Commentaries on Bob Cobbing - The Argotist Online
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shadow of something desired.<br />
<strong>Bob</strong> had never heard that story and was interested, especially because three people who did not<br />
know each other that well had seen it simultaneously; and we talked about various aspects of<br />
visi<strong>on</strong> as we had experienced them.<br />
Somewhere in that discussi<strong>on</strong>, <strong>Bob</strong> said, ‘I went blind the other day; well, I lost my sight for a<br />
while’.<br />
It was such an unexpected thing for him to say that I did not quite comprehend it. And perhaps<br />
that is another example of a brain tending to reject what it had not expected to receive.<br />
Did you? I asked, hanging <strong>on</strong> to what I knew he had said; and he said yes, but it was all right now;<br />
and he steered the c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong> back to where it had been. I imagine that we were drinking tea;<br />
but that’s all it is, imagining: I d<strong>on</strong>’t remember.<br />
We drifted <strong>on</strong> to colour, something we worried at from time to time, as we practised it from time<br />
to time, and <strong>Bob</strong> more than I. And, from there, different percepti<strong>on</strong>s of colour, depending <strong>on</strong> the<br />
number and quality of receptors in body or machine. Not that either of us really knew much about<br />
that.<br />
Who knew, I asked, what either of us was seeing? What hope of knowing if the percepti<strong>on</strong> were<br />
c<strong>on</strong>sistent?<br />
Just now, said <strong>Bob</strong>, out of <strong>on</strong>e of his eyes, everything was blue or blueish; and then we went <strong>on</strong> to<br />
say what he could see in colour terms out of the other eye; but oddly I have no recollecti<strong>on</strong> of what<br />
that was. I had been overwhelmed by the menti<strong>on</strong> of blue, because there wasn’t very much blue in<br />
that room, except as an element of more complex colour, as there will be in any room.<br />
This somewhat overpowering blueness had arrived after his temporary loss of sight and was<br />
gradually fading as what he remembered to be normality of visi<strong>on</strong> returned.<br />
He had been going up the stairs. You entered the home downstairs and went upstairs to the living<br />
area, where we were while we were talking. Downstairs were the toilet/bathroom and the two<br />
work areas, <strong>on</strong>e for <strong>Bob</strong>, centred <strong>on</strong> his photocopier, and <strong>on</strong>e for Jennifer.<br />
Half way up, he said, his sight went.<br />
I asked what he did and he said that he stood still, holding the recent output of the photocopier,<br />
which was both his working tool and printing machine. He had been going to look at what he had<br />
d<strong>on</strong>e in the light from the kitchen window.<br />
I asked him what he felt while he stood there waiting to find out what would happen and he said ‘I<br />
thought: How am I going to get this bloody poem finished?’.<br />
I do not doubt that; but there must have been other emoti<strong>on</strong>s.