avatarDionne Charlet

Summary

The web content reflects on the resilience of human creativity and poetic expression amidst the turmoil of the year 2020.

Abstract

The article titled "The lingering of poetics and human nature in the chaos of 2020" under the section "Vestigial Focus" presents a poignant meditation on the enduring nature of art and humanity in the face of adversity. Accompanied by a captivating image of a blue eye, edited with Bazaart, the text delves into the emotional landscape of the author. It describes a journey from a convulsive state toward a transformative ether, symbolized by the act of pulling thread from a napkin. The author grapples with the concept of 'nevers' and the permanence they impose, juxtaposing it against the fleeting nature of a blush. The narrative then shifts to an image of being upswept into a state of tranquility, likened to a thornless rose, which serves as an emblem of peace. Finally, the content culminates in the author's emergence from the earth, spurred by the prevalent hate to bloom with reservations, seeking a new order to replace the current sense of doom with a more inviting chaos.

Opinions

  • The author views the chaos of 2020 as a catalyst for a deeper, more introspective form of creativity.
  • There is an underlying belief in the transformative power of art to overcome adversity and find beauty in despair.
  • The text suggests a tension between the permanence of certain experiences ('nevers') and the ephemeral nature of human emotions (a blush).
  • The use of natural imagery (e.g., 'rose braided thornless') implies a yearning for peace and a return to simpler, more fundamental human values.
  • The author seems to harbor qualms about the current state of affairs but remains hopeful for a future that transcends the present 'doom'.

The lingering of poetics and human nature in the chaos of 2020.

Vestigial Focus

Photo by Dionne Charlet — My husband’s blue eye behind the rim of his glasses, edited with Bazaart.

En route to the oven in a cadmium sheath, I convulse toward the ether and pull thread from my nap while the nevers forever me in the stroke of a blush.

Mangled, I am upswept into the follicular naught of a rose braided thornless worn as a precursor for peace.

I erupt from the earth triggered to petal by the cavalcade of hate yet I blossom with qualms for a November of scope to supplant this doom with a beckoning chaos.

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