Bright Colors Falsely Seen: Synaesthesia and the Search for Transcendental Knowledge

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Yale University Press, 1 ian. 1998 - 225 pagini
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In a conversation with his physician, a nineteenth-century resident of Paris who lived near the railroad described sensations of brilliant color generated by the sounds of trains passing in the night. This patient - a synaesthete - experienced "color hearing" for letters, words, and most sounds. Synaesthesia, a phenomenon now known to science for more than a century, is a rare form of perception in which one sense may respond to stimuli received by other senses. This fascinating book provides the first historical treatment of synaesthesia and a closely related mode of perception called eideticism. Kevin Dann discusses divergent views of synaesthesia and eideticism of the past hundred years and explores the controversies over the significance of these unusual modes of perception.

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The Fascination with Synaesthesia
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Synaesthesia
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The Meaning of Synaesthesia Is Meaning
65
Synaesthesia Eideticism
94
Vladimir Nabokovs Eidetic Technique
120
The Redemption of Thinking
165
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Pagina 99 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls...
Pagina 122 - I am not an ordinary - I am the one among you who is alive - Not only are my eyes different, and my hearing, and my sense of taste - not only is my sense of smell like a deer's, my sense of touch like a bat's - but, most important, I have the capacity to conjoin all of this in one point.
Pagina 8 - I turn my eyes to the Schools & Universities of Europe And there behold the Loom of Locke whose Woof rages dire Washd by the Water-wheels of Newton. black the cloth In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation...
Pagina 123 - I present a fine case of colored hearing. Perhaps "hearing" is not quite accurate, since the color sensation seems to be produced by the very act of my orally forming a given letter while I imagine its outline. The long a of the English alphabet (and it is this alphabet I have in mind farther on unless otherwise stated) has for me the tint of weathered wood, but a French a evokes polished ebony.
Pagina 50 - If there were such a thing as inspiration from a higher realm, it might well be that the neurotic temperament would furnish the chief condition of the requisite receptivity.
Pagina 146 - I am afraid to get mixed up with Plato whom I do not care for, but I do think that in my case it is true that the entire book, before it is written, seems to be ready ideally in some other, now transparent, now dimming, dimension, and my job is to take down as much of it as I can make out and as precisely as I am humanly able to.

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