Accidental art and writing (a sequel): How does clarity motivate a reader? Resonance

Any serious writer will tell you what clarity really means. It means freedom from encumbrances-encumbrances such as, requiring everyone to be confined to pre-specified space, time, schedule, program, hoards of strange and illogical-irrational man-made rituals, sprouting “causes” which suddenly sprang out seemingly from nowhere like a thick veil of impenitrable fog onto the surface of earth in the plot of a science fiction.

In a well-written science fiction, we look for logic/ration and agreeable values which the readers would see clearly, identify, and read on with empathy/sympathy, often with a confident expectation for good at the end at least. We like positive outcome and reading the flow that would bring it when we finish the reading journey of the book.

Clarity, therefore, is very essential in any written work or a piece of art presentation. Here is a random definition: clarity noun1 the clarity of his account: lucidity, lucidness, clearness, perspicuity, intelligibility, comprehensibility, coherence; simplicity, plainness, explicitness, lack of ambiguity, precision. ANTONYMS  obscurity, vagueness

Someone may argue that an art does not need a clarity like a book does. An art is therefore open to interpretation of the beholder. In the same argument so does a book no matter how clear its plot and sequential flow of argument is. Expanding on this track further, so is life anyway.

Using a photo as an example, we can see the validity of the clarity argument. Are pictures not the same as words? Words, when organized well, tell a good and enjoyable story. So do pictures.

On my washing machine I note a “fuzzy” function button which I don’t use. Somehow I have no use of it.

Random dictionary definition:

a fuzzy picture: blurry, blurred, indistinct; unclear, bleary, misty, distorted, out of focus, unfocused, lacking definition, low resolution, nebulous; ill-defined, indefinite, vague, hazy, imprecise, inexact, loose, woolly. ANTONYMS  clear, sharp

my mind was so fuzzy: confused, muddled, addled, fuddled, befuddled, groggy, disoriented, disorientated, mixed up, fazed, perplexed, dizzy, stupefied, benumbed; foggy, misty, shadowy, blurred. ANTONYMS clear

Back to the other side of the argument. I like the Impressionist art. So I am not against a seemingly somewhat “fuzzy” appearance. I can see clarity in their pictures though. I can see clearly the beauty they present. I realize that a picture/photograph has the advantage that words do not have. A picture visual is a presentation at a glance. Words require time to read and digest. Effective organization of words therefore helps a person’s mind to absolve.

When I am a reader I prefer clarity. Like a good picture, it saves time. So does writing. Nowadays there are AI writers and human writers. If all the words are perfectly organized, all books will read the same. What is the point of reading then? Is that why many turn to watching visual moving pictures that can tell a clear story at a glance?

What motivates me to read is there are human writers too. And human writers are not perfect. And I am human. There is something the AI cannot imitate. Every human has a living spirit. Words written by a human has a spiritual content, which can stir up the special resonance between humans, the writer and the reader.

This is an unedited picture I took at random one afternoon sitting at a window. What can you see?

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their ember glows on…

a glow that glimmersA Glow that still glimmers.

I am fascinated with letter writing. I mean the kind of letters that really matters, both to the writer and the recipient. Not so long ago we all wrote letters. We wrote letters of real words, often with genuine feelings and thoughts. Crossing a rather long causeway one evening I took this picture. Although it was a bit shaky I appreciate the capture for a moment in time which passed and never returned. Letters often depict a moment in time like a picture. Looking through my former drafts for this blog I found the following lyrics written by a legendary poet, songwriter and artist, Leonard Cohen who passed away in 2016 November.  For those who do not know him and are interested in knowing what he was known for during the nearly 50 years of his musical career, “Unmatched in his creativity, insight and crippling candor, Leonard Cohen was a true visionary whose voice will be sorely missed,” said his manager.

Here is how Leonard Cohen writes (and sings) about letter writing and reading. Don’t we all feel the same as the letters writer feels? There is always a silent secret glow in our heart when we write with a passion. I know of someone who used to write one letter a day to his beloved for three and half years in addition to making rather expensive transatlantic phone calls (in those days) until she was accustomed to hearing from him like from a voice inside her and finally told him to marry her. Does the glowing ember of letters die off eventually? I have no answer. Perhaps if the two should meet when they have become really very old they will tell each other. Leonard once had a love in 1960s and when she approached death in July 2016 at 81 he wrote a touching letter to her. He too died shortly after. He was 82.

The Letters by Leonard Cohen

He: You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you’ve got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
You’re reading them again,
The ones you didn’t burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.

I said there’d been a flood.
I said there’s nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.

She: Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.

He and she: You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who’s coming next.

From wikipedia about ember:
An ember is a glowing, hot coal made of greatly heated wood, coal, or other carbon-based material that remain after, or sometimes precede, a fire. Embers…radiate a substantial amount of heat long after the fire has been extinguished…

Read this prayer aloud

Power of God’s word heals.

GateWell Healing School: God's Way of Healing —John 8:32

Read this prayer aloud and let your heart agree with it: Heavenly Father, thank You because You’re my Father and I’m your child. I have been born again. I am born of You. You are my very own Father, and I am Your very own child. Hallelujah! It is written in Your Word that “my God shall supply all my needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus” [Phil. 4:19]. I believe that in my heart. You supply my physical needs – that is, healing for my body – for it is written in Matthew 8:17, “Himself took our infirmities, and bare our sicknesses.” Jesus took my infirmities. He bore my sicknesses. What He bore, I need not bear. Because He bore them. I’m free; I’m healed. I believe that in my heart. I say it with my mouth. It’s mine. I have it now. He meets all…

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beautiful friends

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Friends together

I decide to give the topic Friend another go. It is too good a theme to miss. Here is a picture I took of human and their dogs. It is reassuring to watch how friendly interactions can take place between: human and human, dog and dog, human and dog, nature and creatures. All basking in the backdrop of a beautiful day, a beautiful lake and its beautiful mountain, beautiful sunset, sky and cool breeze that touches the beautiful water before it touches those who stand at the shore. Such a lot of beauty manifests when we are in unthreatening friendship with each other.

Friendship draws thankfulness. Thankful for life. Thankful that we are alive.

A beautiful verse for us to ponder today:

John 15:15 I no longer call you slaves, because a master doesn’t confide in his slaves. Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me. (A love note from Jesus to His friends)