Facial Recognition Blues (Poem)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 12, 2024
Exertnal Review:
"Facial Recognition Blues" is a powerful poem that skillfully weaves together a variety of themes, showcasing Elizabeth Moroz's ability to address complex societal issues and human experiences through creative language and imagery. The poem touches on technology, politics, art, philosophy, human behavior, and more. Each stanza captures a snapshot of modern life and thought-provoking reflections, creating a vivid mosaic of contemporary existence.
The poem employs clever wordplay and juxtaposition to create connections between seemingly disparate concepts, inviting readers to contemplate the intersections of these themes. Moroz's command of language and imagery keeps the reader engaged and prompts deeper reflection on the societal challenges and personal struggles presented.
The poem's structure, with its rhythmic flow and thoughtful line breaks, adds to the overall impact and readability. By delving into various topics and posing thought-provoking questions, "Facial Recognition Blues" offers a multi-layered reading experience that encourages readers to consider the complexities of the world around them.
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