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The beauty of the city

09:45 AM

Imre KÖRMENDY

(From previous issue No.31)

The beauty of the city was studied many times in many ways, and was thought to be discovered in several forms. The beauty of the city is geometric order for some, or else the apparent or actual disorder, irregularity. Some people recognize the artistic, unique, historic value of individual buildings and details; others see the beauty of colours, materials, turrets, roofs or pediments. Several scholars studied the interrelations. Some get pleasure from great projects like avenues, boulevards, architectural ensembles, parks and attractions, others discover or tend to discover the local spirit and attraction in small aspects like a fine detail or a crooked solution or else a memorial site. Some prefer tightness, narrow streets; others give preference to spaciousness and placid spatial proportions, high elevations or extensions. Some are convinced about the beauty of artificial, manmade environments, others celebrate the towns adjusted, lost or hidden in the natural environment.

Casa verde

Casa verde

Recently a new phenomenon emerged in Pest, the world of ruin pubs (“romkocsma”). It is popular mainly among young people; has even become the theme of a university thesis. At first one easily classifies this phenomenon as a frolic of the youth (Juventus ventus), a way of quest and revolt. (The ordered built environment symbolizes for them the social order, where they do not have a place, or they do not find it, where the role allotted for them does not meet their expectations, does not harmonize with their self evaluation. Or else it may just be a fashion, nostalgia...). However, if one tries to go deeper into thoughts and literature, one may attain interesting discoveries. In Sándor Weöres’ Talks on beauty one can read for instance:

“My friend, the painter Árpád Illés told me once:
—There is nothing distasteful in Nature. What is more: it even corrects human distastefulness. Take a look at a tram-car: a blatant matchbox, painted yellow. But if you watch the city from the mountain top, colours match each other, and even those moving little yellow trams enrich the view. Or take an ugly chandelier you can see in most of the bourgeois flats: take it to the forest, bury it in the ground among the roots, then go and uncover it after a few months, and you will see that nature will have beautified it as much as she could.”
„What follows was told to me by him and other painters:
—It’s worth observing the splodges, cracks on damp, withering walls. There aren’t any pleasenter contours, more beautiful groups of colours anywhere. The brief or scattered forms of the splodges, the thick or thousandstringed lines of the cracks are full of harmony to an extent that human art can reach only in its clearest eras. Having the utmost colour variations, the greenish, bluish, yellowish shades of grey are reddish, dull-green, rusty colours, always in a simple and powerful harmony. But the eyes of men are accustomed to the rattletraps of the fair, and find it difficult to orientate towards the divinely beautiful.”

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