From: "Teemu Pyyluoma" <Teemu.Pyyluoma-AT-trantex.fi> Date: Sat, 8 Nov 1997 21:01:22 +0200 Subject: Re: PLC: Text-pleasure [was After Irene Hossack] Teemu Pyyluoma-AT-TRANTEXMAIN 08.11.97 21.01 Reg, you have aestheticans on-line and atleast one who is an aesthtete as far food is concerned. So, for goodness sake please tell us what did the salmon souflee tasted like? Or was it the whole experience, if so what was it like? Where you more suprised to find yourself overwhelmed by souflee than van Gogh? I'm asking this and read George's post to which you replied with particular interest for same reason: I often hear people talk about great (art and other) experiences they have had. Almost without an exception they employ superlatives and if asked to explain what was it like, reply "It cannot be explained!" Is that true in your case? In general? In order for this not be a one-sided query, let me share an experience I had. Helsinki Central Park is quite unlike any other I've visited. Iit is pretty much in natural state, basicly a piece of woods in the middle of the city. I was cycling down the river that runs through the park and decided to rest for a while on the on the riverside. The sun was setting behind my back and the whole opposite bank was ablaze with color, I could see the first leaves in beerch trees shiftng colour, cliffs turn heated yellow. But it wasn't like a surrealist painting, I could see every detail the dots on the trees, cracks on rocks... However this isn't what made it unforgettable, I've seen many other beutiful sunsets (anybody ever seen an ugly sunset?), occasionaly in a rather lovely company. What did crack my mind was when I started employing my other senses. In that spot the park is rather narrow, I could hear the highway north from where I was sitting and a railway in the south. When I looked up I saw an electric line high up in a sky. And I knew I was just couple hundred meters away from the city. This whole presence of civilatization made me feel even more transcentended from it, like was sitting in some sort of a box. I had sweat quite a lot cycling and was wearing just shorts and a t-shirt, I was starting to shiver from cold, but I hardly noticed. And like you and your sister Reg, I started laughing, though not hystericaly. I was pushed back to reality when a couple walking by made some rude reamarks on drunken youngsters and hastened their steps after spotting my shivering legs, sweaty shirt, nervous giggle and aweful expession. I actually think that as far "relations to critical faculty" are concerned, my experience was closer to your van Gogh experience than your salmon souflee experience, as far as the precense of cognitive element is a criteria. Is that what you ment? By the buy, you were totally right to feel ashamed for disrespecting "grocery store, the farmer, the simple slab of butter". I am glad you were cured of your ingorance to greater powers of the earth. Cheers, Teemu, who prefesr a good chef over a philosopher. or an artist. --- from list phillitcrit-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu ---
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