What do you read, my lord?
Words, words, words.
What is the matter, my lord?
I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
you could go backward.
[Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method
From Hamlet Act II Scene 2.
BTW – I really, really hate the Block Editor.
I have found my way back to the classic editor, but I have not figured out how to now create a new post using it as a default setting. Sometimes easy to use digital instructions can be a bit asemic.
“The media are responsible for the majority of the observations and experiences from which we build up our personal understandings of the world and how it works. Much of our view of reality is based on media messages that have been pre-constructed and have attitudes, interpretations, and conclusions already built in. Thus the media, to a great extent, give us our sense of reality.” — Medialit.org
Source: Internet Archive
“If the media provides us with much of the material upon which we build our picture of reality, each of us finds or ‘negotiates’ meaning according to individual factors: personal needs and anxieties, the pleasures or troubles of the day, racial and sexual attitudes, family and cultural background, moral standpoint, and so forth.” — Medialit.org
how do I read this face? – broken cubomania pieces of mass media consumption fragmented into appeals desires longings pleas claims values beliefs ideologies cut corners unevenly joined to context and meaning – the gaze the look glamour bewitchment bamboozled by beauty created with magical make-up artistry in light & shadow in the photographer’s lens digitally transformed a kiss from lips revealed cleavage leaves you guessing connecting the dots filling the squares looking for clues circling the words that you try to read between the lines of uncertainty