In the Valley of the Loire, at Chateau d’Angers, the Apocalypse. A tapistry, image thread by thread, fabric mosaic, here transferred to pixels, and come full circle. Is it the true color? L’envers & l’endroit: I saw the front, faded, old, but now they have revealed the reverse, under the linen backing, and the nearly the full color is there.
The Angel gives the Book to Saint John and commands him to eat it. The word is digested to flesh, after being fixed on parchment. Is this why I read? To eat the book and have it become my reality? Calvino explains “Why we read the classics,” but why do I? Escape, guilty pleasures. Later freshened up with appreciation of literary art. The Book is OF revelation. I see it several times a year at the Cloisters. I’d like to see it every day.
No one will let it go. The Revelation trails us everywhere. The millenium is always being pursued. Even in 1944, in Cat People. Revelation 13:2 “And the beast which I saw was like a leopard,” which, as the zookeeper says, pretty much describes the panther in the cage, or the woman who is the star?
Was 2001: A Space Odyssey a revelation? …and just what is the connection to Dionysius the pseudo-Areopagite and the Negative Theology?
It is so much easier and safer to read, to flow down the river of words into the pseudo-reality, to avoid the stillness of now. Reading keeps me afloat, with my head above water…otherwise, what to do with my time? Aggghh! I would have to be..here..how?