From Fusion to Confusion

I guess you can tell from my title how I felt towards this week’s readings. When I read the titles, I assumed I was going to experience a clear and straightforward story. But by now, I should know that in this subject I really can’t judge a book by its cover. Starting with Reconstructing Mayakovsky, I didn’t understand what I was getting myself into and nothing changed by the time I felt I was done with the story. I say “felt” because there was no beginning, no end. I ended the story when I just gave up, wondering where it was leading. It was up in the air, like the stars on the black screen. It was set in a Russian futuristic era, but I couldn’t visualize any elements that screamed Russian futurism to me. In order to join the Revolution Nostalgia Disco Theater (after clicking Theater), it told me that the three primary sources of inspiration were love, art and revolution. I couldn’t comprehend what context that was being given in, even though I received a PDF of an invitation to this disco theater. I would say the only thing I liked was the quote presented on top of the screen: “There he is that great browed quiet scientist, before the experiment, furrowing his brow. Name searching – a book- The Whole Earth its title-list. The Twentieth Century. Whom to resurrect now? There’s Mayakovsky here. Let’s find someone brighter- This poet’s not handsome enough. Reject.” Even though I couldn’t find the deeper meaning in this, the syntax of it created a magic in itself. I didn’t need more. I felt satisfied.

I felt more connected to Letters to Linus in the sense that it was an emphasis on prose and poetry using the unique graphic of a hypercube. I was presented with an open cube with various phrases, that seemed interesting to me. I began with “away the sun,” in which the “language is the most powerful tool in the world.” I loved it. It is the most powerful tool. From language stems communication, writing, reading; all the skills needed to advance and grow in life, both mentally and emotionally. Then, “shut up the revolution,” where “your mind is a construct of the world. Your imagination is an illusion.” Do we see what we want to see? Are there facts, or does the world revolve around opinions? The writer talks about buying English. Is language something to buy? Is English the product that defines literacy and intelligence, making its value expensive? As I progressed, I decided to “blow off language,” where helicopters were used “to overfly target sectors, dropping poems warning of the evils of poverty.” There was a civil war between literacy and an illiterate population, fighting to prevent poverty to become a determining factor of a person’s future. I chose to “lock in my feelings,” in which the writer asked “you believed you had a unique and complicated mind, would you feel outside of history, outside of society?” There’s nothing wrong to to be different, to be complicated, to be atypical; that’s what makes us all the same.

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I “cut out the public,” where the author demanded to “squeeze poetry from stones, earth, flesh; out of trash cans, cardboard boxes, abandoned basements, sewer grates…” Poetry is everywhere and it can be pulled out from the most beautiful of places and the most unimaginable. I ended to “break down resistance,” saying “I am trying to run to you, the Earth said, but I just go around in circles, year after year.” The relationship between the Sun and the Earth, in which this planet of life is desirous of becoming one with the ball of fire, wanting to illuminate itself with the warmth and light. I ended to “take away the sun,” only to be taken back to the beginning. Just like when the Earth starts a new year around the Sun, going around in circles. After reading these phrases, I really enjoyed but I couldn’t understand the connection between each section. It seemed disconnected, each individual side of the cube being a story in itself. For me, it was an overall experience that concluded with mixed emotions. Each story had its own flavor of fusion, but in the end, the fusion soon turned to confusion.

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