For your eyes only

Since the literate revolution, we have been reading texts alone, casting eyes, scanning, glancing, skimming, pointing, murmuring, verbalising, humming, letting the inner voice take over, creating the space, renting out the time, bringing back voices, adding our own to the ensembles of the past, but doing it alone, ruminating alone, chewing solo, despite the paradox of the same signs, same letters being read differently by everyone, differently every time, a technical skill no doubt, but an experience above all, the one experience which cannot be mediated any further, and cannot be overcome by any type of advanced technology, however much we dream of reading without reading, of touching books and taking them in, cutting curners, burning stages, leaving words and lines out, running like a cursor which means runner in Latin, stumbling and not stopping, always in a hurry to reach the end of the line, the terminus which is not really a terminus as there is always a catch at the end, the beginning of another experience which will require your eyes, your ears, your whole body which aches differently with each paragraph, a mission only ofor you, a text tailor-made though widely available to anyone with a pair of eyes and time to offer, the generous reader in search of an odyssey, outside or within, near or far, thisworldly or otherworldly, but nevertheless here and now, on the page, for all of us but for your eyes only.

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  1. Thank you for this nice text. I saw this amazing sculpture in the museum of Selestat, near Strasbourg but I can’t remember what it is and where it comes from. Could you remind me please ?

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    1. Thank you for your comment! I’m afraid I haven’t taken a note of the exact description. I remember it was part of a 13th/14th- century sculptural suite representing the Resurrection. The head belonged to one of the sleeping guards outside the Tomb. I hope this helps.

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      1. Thank you for the quick answer ! I will try to find more references about this mysterious smiling dreamer.  Emmanuelle 

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