Aesthetics and Value: LITB4 Critical Anthology Section C

Greetings.

Here is the PPT from today’s rollercoaster of a lesson on Aesthetics.

Aesthetics and Value

Now you can watch / listen / look to your heart’s dis/content, according to your personal judgement of art / beauty / value.

Enjoy.

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9 thoughts on “Aesthetics and Value: LITB4 Critical Anthology Section C

  1. ‘Blood’ by the Middle East:

    Older brother, restless soul, lie down
    Lie for a while with your ear against the earth.
    And you’ll hear your sister sleep talking
    Say ‘Your hair is long but not long enough to reach
    Home to me
    But your beard someday might be’

    And she’ll wake up in a cold sweat on the floor,
    Next to a family portrait drawn when you were four
    And beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more
    She’ll lay it aside

    Older father, weary soul, you’ll drive
    Back to the home you made on the mountainside
    With that ugly, terrible thing
    Those papers for divorce and a lonely ring
    A lonely ring
    Sit on your porch, and pluck your strings

    And you’ll find somebody you can blame
    And you’ll follow the creak that runs out into the sea
    And you’ll find the peace of the Lord.

    Grandfather, gentle soul, you’ll fly
    Over your life once more before you die
    Since our grandma passed away
    You waited for forever and a day
    Just to die
    And someday soon
    You will die

    It was the only woman you ever loved
    That got burnt by the sun too often when she was young
    And the cancer spread and it ran into her body and her blood
    And there’s nothing you can do about it now.

  2. Glass Of Water, Coldplay

    Scared of losin’ all the time
    He wrote it in a letter, he was a friend of mine
    He heard you could see your future
    Inside a glass of water with ripples and the lines
    And he asked, “Will I see heaven in mine?”

    That is just the way it was
    Nothing could be better and nothing ever was
    Oh, they say you can see your future
    Inside a glass of water, the riddles and the rhymes
    “Will I see heaven in mine?”

    Oh, son, don’t ask
    Neither how full nor empty is your glass
    Cling to the mast
    Spend your whole life living in the past
    Going nowhere fast

    So he wrote it on a wall
    The hollowest of halos is no halo at all
    Televisions selling plastic figurines of leaders
    Saying nothing at all
    And you chime, stars in heaven align

    Oh, son, don’t ask
    Neither how full nor empty is your glass
    Cling to the mast
    Spend your whole life living in the past
    Going nowhere fast

    What are we drinking when we’re done?
    Just Glasses of water

  3. ‘Can’t Stop’ by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

    Can’t stop addicted to the shin dig
    Cop top he says I’m gonna win big
    Choose not a life of imitation
    Distant cousin to the reservation
    Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
    This punk the feeling that you stay for
    In time I want to be your best friend
    Eastside love is living on the westend
    Knock out but boy you better come to
    Don’t die you know the truth is some do
    Go write your message on the pavement
    Burnin’ so bright I wonder what the wave meant
    White heat is screaming in the jungle
    Complete the motion if you stumble
    Go ask the dust for any answers
    Come back strong with 50 belly dancers

    [Chorus:]
    The world I love
    The tears I drop
    To be part of
    The wave can’t stop
    Ever wonder if it’s all for you
    The world I love
    The trains I hop
    To be part of
    The wave can’t stop
    Come and tell me when it’s time to

    Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
    So smart she’s leading me to ozone
    Music the great communicator
    Use two sticks to make it in the nature
    I’ll get you into penetration
    The gender of a generation
    The birth of every other nation
    Worth your weight the gold of meditation
    This chapter’s going to be a close one
    Smoke rings I know your going to blow one
    All on a spaceship persevering
    Use my hands for everything but steering
    Can’t stop the spirits when they need you
    Mop tops are happy when they feed you
    J. Butterfly is in the treetop
    Birds that blow the meaning into bebop

    [Repeat Chorus]

    Wait a minute I’m passing out
    Win or lose just like you
    Far more shocking
    Than anything i ever knew
    How about you
    10 more reasons
    Why i need somebody new just like you
    Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
    Right on cue

