A touch prophet
Sahand Iranmehr
There are things in life that are tactile. It’s like someone telling you: I’m fine, then you take his hands and see how cold they are, and the pulse that stops and the tension that trembles. Touch is more than what the eyes see. Although the eyes are the ruler of the body, but where the speech is close, where the speech comes from a deeper understanding than a vivid and vivid imagination, touch is the entrance to all those things that appear to be blocked.
In this photo, the woman on the right is Helen Keller. The same famous #Helen_Keller. The blind and deaf woman whose correct understanding of tactile language Mrs. Sullivan made her without eyes flow like a boiling stream in her palms so that she could hear and see with these hands as much as you and I have never seen or heard. The man on the left is Chaplin, the offended and down-to-earth muse, the savior of people’s wanderings in the midst of despair and suffering, who cleaves a rougher sea with his cane. The input he chose to understand the world was not through the ears because the cinema of his time was silent, it was not tactile, everything was through the eyes.
Chaplin’s words open their way from the smile of me and you, but they targeted the hidden pains and sufferings of a person and became the language of the body in the twists and turns of the body. In the pleasure that this image gives to a person, the first question may be that in this exciting and spectacular moment, which of these two people understood the other better?
Chaplin, who translated suffering into laughter with those cheerful and unrestrained movements to prove that crying means one pain and laughter means a thousand and one pains, or Helen Keller, who by touching and following the traces of those wrinkles and that hollow temple , the small and bony face and that slender body have touched the genius of his time more than anyone else?! I think that Chaplin saw suffering, perseverance and determination in this woman, and that smile may be the result of this compound understanding, Helen Keller, however, with that idea of the greatness of the name of a famous genius, touched something different and more shocking. And in matching this contrast, he may have thought of a common language of people who find the blistering of their old pains in the occasional laughs that Charlie caused them to be more painful, more ridiculous, and of course, maybe, maybe more tolerable.
Photo Caption: Helen Keller, blind and deaf American author with Chaplin, 1919
Chaplin’s text
Helen Keller’s birthday
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