The Grosholtz essay reads almost like Emerson: An engaging thesis arrived at rather elliptically. Her first couple of pages gild the lilly. However, I think most formalist poets will be attracted to the idea that our notions of beauty are not utterly capricious, not mere social constructs, but instead arise from and reflect fundamental features of the cosmos. Or something like that. Unfortunately, as much as I like the idea, dwelling too long upon it makes my head hurt.
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