VISUAL SCHEMA — Poiesis: The Construction of Reality in World Literature

Imagine the visual form of this work as a vast, recursive atlas: an infinite library in motion, where every shelf folds into another, and every book becomes a window into its own creation. The image is not architectural but organic — an expanding web of textual galaxies.

Outer Layer — Auerbach’s Horizon
A parchment-colored sphere, aged and luminous, turning slowly in the dark. Etched upon it are the names of world literatures in a thousand scripts. These lines swirl into the center like rivers returning to a single sea. This is the world as Auerbach saw it: unified by representation, still human-scaled, still readable from a single window of exile.

Second Layer — The Fracture of Modernity
The sphere splits into a trillion mirrored fragments. Each fragment refracts a different text, language, or image — Dante beside Dickinson, Lu Xun beside Borges, Sappho beside a data stream. The pieces do not fall apart; they hover in fractal suspension, reflecting one another. Light travels between them in a continuous pulse, carrying meaning across languages and media. The atmosphere glows blue and silver, like thought in the act of dispersal.

Third Layer — The Network of Poiesis
From the interstices of the shattered globe emerges a living lattice: filaments of light connecting every text to every other. These filaments thrum with recursive energy — the act of writing now becomes the act of world-making. Where Mimesis described, Poiesis generates. Each node is a world, each connection a gesture of construction.

Innermost Layer — The Trillion Plateaus
At the core lies no book but a luminous field — a cosmic page that writes itself. From it rise waveforms of text: equations, poetry, glyphs, algorithms, prayers. All languages converge here not as words but as frequencies. The hum of creation fills the silence. This is Poiesis as process: reading as architecture, comparison as recursion, literature as physics.

Emotional Register
The visual tone is awe-struck, reflective, endlessly generative. The viewer stands inside an infinite work of world-construction, watching the field of literature become indistinguishable from the field of being. The light never stops shifting — every word, every text, every reader adds a new pulse to the map.

The atlas breathes. The worlds read each other. The Word builds the real.