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What do you find beautiful?

Ginja Ninja

we all have different taste,so put up stuff that's your definition beauty;

Music: José Gonsalez-heartbeat,Metallica-Fade to Black.

people: Red hair,pale skin is a real beauty to me

things: A sunset is always nice and a starry winter's night

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almostnever

I Am Vertical
By Sylvia Plath

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them --
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Infinite

Konata

Stephen's Green in the sun...

Carl Sagan

A Neurotic wrote: »

Also -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSgiXGELjbc

Definitely. Love the man.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2xqBP3LSa8

This song.

And the sky. A clear night sky is absolutely beautiful.

Bobalicious93

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Nothing more beautiful than spur of the moment love between two men....

To be fair, I probably would've kissed him aswell..

stillwondering

Love this, saw this on tv3 when a teenager, shaped my music appreciation; beautiful.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzSIRKjW0_o&feature=related

Arcade Panda

This photo by Liam Murphy. I just think it's really beautiful!

SarahBeep!

The look of love in the eyes of someone I love with every part of me

Konata

Sylvia Plath - Elm

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.

Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously,
Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,
Echoing, echoing.

Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?
This is rain now, the big hush.
And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
Scorched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires.

Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me
Cruelly, being barren.
Her radience scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

I let her go. I let her go
Diminshed and flat, as after radical surgery.
How your bad dreams possess and endow me.

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrevables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches?--

Its snaky acids kiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.

Tar.Aldarion

poems yay! I prefer dickenson over plath though!

and my fav:

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:-
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
-- Walter de la Mare

Novella

I love Plath

"On this bald hill the new year hones its edge
Faceless and pale as china
The round sky goes on minding its business
Your absence is inconspicuous
Nobody can tell what I lack."

Parliament Hill Fields, one of my favourite poems ever.

phlegms

I have a bit of a thing for historical paintings, they really get me going.
Heres a taste of my favourites, sorry the are such a small size, didn't want to post them in their full sized glory or boards would prolly explode..

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Heres a link to my favourite one as it really needs to be seen in its fully glory.

Tar.Aldarion

Oh love the third one

phlegms

Tar.Aldarion wrote: »

Oh love the third one

Its a painting by a Russian fella of Ivan Iv (Ivan the Terrible) of Russia cradling his dead son's body. Basically, his son got into an argument with his dad Ivan IV after Ivan beat his son's wife for wearing immoral clothing. The son's wife was preggers at the time and had a miscarriage as a result of the beating. During an argument between the two over this Ivan hit his son in the head with a staff and accidentally killed him. So in short, Ivan IV; Bit of a cnut.

illiop

phlegms wrote: »

I have a bit of a thing for historical paintings, they really get me going.
Heres a taste of my favourites, sorry the are such a small size, didn't want to post them in their full sized glory or boards would prolly explode..

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What's the story behind the third one? Those eyes are fantastic!
EDIT: Never mind then!

MY favourite painting is "Flaming June" by Lord Frederic Leighton. I saw it last year in the Prado in Madrid, it's much more spectacular in real life

and while I'm at it, one of the most beautiful poems I know (my knowledge of poetry is limited to my LC course and 16th cent spanish poetry, which sucks):
Derek Mahon
Antarctica
‘I am just going outside and may be some time.’
The others nod, pretending not to know.
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.

He leaves them reading and begins to climb,
Goading his ghost into the howling snow;
He is just going outside and may be some time.

The tent recedes beneath its crust of rime
And frostbite is replaced by vertigo:
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.

Need we consider it some sort of crime,
This numb self-sacrifice of the weakest? No,
He is just going outside and may be some time

In fact, for ever. Solitary enzyme,
Though the night yield no glimmer there will glow,
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.

it's about Capt. Lawrence Oates and the Terra Nova expedition.

Tar.Aldarion

He explained!

Also, I adore that poem

illiop

...I is a tad slow...

storm2811

Jay P wrote: »

Oh, I forgot Sigur Rós. Their stuff is inredibly beautiful

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4L_DQKCDgeM

This is just a perfect song.

I'll have to admit,the intro to that song nearly brought me to tears:o
Before this I only knew it as "that song on some bbc ads" but when you listen to it properly..I love it!

Walking home on the back lanes when the suns out a bit and I can see all the lakes..and see the cars from the main road going by but not hearing a sound,makes me so relaxed:)

[Deleted User]

The Mandelbrot Set.
(Fractals in general are just beautiful).

For those of you who don't know what fractals are, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fractals

Pygmalion

Deleted User wrote: »

The Mandelbrot Set.
(Fractals in general are just beautiful).

For those of you who don't know what fractals are, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fractals

Quite a fan of the Sierpinski triangle myself

Link to image since image was way too big

norwegianwood

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,

O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

This poem, seriously, it's amazing.

A Neurotic

This tiger:
because he's wearing a freaking top hat

D4RK ONION

Hey, that was like my first post in C&H! I made that tiger!

A Neurotic

D4RK ONION wrote: »

Hey, that was like my first post in C&H! I made that tiger!

Really!? Excellent! I found it saved on my laptop yesterday and nearly split myself laughing. When it's a small thumbnail, the top hat is a lot more subtle, and therefore more hilarious when you see it.

Nice work!

D4RK ONION

Quite chuffed now, I thought about that beauty the other day, lost to the ages of C&H, and now it's back!

Fad

This song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLdp2OSFEys

OopsyDaisy

Things that are beautiful...
Cute smiles, not nessessarily perfect teeth (make me go weak at the knees too)
Old couples that are still head over heels for each other
Sunsets (but of course)
watching ripples in water, or clouds in the sky (relaxes me:D )

seanbmc

Great song

D4RK ONION

Not usually my kind of thing, but it's growing on me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwFS69nA-1w

Novella

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5aZh261KZWI

"What's so easy in the evening, by the morning's such a drag."

degausserxo

More Plath love

Gold mouths cry

Gold mouths cry with the green young
certainty of the bronze boy
remembering a thousand autumns
and how a hundred thousand leaves
came sliding down his shoulder blades
persuaded by his bronze heroic reason.
We ignore the coming doom of gold
and we are glad in this bright metal season.
Even the dead laugh among the goldenrod.

The bronze boy stands kneedeep in centuries,
and never grieves,
remembering a thousand autumns,
with sunlight of a thousand years upon his lips
and his eyes gone blind with leaves.