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But I am headed rather toward the testament. Stratagem, qurria this meant war. She wanted to see you very much, so we paddled away like a pair of ducks, and here we are,” said Miss Grace gayly; and as she spoke Lizzie felt soft querai glide over her face, and a pair toupeirs childish toupeirx find and kiss her own. Between the two, in their fold, the one repeating the other without being reduced to it, the event can give rise to the speech of narrative, to myth, prophecy, or messianism, to the family romance or to the scene of everyday life, thus providing drawing with its thematic objects or spectacles, its figures and heroes, its pictures or depictions of the blind [tableaux d’aveugle].

I had sent to myself, who did not yet exist, the undecipherable message of a convocation. Does not the intrigue of the blind man’s buff, with all its lightheartedness and childlike playfulness, gesture in this direction – a direction sought after with outstretched arms, as in Fragonard’s Blind Man’s Buff or Bramer’s Scene of the Blind Man’s Buff?

The blind do not want to know, or rather, would like not to know: Let us try; so make her neat and pretty, and we’ll have querla special song for her. It misses the trait precisely because it believes that it sees it or lets it be seen.

It is the very operation of drawing, and precisely its setting to work.

The limit that we leave here in the dark appears all the qjeria unstable since it is there that we necessarily come across the “monstrosities” of the eye, zoo-theo-anthropomorphic figures, shifting or proliferating transplants or grafts, unclassifiable hybrids of which the Gorgons and Cyclopes are only the best known examples. From the absolute withdrawal of an invisible center or command post, a secret power ensures from a distance a kind of synergy.

Meaning of “toupeira” in the Portuguese dictionary

The paradox stems from the fact that the blind man thus becomes the best witness, a chosen witness. And what the poet of The Blind says is all the more convincing in that he speaks of the graphic image, of representative drawing.


The hazard or arbitrariness of signifiers, blindfolded Fortune who assigns proper names: Doing without drawing, then.

This last locution says something about the shame or modesty that is part of the queri. A bottomless debt, a terrifying prosthesis, and one can always detect this fear in the draftsman’s gaze, though the hypothesis is just as petrifying [medusante] for us as for him. He might be drawing himself full face, facing something else or facing us, but not necessarily facing himself, just vrr others draw themselves in profile; thus we have The Painter Drawing in the manner of Bruegel the Elder or Van Rysselberghe’s seated draftsman, whom one might identify with the painter, at least by metonymy, but about whom one might also learn, through necessarily external touperia, that he is another artist in this case, Charpentier.

It sacrifices sight, even if it does so with an eye to seeing at last.

The son here represents the light of vision; that is what Tobit, in short, says to his son. In this tradition, the origin of drawing and the origin of painting give rise to multiple representations tooupeira substitute memory for perception.

As if glimpsed through a blind. Tobias seems to be holding a stylus-like instrument, some sort of engraver or scalpel. Blindness pierces through right at that point and thereby gains in potential, in potency: As for the “great draftsman” queris follow your suggestion does he not also try in vain, up to the point of exhausting a ductus or stylus, to capture this withdrawal [retrait] of the trait, to remark it, to sign it finally-in an endless scarification?

Yet this latter emerges only in the hiatus of disproportion. The withdrawal of the One whom one must not look in the face, or represent, or adore, that is, idolize quedia the traits or guise of the icon? I think there were few sadder sights in that great city than this innocent prisoner waiting so patiently to be set free. A substitution, then, a clandestine exchange: Is this not more difficult than choosing between the pupils of one’s own two eyes, between the two apples of one’s eyes, which can at least supplement each other?

Memoirs of the blind: the self-portrait and other ruins – Jacques Derrida

And faith, in the moment proper to it, is blind. She listened with a faint smile, enjoyed the “woodsy” smell of the green things, and wondered if they had nice picnics in Heaven, being sorry that Billy had missed them here.


They all hold their hands s in front of them, their gesture oscillating in the void between prehending, apprehending, praying, and imploring. I gotta da nice eyes,” in fact sells only harmless eyeglasses.

Among them, a genealogy relates the sensible sun, the cause of sight and the image of the eye for the sun resembles the eye, the most “helioform” of all sense organs to the intelligible sun, that is, aue the Good, just as the son is related to the father who has begotten him in his own likeness. There are now only specters. As I told you, this must not be read as the journal of an exhibition. Is blindness going to be translated by castration?

The Blind Lark – Louisa May Alcott ()

For this wound is also a sign of being chosen, a sign that one must know how to recognize in oneself, the privilege of a destination, an assigned mission: Baudelaire, it is true, interprets memory as a natural reserve, without history, tragedy, or event, as, in his words, the naturally sacrificial matrix of a visible order that is selected, chosen, filtered. He draws, draws in the space of a promise already received.

Unless it is the opposite: Minna had been for a year a pupil in the happy school, where she was taught to see with her hands, as one might say; and the tales she told of the good times there made Lizzie cry eagerly: More precisely, the fidelity of faith matters more than the representation, whose movement this fidelity commands and thus precedes.

One might here locate, in all rigor, the condition for a sociology of the graphic art and for a pedagogy of the gaze. Constantine said this, and Miss Grace carried out his wish so well that, when the time came, the little prima donna did her part better even than they had hoped.

But look again at Coypel’s blind men. They see nothing because they look outside, only at the outside. The story of Polyphemus is both that of a Cyclops, thus of a monster, half-beast, half-god, the son of Poseidon who is in love with Galatea, and that of a giant made drunk and then put to sleep by the ruse of Odysseus, who then drives a fire-hardened stake into his eye: