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Commentary 16 - On "Blackouts"

sebastianantioch
Oct 13, 2023
2 min read

This poem is interesting, it was a suggestion about writing about finding hope in the dark. Good premise considering this collection’s themeing so I gave it a shot. It’s basically taking the imagery of blackouts and trying to find a light, any sign of progression. It is a bit more reflective on where one has been, trying to find hope after being in darker places. I was in the same place when writing these poems, trying to find the light in the darkness. Something cheesy like that. Anything to keep me going without being stuck in the rut I was in before.


The darkness is easily contaminated. It easily overwhelms you. And I wanted to captivate that feeling of being able to escape that. So the imagery of blackouts is perfect. Here, the illustration of the imagination found with the entire city being turned off allows for the light to be visible far away. It’s like the noise of the world turning off, so that you could see it - the light. This entire year I write this has been me trying to light after betrayal and pain. There were a lot of emotions that I couldn’t shut out. I was angry and I had to unleash those emotions in my poetry but now I am here contemplating what life is there beyond that pain. It’s easy to be caught up in the sadness and pain that you make no dreams or plans for yourself after getting help. It might feel like there isn’t even an “after” to be able to get.


This poem was also a suggestion by someone, about finding light in the dark times. I really like how it turned out. Maybe a bit more mushy than my usual stuff but writing positive things help creates a positive mindset. I'm still learning how to have a positive mindset about things but it's working out so far.


 
 
 

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