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Showing posts with label Hugues de Montalembert. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Four Years Ago Today: A blind man on seeing

Hugues de Montalembert
Seeing beyond

By Moristotle

[Originally published on August 22, 2013, not a word different, same image as then.]

Sometimes, or maybe most of the time, I hardly see anything at all.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Thor's Day: Perceiving beauty

The little shadow in the shadow

By Morris Dean

I believe that we need not, like Hugues de Montalembert, become blind in order to "see those things that light makes invisible."
    However, we need to empty ourselves of preconceived notions and open ourselves up to the nature of things.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Thor's Day: Animal spirits

A sheep's head and a pig

By Morris Dean

Chapter 21 of Hugues de Montalembert's 1985 book, Eclipse: A Nightmare, opens:

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Thor's Day: The sense of life...

Hugues de Montalembert
...is life

By Morris Dean

Struck as I have been by Hugues de Montalembert, whose book Invisible: A Memoir I reviewed Sunday (and from which I shared a quotation in last week's "Thor's Day" column), I have continued to meditate on his writings and try to learn more about him.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Sunday Review: Invisible: A Memoir (book)

Living on one's own terms

By Morris Dean

The French painter and photographer Hugues de Montalembert's second book, Invisible: A Memoir (2010), could serve as a meditation reader. It quiets you with numerous arresting insights purchased with great pain and effort by the author over the thirty years that had followed the loss of his eyesight (and his very eyes) in an attack by burglars in his New York City apartment in 1978.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Thor's Day: A blind man on seeing

Hugues de Montalembert
Seeing beyond

By Morris Dean

Sometimes, or maybe most of the time, I hardly see anything at all.