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?

a building at a window 2022-01-15

Prais 2022-03-26

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a memory of a lost year with hope

“That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.”*

We have not met for quite a long time and then we get together again from time to time. At time like this, for a year plus now, each gathering of friends in person is rare and precious. We can no longer gather a big group like we used to do, but the few who manage to do so take the bother to come and bring their personal warmth and care to the rest. It is really a time to ponder and consider.

Why did we not value our previous freedom when we were so free to walk about, to drop in as and when the wind brings us and the smell of Spring time stirs us? Last year was a harsh Spring for us all as we were all caught unprepared by the news. We found that we have made promises that we could no longer keep. We thought it would be over soon and some of us had postponed our reunion to Summer, then Fall, and then were crushed by the harsh Winter.

For 365 days, daily I stand at the window for a while, and scan the sky, why? I listen to the whispering silence out there, and ask in quiet response, is this new dawn bringing me a time of joyous connection with a long lost one today? Each dusk I sit quietly giving a passing glance at the world outside the glass panel, undeterred by the futility and weariness of waiting. We are separated by an ocean or two. The ocean is too vast to cross. Yet we do not lose hope.

Not all of us are without bags of ages laden on our feet. Yes, the weariness of time. A year had left us, taking some friends with it. We still call those who remain, in a renewed hope with Spring around the corner of our garden, taking virtual coffee and cookies, a glass of wine or two, singing half-forgotten lyrics with whatever words and phrases we recall from old. Yes, we shall not give up. We are thankful we are still around and available for our old friends. Let us press on to be a season of hope makers for each other, my dear friends. Cheers!

Star and coronal and bell
April underfoot renews,
And the hope of man as well
Flowers among the morning dews. (A. E. Housman, ‘Spring Morning’)

*a quote of A. E. Housman

RDP Wednesday – BONANZA of snow

This was taken on 2020-06-09. I call it a bonanza of snow.

 Bonanza to me means a large amount of something desirable. Snow is a novelty to me. The snow came suddenly in October 2019. I enjoyed having a large amount of snow throughout the period I was there. There were also lovely blue sky sunny days in between. The last snow I encountered was on 9th June, 2020, three days before I left the States and flew off to a sunny country. The sun is good for me, but I do miss the snow.

Praise, 2021-02-03

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/03/rdp-wednesday-bonanza/

Pull Up A Seat: or a bed?

traveler's table
A traveler sometimes just has to make do with the kind of table and seat you wouldn’t expect to see… But I have found them useful for my purpose during a recent fortnight’s visit somewhere.

https://ceenphotography.com/2018/10/31/pull-up-a-seat-photo-challenge-week-7/

https://xingfumama.blog/2018/10/19/pull-up-a-seat-photo-challenge-week-7/