= beauty
Beauty= truth
Truth= Hurts
=Teehee
“I am certain of nothing but the
holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination. What
the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed
before or not.”
I analyze this quote Keats said within the context of “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” Specifically within the lines
49-50 it states: Beauty is truth, truth beauty- that is all Ye know
on earth and all ye need to know. He interchanges the truth of this
statement saying that both truth and beauty are one and the same. I
jokingly refer to this in my above picture of a guido's “beauty”
and disagree with the thought process in the present day context, but
I still respect you Keats! I'll leave it as to each his own and some
truths are relative.
As I read the beautifully written
ode, I found myself appreciating the poem very much. As the narrator
illustrates to us the urn as a story in itself, his description of it
as a “foster child of silence and and slow time” is very profound
to me. Much like a picture, it's a still moment capturing time, but
never fully telling a story. There is a depiction of lovers, never
aging but not engaging in an active romance. Keats then talks of
people sacrificing an animal, but inevitably meeting an end they will
“not a soul tell.” It tells that eternity is found in the
artistic depictions of the urn, but not the real story of the people
formed in the images. Much like any relic, picture, or artifact,
there is a level of lasting that is sadly only part of the tale it
depicts. I found myself thinking of the Pompeii ruins; people made
into relics of ash by a destructive volcano, but never depicting
their life and thoughts, just a moment in space. Keats ode is very
much ominously beautiful.
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