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Anti-Icon?
Standing between us and somewhere in our language where no words are spoken those icon figures, dumb, on their flat surfaces speak of something that cannot be said. They are that contradiction: a concrete abstraction. Then I look at Blake's picture of Eve and Adam under the tree that appears to be raining apples down upon them, while Eve, writhed in a snake, eats one as Adam looks away: I'm there with them in that garden , no paradise but somewhere I might stand and shiver, naked, as they are. The edges of the printed page unframed they bleed into our world and are one with us. |
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