Passions

Passion certainly evokes specific images when in self-discussion or in discussing it with others. The line between passion and hobbies tend to be blurred, alongside passions and interests. For myself, I’m only here to create writing into the passion I hope it to be.

For some this could be seen as a betrayal to passion. How can you create passion? Passion is such a positive emotion, why believe you can create it?

To be brief, passion is quite a manufactured emotion. As defined it is the outburst of emotions, a building of feelings that leads to a crescendo of actions. Passion, in that way, is the perfect emotion for violence. Violence towards ones self, violence towards another; Dark to discuss, but the effects of riling the passions of the masses into acts of destruction have historical relevance. You cannot smile at the camps after-all without a little passion to spike your soul

If publicity was ever my goal this piece would surely be a death-knell to that notion for anyone who refuses to read on. Yet, in doing so, passion may in fact have been manufactured.

I can see it now; comments ready made, the flash of red hot anger upon seeing the writer brings forth the images of atrocities to eat at ones sensibilities. He must be taught that the language he has desecrated will not be without consequence. Quite a passionate response, no?

That is why the identification of passion must come before one can use it for improvement. If I were to take this piece and dissect it meticulously, it would be of course non-offensive. Unevocative. Boring. I of course could still do so. Yet I would betray my creation myth. The flurry of keystrokes, the images of the next sentence flashing briefly and as if magic materializing into reality. The slow creeping smile, the arched brow; A manifestation of the writer who pretends to elevate their craft beyond normality! I see him, he has arrived!

Indeed the dry writing has given way to the sloppy, wet indulgences of craft. Brief, manufactured passion. Forcing the mind to let go and simply create regardless of the consequence of the written word. In much the same way a brief kiss can lead to a certain kind of explosive passion, or the sudden realization that the spur of the moment trip has, by your actions, permitted great events and the wildfire of possibility briefly take your thoughts away. The events after the spark cannot be controlled, yet the moment of realization that within each person lies the potential to instigate purposeful, manufactured passion is simply breathtaking.

That is my goal: To sit, to open, to begin. Then to write. Write until the body is shaking and the heart races with heat, traveling like oil until the pipeline ruptures and the fire in my mind spells one word.

Finished.