Several correspondents have been reflecting on the relation of beauty to
violence (and its hazards). I think a good deal of our hesitation to find
beauty in violence has to do with moral reservations we have about valuing
anything that does harm. But think of forms of violence that don't
involve one person hurting another--the violence of a storm, for example.
many painters, coomposers, poets, and novelists have found violent storms
to be quite beautiful. Look at the success of the recently published A
PERFECT STORM. But, this makes me wonder what it is about violence in the
storm that makes people think of it as beautiful. Any ideas?