EMPTINESS IS FULL OF NOTHINGNESS

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.

                                               

        

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 ::

Author's Note

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.