Eyes. The eyes of the desired one. Bespectacled, they ignite aterrible urge to remove the glass obstacle, in which action there is the collapse of the fascination. With or without the prosthesis, eyes can do amazing things. Some eyes seem to look with hooks that embed themselves in the back of your brain and suck out your reason. So much can be said with the eyes, even as they do not speak. And yet they do not say anything reliably. Windows to the soul? Or black holes into which I fall and fall until I cannot feel the weight of my limbs any longer?
In the speech of eyes there lies the truth about all speech: that there exists a gap between what is said and what is heard. In spoken speech, we manage to pretend there is no such gap: it is a matter of survival in the symbolic. But with the eyes, we want so hard to fix the meaning, to comprehend, that we reveal the gaudiness of our desires, our desire to fix meaning at all times.
The eyes are fixed in their sockets, and yet they roam, they come out and capture us, draw us in, retreat again. Few pairs of eyes are very remarkable, and yet all of them have this amazing potential to be cosmically special.
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Sight can indeed distract from the audio information which surrounds us, just as hearing can distract us from looking. But most of us are both blessed and cursed by having full capacity in both our seeing and hearing organs. Balancing the two is something of a juggling act...reading body language while hearing both the content and the tone of speech. I find it a constant challenge, and often experience myself as drowning in the wealth of information that people emit (and/or omit) aurally and visually. In the case of the inspiration for this particular post, my thoughts turned to balancing the verbal message with the visual one. In this particular instance, I think the visual has given me more trouble than the verbal, and - in accordance with the stereotype of these situations - the specific location of my troubles is in those eyes.
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