I would say most modern philosophers shy away from defining truth, beauty or other broad abstracts like freedom, love etc. Wittgenstein famously said it's better to shut up than spin a lot of words that simply end up a tower of Babel.
Best, philosophically, to concentrate on things words can handle.
And as for the Allambra, the world is full of modern wonders, I am typing on one right now.

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And “Thou shalt not” writ over the door,
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore;
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.

- William Blake, "The Garden of Love"

Even if the eye/ear for beauty cannot be taught (which I am not necessarily saying) the workshop wouldn't be pointless if its goal was more about using the tools to shape the "stuff" skillfully in order to match the expectations/vision of the artist.

And besides what Allen said, which was a fair point, maybe Keats wasn't making an algebraic equation as much as saying that the something was connected across these particular distinctions that wasn't being seen or understood as the same "stuff" in some way. Such an idea doesn't collapse all the distinctions in the universe like your suggesting. Why would it.

Some posts in this discussion make me think of the guy on third base who is so busy calculating bat speed, wind velocity, and correct hormonal dosing that he isn't doesn't even realize that baseball is a shamanic ritual involving mitts under the mattress, hot dogs, and Babe Ruth's lucky socks.

Not to get gnarly, but I'd develop Rick's "objective subjectivity" to "interestingly realized objective subjectivity" or "attractively realized objective subjectivity".

(Plato, Clamato! Xenophon (with all his faults) was ten times as well-grounded in reality.)

This may seem off-subject, but sometimes what makes a philosophical discussion "productive" (which could mean many subjective things, but generally I'd define to mean "reaching an understanding more comprehensive—and possibly universal— than what was previously understood") is being grounded in survival issues. That includes survival of the spirit as well as the body. I understood Rick's "academic" crit to refer to discussion removed from existential threat or reality. Comfortable and securely positioned people may have the luxury to think and work out ideas, but there often is a certain edge missing, a comprehensive vision, an impetus or urgency to the development of ideas.

"Beauty" and "truth" are much more vital when seen in the light of great difficulties and painful or harrowing circumstances. Many of the great thinkers had periods of wealth/comfort and periods of extreme hardship. Some hardships can be "inner." Emily Dickinson? Or "personal/social." So a "removed" discussion may seem "academic" whereas great ideas came out of vital, urgent issues which thinkers felt compelled to resolve. Having said that, academic work in no way disqualifies one from reaching a high level of vision...as long as one is challenging comfort zones, whatever they may be.

Excellent point Siham. Grace acquires beauty under pressure. Adversity attends the aesthetic. Some of the aversion to the academic pursuit of poetry derives instinctively I think from this realization.

I have nothing against academics, but didn’t this guy put the point fiendishly well...


The Scholars

Bald heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.
All shuffle there; all cough in ink;
All wear the carpet with their shoes;
All think what other people think;
All know the man their neighbour knows.
Lord, what would they say
Did their Catullus walk that way?

-- WB Yeats

Yes, Michael F., but Yeats also wrote,

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing‐masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enameling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake,
Or set upon on a golden branch to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

And for those irritating briars that bind joys and desires mentioned by Ed, here are some hedge clippers:

“I’m with Seyyed.”

One of my heroes is Kant, I think Wittgenstein had him in mind when he warned not to try to answer everything in one book, (to put it simply) but Kant opened up for me the idea of the categories and I have found those
invaluable.
I'd also mention symbolic logic which is part of philosophy. Studying logic made me far more aware of the spuriousness of many arguments.
I think philosophy stands at the top of the humanities and informs them all,
and it can be very practical, 'necessary and sufficient' is a philosophical nostrum I learnt that I have always thought a good saying to apply in life.

Thanks for the different angle on Yeats, Andrew. That’s a good thing.

One more ‘philosophical’ poem, by WS. There are many of hers I could choose from … I’m a fanboi, I own it.



Utopia

Island where all becomes clear.

Solid ground beneath your feet.

The only roads are those that offer access.

Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.

The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immemorial.

The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.

The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.

If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.

Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.

On the right a cave where Meaning lies.

On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.

Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.

For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.

As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

Into unfathomable life.

--Wislawa Szymborska