    Can’t stop addicted to the shin dig
    Cop top he says I’m gonna win big
    Choose not a life of imitation
    Distant cousin to the reservation
    Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
    This punk the feeling that you stay for
    In time I want to be your best friend
    Eastside love is living on the westend
    Knock out but boy you better come to
    Don’t die you know the truth is some do
    Go write your message on the pavement
    Burnin’ so bright I wonder what the wave meant

    Kick start the golden generator
    Sweet talk but don’t intimidate her
    Can’t stop the gods from engineering
    Feel no need for any interfering
    Your image in the dictionary
    This life is more than ordinary
    Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
    Come from space
    To teach you of the pliedes
    Can’t stop the spirits when they need you
    This life is more than just a read thru

  4. Angelica Bryant: Cream – Tales of Brave Ulysses

    You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
    But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

    And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
    And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
    How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
    For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

    And you see a girl’s brown body dancing through the turquoise,
    And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
    And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
    Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

    The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
    And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

    Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
    And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
    With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
    By the sirens sweetly singing.

    The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
    And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

  5. He Wont Go by Adele

    Some say I’ll be better without you
    But they don’t know you like I do
    Or at least the sides I thought I knew

    I can’t bear this time
    It drags on as I lose my mind
    Reminded by things I find
    Like notes and clothes you left behind

    Wake me up, wake me up when all is done
    I won’t rise until this battle’s won
    My dignity’s become undone

    But I won’t go
    I can’t do it on my own
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    I’m willing to take the risk

    I won’t go
    I can’t do it all alone
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    I’m willing to take the risk

    So petrified, I’m so scared to step into this ride
    What if I lose my heart and fail declined?
    I won’t forgive me if i give up trying

    I heard his voice today
    I didn’t know a single word he said
    Not one resemblance to the man I met
    Just a vacant broken boy instead

    But I won’t go
    I can’t do it on my own
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    I’m willing to take the risk

    I won’t go
    I can’t do it all alone
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    I’m willing to take the risk

    There will be times
    We’ll try and give it up
    Bursting at the seams, no doubt
    We’ll almost fall apart then burn the pieces
    To watch them turn to dust
    But nothing will ever taint us

    I won’t go
    I can’t do it on my own
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    I’m willing to take the risk

    I won’t go
    I can’t do it all alone
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    I am willing to take the risk

    Will he… will he still remember me?
    Will he still love me even when he’s free?
    Or will he go back to the place where he would choose the poison over me?

    When we spoke yesterday,
    You said to hold my breath… to sit and wait
    “I’ll be home so soon, I won’t be late”

    He won’t go
    He can’t do it on his own
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    He’s willing to take the risk

    So I won’t go
    He can’t do it on his own
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    We’re willing to take the risk

    Cause he won’t go
    He can’t do it on his own
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    We’re willing to take the risk

    I won’t go
    I can’t do it on my own
    If this ain’t love, then what is?
    I’m willing to take the risk

  6. You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
    But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

    And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
    And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
    How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
    For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

    And you see a girl’s brown body dancing through the turquoise,
    And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
    And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
    Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

    The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
    And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

    Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
    And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
    With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
    By the sirens sweetly singing.

    The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
    And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

  7. Hello darkness, my old friend
    I’ve come to talk with you again
    Because a vision softly creeping
    Left its seeds while I was sleeping
    And the vision that was planted in my brain
    Still remains
    Within the sound of silence

    In restless dreams I walked alone
    Narrow streets of cobblestone
    ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
    I turned my collar to the cold and damp
    When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
    That split the night
    And touched the sound of silence

    And in the naked light I saw
    Ten thousand people, maybe more
    People talking without speaking
    People hearing without listening
    People writing songs that voices never share
    And no one dared
    Disturb the sound of silence

    “Fools”, said I, “You do not know
    Silence like a cancer grows
    Hear my words that I might teach you
    Take my arms that I might reach you”
    But my words, like silent raindrops fell
    And echoed
    In the wells of silence

    And the people bowed and prayed
    To the neon god they made
    And the sign flashed out its warning
    In the words that it was forming
    And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
    And tenement halls”
    And whispered in the sounds of silence

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