The Bluest Eye commentary

 

“The Bluest Eye” was riveting and provoking. It caused my mind to ache and my neck to stiffen. Toni Morrison’s words are large translucent cells, once you enter the heaven or hell of them, you stand there, transfixed gazing out at the real world with disinterested eyes. The compact bacchanalia of many black somebodies’ sorrowful, brain washed, conditioned lives, pushes you to the brink of insanity. You know this woman , this deranged soul , this dipsomaniac ; you have heard stories of him from your wisening mother , which she heard from her grandmother, because, her own mother was a victim , similar to those of Morrison’s silken embroidery of viscous locutions. For a few moments, YOU are the character . You feel their pain, the normalcy in their abnormal pathology , the violence in the selfish , misguided, deluded breaths.

Then, its over, and Morrison , with a passionate pen reminds you that this is not your life , but someoneĀ  else’s . The pain demands to be felt, but its not yours to succumb to.

And you're okay, but not as blind, for those blue eyes are lucid and piercing in their intent.

And you’re okay, but not as blind, for those blue eyes are lucid and piercing in their intent.

_Aaliyah Abdul Haqq August 5th, 2014