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The Perspectived text
The Riddle of the Eye and the Subject
Edward Hopper’s paintings immersed into analytical perspective of Roland Barthes
Translated from Croatian by Marijana Pasarić
A story inspired by a chess game played in 1620, during The Age of the Beloveds...
The Text is performing its path making the tricky moves of the two chess masters GG and NN.
The chess game is to be followed here and HERE.
Miscellaneous Game (1620) · King's Gambit: Accepted. Bishop's Gambit Greco Variation (C33) · 1-0
Pay my respects to:
Andrews, Walter G., and Mehmet Kalpaklı. The Age of Beloveds. Love and the Beloved in early-modern Ottoman and European culture and society. Durham and London: Duke University Press. 2005
On April 20st, 2016, as I removed the previous text, this title occurred here out of the blue: December 31st, 1969.
What an earth has happened then? Why does it want to be narrated? I will let you know soon. Momentary, I don't know it either, it has just knocked at my door.
Next notion. As I wrote that the December 31st, 1969 is about to be narrated on April 20st, 2016, the date of the post changed automatically and all of a sudden into April 26th, 2016. I suppose it wants to tell me I have six days to write it. All right. So be it.
Wind was accompanied by laughter. They couldn’t believe their sight either. Far away from the sea-shore they were swinging easily in a yellow rowboat. They were waiting for hours, with no patience left in their pockets. Each sunny hour they would drop a nutshell in the ocean. Nutshell would continue swinging on small coming waves. They would follow it until they lost it from their sights, until it touched the horizon. Then it would stop moving, just at the point of horizon. They were dropping more and more nutshells and all of them seemed to stop there, exactly at the horizon line.
Slowly it transformed into a nutshell horizon line. Even more slowly nutshells began to sprout. Dozens of roots came out of the nutshells. Gentle fragile young roots continued growing into the deepness of the oceans. Dark blue roots diving into the unknown area of the ocean, carrying persistence of a new born life. As the roots were traveling, they grew thicker and nutshells eventually crumbled up. Parts of nutshells floated at the ocean surface in all directions. They could feel waves of laughter approaching with warm ocean wind. Some of them floated near by the yellow rowboat. As these floating parts were getting closer, they could discern outlines of other rowboats. In those rowboats were people inside too! They were laughing like mad. They floated and were laughing crazy up to the sky in the ocean between the horizon lines. Their crazy laughter initiated a pleasurable oceanquake which created more waves. All of a sudden they were surrounded by former nutshell floating laughing pieces rowboats. At the edges of their sight, dark blue roots grew so big and apparently became trees. How splendid, they taught, oceantrees! People in the rowboats around them still laughed and laughed and laughed… A laughter choir! It seemed laughter would last eternally, and it almost did, until the moment when it suddenly stopped. And it all stopped at the same moment, not a sound of laughter was heard dropping from the ocean. Just waves and movements of the rowboats, their creaking and rocking. Until everything became still, people in rowboats didn’t move. Pleasured by silence they started leaving their rowboats and approached the oceantrees. One by one, they disappeared in treetops and traveled into the depths of the deep.
Oceantrees were swinging in the waves… since then no one was really sure if the waves are rooted in the trees or the oceantrees move according to the waves. People who were dropping nutshells continued swinging in their yellow rowboat. They were just watching, oh, for how for long they were just watching…
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