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    Journal: A correction...
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    I wrote once that I feel like sometimes I don't want to write, but I get ideas and stories in my head that I actually have to force myself to write out for fear that I will never think them again in exactly the same manner. While part of that, the part about never thinking them again the same way and it being a good idea to write them down just then, may be true - having been through a bit more of my life than I had when I wrote that, I now feel compelled to write this. I don't think I have to make myself write, I think I'm afraid to write. My fear stems from the monumental, unstoppable force that drives people crashing to their knees like a train that hops its tracks, the fear that someone may not like what I write. Even though I know that most of my work never gets beyond my journal or my notebook, and ergo not many people even have the chance to have a distaste for what I write, there's always the slight chance that I could develop a need to gush everything I feel and think onto one person and demand that they like it all, and they actually do like it. Then again they could freak out and never talk to me again. Then of course there is the fear that I'm not a creative enough individual to be deserving of such an intellectual and stimulating hobby such as drawing or writing - a thought that is only rivaled by the ultimate, falsely concocted, mental ending that anyone not amazingly gifted enough to perform, write or direct a masterpiece, should not even be allowed to look at those who can, much less try to imitate them. All this being said, I think - however possibly projective and avoidance-ridden and yet still plausible enough in my own mind for me to allow myself to believe this thought may be - it is possible that we, as individuals, are not 100% responsible for what we write. Everyone is affected, however much they deny it, by everything else around them. Therefore, anything that comes forth from them, however creative or not that it is, cannot be credited to them alone. In this way, all those who have created masterpieces cannot accept all the credit for those designs and/or final products they have become so highly acclaimed for. For we are all forever victims, limited by our own experience and inspiration - whether those happen to be warm cheerful moments, horrifyingly grim ones, or anything in between the two. All the things that occur during the course of our lives affect us and change us, however unknowing we are to their presence. For this reason, I have both a restored confidence that I can write whatever I want and not be held responsible to whether or not the majority of the population considers it to be a masterpiece or not, and a restored confidence that I have, in fact, discovered nothing in this truth that is original or groundbreaking, such as to grant me the right to feel unique or creative.

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    Hello Clay,

    How are you? Your response to my comment was intriguing to say the least. Rarely do I find someone who has written a dark piece willing to fight for their right to write it. I applaud you.

    However, that does not mean I agree. You say that "society's views on feeling good has led to a lot of corruption" on the basis that too many criminals (or the likes) have given their conscience the green light and lived their life without ever feeling guilt or remorse. You have a point. But did you even stop to think about the corruption society's views on feeling bad has led to?

    I always read the descriptions of the pieces I comment on, and writing a piece at 2 am in the morning doesn't necessarily mean that it wasn't from personal perspective. Nevertheless, I do believe you whole-heartedly because I myself seldom write pieces that come from the depths of my heart or even a situation I've been through. Still, others do. Other sad, depressed people enlargen their aspect of how bad a situation/feeling is to the extent that exaggeration has blinded them to any good facets of life.

    I shall not bore you with statistics, but I ask you to take a look around you. The members of this website; how many of them write depressed/depressing poetry? You say that it is not new to literature to have a lot of this genre. You're right. Dark literature is not new. Nor is suicide. But it is becoming more popular, regardless of what you say.

    The truth is that at least half of the living poets I have come across since I took an interest in writing are miserable, dejected teenagers, ninety percent of whom have done themselves bodily harm during the period of their writing. If you ask me, dark poetry does a lot more harm than bright poetry ever has. Optimism is not the opposite of reality, nor is pessimism it's synonym.

    You are not the first person to write a piece that has flowed out of you uncalled-for. Nor could I truthfully say that I myself have not written dark poetry. Nevertheless, I have seen the reactions both genres have had on people, and if one out of the hundred of people you have made smile, by posting a positive poem, forgives themself for doing a cruel deed, then is it really worth bringing readers down with your poetry instead?

    We all go through short phases where words form themselves into a beautiful paragraph in our heads, and more times than not those wonderful words are lost, because we fail to put them down onto paper fast enough. I do not deride you for putting "I know too well" into typing, or for sharing it here, but I disagree with your theory towards 'feel good' literature.

    I too enjoy opposite perspectives.

    | Posted on 2006-10-28 00:00:00 | by DeepDreamer2008 - [ Reply to This ] -
    OK... "correction" is so speaking to something i've felt many times. I often feel like I should be in mourning for the fact that I am so young in such an old world, that there is no way I could say anything worthy of being written... but I cannot keep myself from writing, it is a passion, a pain in the ass that just wont give up on me as much as I may want it to some times.

    I have a poem I'm gonna share with you sometime... by a guy named Archibald something I think- called Reasons for Music.
    | Posted on 2006-09-07 00:00:00 | by SlowHeartBeatin - [ Reply to This ] -

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