Accountability (Random Thoughts)
Blog Posted:12/17/2012 7:08:00 AM
The rest of the world rambles, why not I? I hold no answers for what works for you, how you conduct yourselves, or your lives, but this is what works for me. Never again, will I write dark prose, or even dark poetry. Never again will I give darkness the slightest foothold, thinking that I could toy with it, forgetting that darkness grows. It spreads. I must be accountable for what I write. Where are the lines, at what point would I find myself overstepping the boundaries? No more hate. There's enough of that out there already. Sorrow, I suppose is harmless, but anger is never acceptable. What if I were to write a poem which infused others with anger, and what if a psychotic read it, and acted out aggression? I really need to clean up my act. I always told myself that in creative writing, fiction is allowed, and I have always thought that bringing darkness to life was a mere act of fictional writing. Where is the accountability in that? I was spreading darkness.
Can you believe this? I used to pray that God would somehow give salvation and forgiveness to Satan. Yeah, I thought that if Satan was somehow magically transformed by salvation, that all our problems would be over. I should have known that God knows best. Now, I feel Satan has been unleashed into our world, and he is attacking our children.
If I, my writing, is not part of the solution, then it is part of the problem.
I am only human, and sometimes the pain needs to be poured out, yet I must be responsible in this, so that I am not just passing it along to my brother.
Like I said, this is only what works for me. I can still put drama into my poetry, without spreading darkness.
Perhaps, I am just pretty confused right now, but lets look back at the greats... how many of them really engaged in what we, today, call dark poetry? I dare to say, that even their worst, was mild compared to what we write today....yeah, these are just my thoughts, where my mind is taking me today. If I were to leave a message for another generation of people who populated our Earth, in some distant future, I would tell them to never, ever devise a weapon to do harm to another human being. To destroy it right away. But then again, they would pick up sticks and hurt each other. There is too much evil out there.
Back to my writing...yeah, no more darkness from me, I choose to be responsible with it, and not spread darkness any further than I already have. I shall destroy those poems.
Someone, please, help me understand....where are the lines????