I did not find beauty in Heidegger’s writing. Although from the reactions of the class
I’m not sure anyone really did. I sat down to read his chapter in The Nature of Art and I
must have read the first paragraph at least 10 times. I just couldn’t follow what was being
said. And that’s when I found the irony. Personally, I consider philosophers and writers
artists because they are creating something out of passion, in most cases. However, I
found myself more concerned with the way Heidegger was presenting his theory than
the material he was presenting. So I thought about if it was Picasso and I was looking
at one of his paintings and commenting more on the style he used and the frame of the
picture and the colors instead of what he actually drew, the subject in the painting. An
artist could paint the most meaningful and insightful painting to completely revolutionize
our way of thinking, but if he does it in an aesthetically offensive manner, no one is going
to pay it any attention. I guess the writer, and Heidegger, is much the same way. Since
Heidegger was so verbose and confusing in his writing style, personally, much of the
meaning was lost to me, as I’m sure has happened to many others.
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