{"id":920,"date":"2019-01-02T17:27:09","date_gmt":"2019-01-02T17:27:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/generic.wordpress.soton.ac.uk\/skywritings\/?p=920"},"modified":"2019-01-02T17:27:09","modified_gmt":"2019-01-02T17:27:09","slug":"aestheticsethics-painpleasure-selfother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/generic.wordpress.soton.ac.uk\/skywritings\/2019\/01\/02\/aestheticsethics-painpleasure-selfother\/","title":{"rendered":"Aesthetics\/Ethics — Pain\/Pleasure — Self\/Other"},"content":{"rendered":"

“The pain passes, but the beauty remains” <\/i> — Auguste Renoir<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Pronounced by someone speaking of his own pain, this statement is noble and betokens all that is good about the human spirit.<\/p>\n

But all too often it is not that. It is about beauty (taste, pleasure) for me, and pain for others, especially non-human others.<\/p>\n

\u201cI no longer know where I am. I seem to move around perfectly easily among people, to have perfectly normal relations with them. Is it possible, I ask myself, that all of them are participants in a crime of stupefying proportions? Am I fantasizing it all? I must be mad! Yet every day I see the evidences. The very people I suspect produce the evidence, exhibit it, offer it to me. Corpses. Fragments of corpses that they have bought for money\u2026 Calm down, I tell myself, you are making a mountain out of a molehill. This is life. Everyone else comes to terms with it, why can\u2019t you? Why can\u2019t you?\u201d<\/i> — J.M. Coetzee, \u201cThe Lives of Animals<\/a>\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“The pain passes, but the beauty remains” — Auguste Renoir Pronounced by someone speaking of his own pain, this statement is noble and betokens all that is good about the human spirit. But all too often it is not that. It is about beauty (taste, pleasure) for me, and pain for others, especially non-human others. … <\/p>\n