The Divine Madness of Writing
Mark Antony Rossi

Writers, if pushed, will admit to a certain arrogance stemming from the perceived worthiness of their work. Those who have invested time in the arms of humility understand the territory reeks with a certain "divine madness." A state of creative being, demanding suspension of reality in order to recreate reality in the image of one's muse, mission, demon or central prime mover.

In the outside world, average people remain average by consent; not lack of talent. Fear of ridicule or loneliness drive the day dreamer to the bakery and back. For each violinist there are nine who refuse to play due to an assortment of excuses. The cosmic order of things anticipates these ghastly odds; thus we have music filling the halls.

Darwin's axiom "only the strong survive" seems relevant in the field of art as well as the jungle. It is the strong in the arts who make the grade. They who overcome fear, reality, conformity and in some cases sanity, are 
Tomorrow's masters, saints and geniuses. When the world criticizes or condemns these bold voyagers, it does so out of fear, out of the mediocrity cowardly thrust upon itself.

The night is friend to the hungry writer. A zone of privacy off limits to timid clock watchers. A bloody battlefield where wars rage in minds intent on weaving truth through a blanket of fictional discomfort. Only in suffering does progress emerge, a house-cleaning event the comfortable would prefer to avoid at all costs. But Art was created to trick the liar and the lynch men into applauding their just punishment. 

Come all ye unfaithful to the place where your mouths utter pieties your actions do not rise to. This is Art; this is Writing and this is the Divine Madness that beckons unpopular persons of courage. Oil landscapes and lovely songs of roses never answer the pangs of conscience. Yes, even landowners feel its twitch in the back of their flabby heads. What comfort can the king 
truly take (in times of crisis) when every empty-headed fool agrees on everything for every occasion?

Those who toil past the full moon - I remind you, if I must - we are needed. We do have a place on a planet of ignoble creatures plotting each others destruction. I have not yet decided if our purpose is to prevent or document this stupidity. It may be both. We do have a place, not above or below the crowd, but on the sidelines laughing, crying and forever trying to 
shape chaos into order. Into some form of language that can instruct or at least survive our brethren's bestial behaviour bent on belittling God, nature and humanity. It must be divine madness to believe words have any bearing on the universe. But you know they do. 

  • Genesis of a Poetic Conscience (Introduction)
  • Soul Cadence and the Social Poet
  • The Divine Madness of Writing
  • The Writer in a Material World
  • City Parks as Healing Instruments
  • The Creative Benefits of Righteous Anger

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