Notes on Blindness Page #2
Now...
it will be cloudy, um,
throughout the evening.
Er...
and a big patch of wind on the,
um, satellite picture
just coming over and lots of...
What now?
What next?
I'd learnt how to lecture without notes.
Learnt how to recognise
The cassettes were pouring in faster
than I could read them.
All of that was done.
It was at that point
I realised
that I had to think about blindness
because if I didn't understand it
This is cassette one, track one.
Notes on Blindness
and this is the 21st of June,
After nearly three years of blindness,
I find that the pictures
in the gallery of my mind
have dimmed somewhat.
People and places I know and love so well.
Memories of my early life
spent in Australia.
So I found with great distress
that I could no longer remember easily
what my wife looked like.
Or what my daughter, Imogen, looked like.
I found that memories of photographs
were more easily recaptured.
In the case of my daughter, Imogen,
I have a wide range
Of Thomas, now nearly three,
I have a few very vague impressions
based upon the first six or nine months
of his life
before I lost sight altogether.
And of Elizabeth,
I have no visual memories at all
and never have had.
Just a minute.
I am concerned
to understand blindness,
to seek its meaning,
to retain the fullness of my humanity.
We need to know
what kind of necessity is it.
Is it a psychological necessity?
Is it logical?
Is it a historical necessity?
A note on smiles.
Nearly every time I smile,
I'm conscious of smiling.
I mean, I'm conscious of the movement.
Even, one might say, the effort of smiling.
there is no returning smile.
one's own smiles.
One is sending off dead letters.
Consequently, I can feel myself
stopping smiling.
Or I think I can.
I must ask someone close to me
whether this is true or not.
A note on Thomas' awareness of my blindness.
He sadly wandered off into the mountains,
knowing that he could never look into
the beautiful eyes
of Rapunzel again.
Thomas asked me, "Why was he blind?"
"Because his eyes were poorly."
"My eyes are poorly."
He said to me in a very serious
and probing voice...
"Are you blind?"
"Yes, I am."
"Your eyes are closed."
"Yes, but even when I open my eyes,
I still can't see."
"Can't you see the pictures?"
"I can see the pictures."
"Your eyes aren't poorly."
I put my hand over his eyes
and held his eyes closed.
"Now can you see?" I said.
He said, "No."
"Now?"
"Yes, I can see now."
"Yes, my eyes aren't poorly."
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