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posted on May, 28 2016 @ 06:02 PM
“From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's all
There was to it. No more than a solemn waking
To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly,
A time between times, a flowerless funeral. No more than that
Except for the feeling that this piece of the storm,
Which turned into nothing before your eyes, would come back,
That someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say:
"It's time. The air is ready. The sky has an opening.”
― Mark Strand, A Piece of the Storm
Besides name-calling being the basest forms of propaganda, since when did “snowflake” become a reasonable pejorative to any self-respecting human
being? I happen to love snow, so it troubles me that every time the supple yet crystalline word graces a sentence, it is used to describe a person
with less-than-noble character.
It certainly isn’t because the people described are unique or have a delicate symmetry. Given the conformity and crookedness of the tendencies
described, they seem to possess the exact opposite of those qualities. We end up insulting snowflakes more than anything else. What did the snowflake
ever do to you?
And since when did it become fashionable to use beautiful words which usually describes beautiful things to speak about ugliness? I must have missed
something. Maybe it is a result of post-modernism, or some strange hipster irony, where we use the most diaphanous words to describe what is most
coarse.
A tribute to our arbitrariness, I suppose. It is just as meaningful to call someone a leaf or a wave or a gust of wind. I don’t follow; but it seems
a matter of common sense that in moments when we lose our honor, and calling people names is our last resort, a more apt, more meaningful and more
descriptive term could be used, so that our reason doesn’t disappear with our dignity. Maybe something with a little more bite to it, at least so it
no longer sounds as if our arguments, and now our insults, have becomes as soft and as weightless as a snowflake.