the ways of seeing it is also a book by English art critic John
Berger they should be recognised as the ways
that perhaps most men see women
he wasnt
a woman so he couldnt possibly speak for them but intransigent in his thinking was that men and women were human
beings and their sex didnt separate them terribly therefore if he had a perception he was keen
women would have that perception too
he remembered a girl he knew as teenager who taught him how to slow down
Slow down woudja?
Slower. so she could cum with him he thought only guys came she was as every bit as randy and ribald
as he
Berger wrote of the European nude
he had to pay attentionhed never
been outside America except for sailing
Berger wrote . . . the European nude . . . a series of conventions
revolving around men and their fantasies and power . . . (they,) the principal
protagonist(,) is never painted. He is the spectator in front of the picture .
. . Everything is addressed to him. Everything must appear to be the result of
his being there. It is for him that the figures assumed their nudity . . . This
is the guiding principle in pornography. The female subject WOW allowed subject stature
the object of desire, does not confront the viewer with a will of her own. She
is, rather, a mirror enlarging CLEVER
and reflecting the viewer back to himself.
that was certainly a way of seeing
he wondered what Berger would say
about vaulted imaginations who with their eyes closed can see and perhaps see better than if they actually saw
for that is a
way of seeing too
he used gimmicks and drugs to see
differently used mirrors and glass which
threw hard and ethereal reflections he
used other people to tell him what they sawwhich was experimental and frightening because they rarely saw beyond what they saw he imbibed
wore different cloth and fabric blindfolds to colour or obscure his vision
limiting it forcing his other senses to reason and inform
his eyes
as a kid he laid on the threadbare
livingroom carpet feeling the coarse mat on his bare arms or legs with the
sun through a window magnifiedwarming himturning him to soft butter or laid outdoors in the grass halving
his vision with a cloudy sky and shimmering leaves in the crown of a black walnut
or pear or plum tree
What are you doing? his mother or father
Im watchi . .
.
. You’re doing nothing. Why don’t you get up and do something constructive?
asif developing his perceptionshis
seeing wasnt constructive
Move, or I’ll move you.
he didnthe was too curious how
they were going to force him to move it accompaniedpunctuated by their accusation YOU’RE LAZY!
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