“I’m Bullet, that Vazha Owned, / not Fired Yet”

Abstract

Whether you are looking from personal or creative stand­point, Goderdzi Chokheli was a reclusive person. The inner conflict he had with life was the cause of many events for him. In one poem, he seemed to ex­plain the essence of this contradiction: “I left one world and I came to ano­ther”. This “other” was alien to him. Of course, life required adaptation, com­promise, but it could not adapt Goderdzi Chokheli to its pattern. In the constant and intense conf­lict, sometimes one won and sometimes the other. At last, G. Cho­kheli took refuge in art and turned the creative process into an arena in which he overcame soulless and godless modernity and imposed his own order on it. Here began the tragic perception of reality, of life in general, which brought on the aesthetics of Chokheli.

Chokheli's relationship with the world is a model of Christian thinking – experience eternity in a transient world. With this intention, he began to compose a new emotional reality. We can divide people into two groups in his work: those filled with kindness and those defiled by cruelty. From this point of view, the writer's position is also obvious and does not require special research. His rhetorical question also sounds natural: “Why is my being enveloped by this ephemeral world, which is cloudy as fog?!”.

The unstoppable process of human cruelty exposes and inten­sifies the feeling that the drama of kindness has begun, the apo­calyptic time has come. Although, Chokheli's stories take place in geographically limited area, the cry of the microcosm could be heard from Gudamakari. Chokheli's artistic thinking, his work is the revealed secret of the visible and the invisible, the reality and the fiction, the real and the mythical. That is why he is the bearer of the unshakable code of culture and tradition at the same time.

Goderdzi Chokheli's characters are strange people, strange in their life and death. He depicts people with the heart of an angel who believe that honesty is the pride of a man. Faithfulness and protection of spiritual values ​​turned out to be completely incom­patible for the era of the writer. That's why he was looking for lost love and kindness, collecting sorrows to ease our sadness and pain.