tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post2547947674196440773..comments2024-02-19T20:45:03.110-05:00Comments on Red Mug, Blue Linen : Window, obligationLaurenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-74451429979017006122011-09-01T11:27:32.631-04:002011-09-01T11:27:32.631-04:00Among the premature postings at this blog, this on...Among the premature postings at this blog, this one will claim innocent but honourable mention, I don't doubt. The idea-in-progress is distinctly this: not that memory is a window, but that memory operates with a window, which I think everyone can pretty well accept, simple-minded as the concept is. Seeing behind (i.e., through) windows sets up a perceptual and also a cognitive experience which one would have to be Wittgensteinishly strict with oneself not to analogise in feeling, to the operation of memory. The act also tends to free that impression.<br /><br />Now, corner windows: Yes! I would be very interested to know, however, if protection and division are reduced or enhanced or unaffected, by glazing at right angles. Thank you for coming forward to volunteer this experiernce. I note, however, there is no clafoutis ..Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-46715174709956239242011-09-01T09:17:39.120-04:002011-09-01T09:17:39.120-04:00Windows as a portal to memory, or rather reflecti...Windows as a portal to memory, or rather reflection. Interesting thought, observation.<br /><br />I love the corner windows in my apartment. I stand there to watch the world, to distinguish here from there, me from them. Windows for me are more a divider; yes, behind which I am protected.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-53848353210371923652011-09-01T06:38:22.738-04:002011-09-01T06:38:22.738-04:00Since your viewing of this entry, it has been edit...Since your viewing of this entry, it has been edited to include the villa within the villa (a design exhibit in Milan) and the final portrait, a self-portrait by a young student.Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-3012032195628236732011-09-01T05:37:51.988-04:002011-09-01T05:37:51.988-04:00Trying to see is the most important thing. It can ...Trying to see is the most important thing. It can never be done well enough, I believe, but trying is what matters. Thank youAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07748575002935939688noreply@blogger.com