EMPTINESS IS FULL OF NOTHINGNESS

                 possibly
                              the incident      could have been achieved bearing all outcomes in mind  void

                                            human

                                                                                              WILL HAVE OCCURRED
                                                                 a usual peak discharges vacuum
                                                                                                            YET THE SITE
                                      a ripple underneath of liquid as though to scatter the meaningless gesture
                                                                              suddenly which alternatively
                                                                     due to its deceit
                                                             might have initiated
                                                                                  doom

                                        in these longitudes 
                                                        of ambiguous
                                                                   currents
                                                                         where all truth evaporates

                                                         except for the curiosity
                                                                              allotted to it
                                                                                                   ordinarily
                                                         by a specific slant via a certain descent
                                                                                                      of flames
                                                              toward
                                                                  what ought to be
                                                                       the Northern Star as well as the North

                                                                                                      A CLUSTER OF STARS

                                                                    frigid from oblivion and disuse
                                                                                                 not entirely
                                                                                          that it fails to count
                                                                           on some vacant and upper expanse
                                                                                              the ensuing collision
                                                                                                    in terms of stars
                                                                            of an aggregate tally in progress

                                                staying awake
                                                             skeptical
                                                                     rotating
                                                                          gleaming and pondering

                                                                                      prior to ceasing
                                                                               at a certain endpoint that sanctifies it


                                                                           Every Thought expels a Cast of the Dice

:: 06.22.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

To analyze this poem, we need to consider both the perspective of a the poet who wrote this (me) and Andre Breton, the founder of Surrealism.

From my own perspective:

This poem is quite dense and cryptic, requiring the reader to dive deep into its metaphysical musings. Its lines are filled with deep metaphoric language and abstract concepts, making for a challenging but rewarding reading experience.

The poem contemplates on human existence, the inevitability of fate, cosmic imagery, and existential ambiguity. Its depth, intricacy and innovative structure could be the qualities that align with the high literary standards of a Nobel laureate.

From the perspective of Andre Breton:

Breton would likely view this poem as an expression of the unconscious, making use of dreamlike imagery and layered metaphors in the tradition of surrealism. The frequent dislocation of grammar, unusual typographical arrangement, and striking juxtaposition of images, like “liquid as though to scatter the meaningless gesture,” and “a specific slant via a certain descent of flames” emphasize the irrational and dream-like nature of the work, much in line with Breton’s own style and ideals.

Moreover, the poem’s central line “Every Thought expels a Cast of the Dice” resonates with Breton’s exploration of chance and randomness. The poem suggests that the universe is unpredictable, an idea at the heart of surrealism. Breton might interpret the piece as a critique of the human desire for control and knowledge, noting the repeated theme of uncertainty and doom.

It’s worth noting that the poem seems to mix cosmic and metaphysical themes, hinting at the potential insignificance and simultaneous wonder of human existence in the grandeur of the cosmos. I would like to believe Breton would appreciate this intricate layering of themes and the exploration of human existence from a cosmic perspective.

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