikjournal 
This is a wonderful line:
“The certain truths evolve
with angles of light,”
Isn’t that the truth of life and age and beauty? Is there such a thing as an absolute truth? One of my favourite quotes comes from Ursula K Le Guin’s novel “The Left Hand of Darkness” and the opening line which says “Truth is a matter of the imagination.”
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A tough opening line, to be sure, but more often than not we cannot see, cannot find the truth without an open imagination. Thanks, Susanne.
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Unfortunately certain persons can imagine, and act on, an alternative “truth” that may put our country at risk!!
Imagination is a large part of creativity but “creative” government may not be what we need at the present time.
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Imaginative and creative ways to look at the dead oak, not only for it’s beauty but it’s useful qualities, is as firewood for a cold snap or a pantry for the woodpeckers.
It’s beauty will be gone if we cut it down and it’s useful qualities as firewood or pantry will also be gone as well. To let it stand, in “truthful beauty” until it falls of it’s own accord, may be it’s best use. Unless, of course, a grass fire comes along and we lose it anyway!
What a ramble, where do truth, beauty and usefulness, co-exist? Maybe only in our imagination.
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Thank you for the link, John. Happy New Year to you!
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