Usually I'm writing constantly. Poetry, lyrics, music... Even prose in general. I'm at a bit of a wall, and I'd like to do to it what was eventually done to the Berlin Wall... tear it down, Mr. Gorbachev. Honestly, that's what I want to happen. I just don't foresee that happening for quite some time.
Reason?
Most of my work this year has revolved around the pain, anger, bitterness, and shock and hatred of my divorce proceedings since the start of the year. I've written a lot about it. Mostly in the form of angry "emails" to my ex-wife, but that never really was enough for me. I started writing a song called Vampyre Kvnt, and never got past the first few verses and then the breakdown section at the end of the song, lyrically. I've written a few songs, sans lyrics, lately... It's becoming a problem to me.
Internal writer's block...
Not something I like dealing with...
I need to find a source of never ending inspiration. I need to find it and fast, because there's only so much one can write about not being able to write.
HOWEVER, it's my firm belief, along with countless hundreds of thousands of other people that art is simple and formulaic. Art = Suffering. Without pain, there is no art. With out art, well... life is pretty damn boring. Everyone who has had an ounce of suffering in their life, as far as I'm concerned, has released it through some form of art. Drawing, painting, writing, music... All art draws from suffering. The best kind anyway.
I need to figure out why being civil with my ex-wife has caused me to stop writing... There has to be something in this world that I feel passionately enough about that I can write all my aggression towards that... something that isn't religion.
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