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The ugly is an attitude.
The core of the ugly is violently political.
When you decide to show the ugly you want to draw the attention to it. And often the ugly is the visible side of evil — misery, injustice, war. The beautiful is not denied, but the ugly one is not silent either. There is no strategy of alienation that distances it, it is matter of the Real.
The ugly is almost literally the bad, even because the ugly is the impossibility of being beautiful, in that sense, it is the imperfect and shows our incompetence to do well. We recognize in him an objective vehicle of feeling, as if he were in the genesis of our consciousness.
Misery, injustice, war are safe passport to the atrocious suffering, that make us horribly ugly beings.
From this coercive ugliness is born a fury towards the Real.
This fury of the ugly is an act of Liberty!
