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
“Was this the face that launch’d a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium–
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.–
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!–
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack’d;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear’d to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa’s azur’d arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!”
Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus Act V, Scene I (1604)