Kyriakos
07-28-2014, 08:27 AM
I was later asked to prepare a second article, which in the end was also accepted and will be printed soon :D
And i translated the one already printed, if anyone feels like having a look at what it was about:
"Why would one read?
It is customary- and regarded as evidently correct- to encourage the reading of books. But what is the use of this, and is any benefit resulting from reading to be specified?
It appears that- much like on other matters as well- on the issue of reading books the process through which a reader shall form a more clear opinion about the value of that which he read is a gradual one, and the effect of conscious or unconscious comparison between his new readings and those of the past. In time he will be also developing a far more specific fondness for particular types of books. A new reader has not yet come to set his own axis of interest in regards to the sentences he is viewing by one author or another: in that he is much like a pupil in the elementary school years, who certainly has to first learn to draw lines, and may be very surprised by noticing the paradoxical forms of a spiral...
Reading, however, is not a responsibility which is forced on one by means of a threat that he may be graded negatively. Nor through an allusion to claims that a life lacking in reading is worthy of contempt. One reads- and continues to do so- on account of discovering thoughts which enrich him, or is drawn in the glowing light of a description which urges his memory and his own creation of an extension to what he just read.
Everyone seeks to express something, not only the writer of the lines, but also their reader. And it is the reader who often illuminates the text in his own manner which leads to the discovery of elements within that even its own author did not have consciously in his mind while forming those passages, but perhaps they can even be said to be more crucial as an understanding of what had been written.
One does read, in the end, not out of some will to learn of the views of the author, but (whether he realizes it or not) due to searching for his own private, deeper thoughts, and those hidden emotions which are now set in motion again by a part of the text. And while he is reading those bits, the text itself can seem as if it was in reality not a progression of lines, but a living archer who calls the reader to stand next to him, and now throws an easy-to-observe arrow so as to hit that one target which the reader had been looking for since so long ago... and perhaps having forgotten about it in the meantime.
A book which is of importance to one is already providing him with a pleiad of abilities to ponder on everything he has up to now carried with him in his thoughts, up to this moment. As if he was walking up to that point always parallel to a high wall, but now has discovered a door on that barrier, it is very evidently the sensible conclusion that he would continue reading such a book: equally sensible as it would have been for the walker by the wall barrier to now approach all the more, and touch that gate which leads to other realms of his own, personal internal garden."
And i translated the one already printed, if anyone feels like having a look at what it was about:
"Why would one read?
It is customary- and regarded as evidently correct- to encourage the reading of books. But what is the use of this, and is any benefit resulting from reading to be specified?
It appears that- much like on other matters as well- on the issue of reading books the process through which a reader shall form a more clear opinion about the value of that which he read is a gradual one, and the effect of conscious or unconscious comparison between his new readings and those of the past. In time he will be also developing a far more specific fondness for particular types of books. A new reader has not yet come to set his own axis of interest in regards to the sentences he is viewing by one author or another: in that he is much like a pupil in the elementary school years, who certainly has to first learn to draw lines, and may be very surprised by noticing the paradoxical forms of a spiral...
Reading, however, is not a responsibility which is forced on one by means of a threat that he may be graded negatively. Nor through an allusion to claims that a life lacking in reading is worthy of contempt. One reads- and continues to do so- on account of discovering thoughts which enrich him, or is drawn in the glowing light of a description which urges his memory and his own creation of an extension to what he just read.
Everyone seeks to express something, not only the writer of the lines, but also their reader. And it is the reader who often illuminates the text in his own manner which leads to the discovery of elements within that even its own author did not have consciously in his mind while forming those passages, but perhaps they can even be said to be more crucial as an understanding of what had been written.
One does read, in the end, not out of some will to learn of the views of the author, but (whether he realizes it or not) due to searching for his own private, deeper thoughts, and those hidden emotions which are now set in motion again by a part of the text. And while he is reading those bits, the text itself can seem as if it was in reality not a progression of lines, but a living archer who calls the reader to stand next to him, and now throws an easy-to-observe arrow so as to hit that one target which the reader had been looking for since so long ago... and perhaps having forgotten about it in the meantime.
A book which is of importance to one is already providing him with a pleiad of abilities to ponder on everything he has up to now carried with him in his thoughts, up to this moment. As if he was walking up to that point always parallel to a high wall, but now has discovered a door on that barrier, it is very evidently the sensible conclusion that he would continue reading such a book: equally sensible as it would have been for the walker by the wall barrier to now approach all the more, and touch that gate which leads to other realms of his own, personal internal garden."