D Passion and D Pain

Through the cold, the darkest of worlds does slither. Through the darkness, the coldest of emotions does creep. In the depths of the Movement lies an unforgiving sensation, in the deepest recesses of each and every patron of this order lies a passion and a pain. It is not a new discovery, nor a new concept to create a discourse on it, but an angle which can not be ignored. The Movement would not be so prolific with out these elements, creativity would not flow with out the Passion, and strength not emmerge with out the Pain.

Beneath the surface of each facade there is always a darkness, a shadow cast over what lies below. The Movement does not deny the expression of this, does not out the fire, does not repress the intention. This creates a creature, no other word can express what bears these qualities.

The passion, when restrained, pulses with intense energy, suckling on the every sense of other creatures, taking it's impression from the meeting of all other forces. The Movement is full of passion, and the Movement is bred on the passion of artists, artists whose lives are overhauled by its force, a moment by moment style of consumption and growth, a moment by moment understanding of their surroundings, restrained from any other manner by their passion. They can not every deny it, for truth to their passion is truth to their selves. Remove the social, remove the external forces, imagine just the energy of the person and then of the Movement, and passion will reveal itself as it's ture base, it's most endearing and overwhelming quality. It's inception was from darkness, but it feeds on positively as much as anything, it's constant evolution breathes life into those who are consumed so deeply by it.

The Pain is just as a major force, but is not such a basic structure as the passion. It is more a consequence for the artist. The Movement is not held by the pain, but with in it, creativity lurks, bringing a floating reality of understanding, a sensation of 'life'. The members of the order live with a positive outlook, but the burden they bear is unmistakable in their eyes, in their relationships, in their tainted remorse. Where a moment by moment passion may bred a truth to ones self on the right hand, the left is bound by the knowledge of the Movement, the curse of understanding. The Pain may be a result of other forces, but it is never to be underestimated, it is not the type of pain to hold the Movement down, but again, feeds its evolution, its desire to make it better. The Pain is best understood by comprehension of it's power and consequence. When it's grip is tightest, those that are held by it are empowered with a most extreme strength.

The Passions ability to inspire and the empowerment of the Pain can be embodied in a multitude and most diverse manner of fashions. With in the Movement it's material state is expressed from anything like bodily alteration, abstract (or not) expression through our own forms of art, sub cultural movements, fashion, music and most relevantly Movements based on discourses of thought. The effects are in every day life, but the breath of their results are not found in any simplistic terms, but dwelling above, moving in soft light through converstations, in writing and in the minds and hands of artists whose hearts beat to the drum the Movement plays.

In the deepest parts of inspiration, through all forms, in all clouds of motivation, the Movement is pushed by The Passion and the Pain, always floating as lights just above the ongoing urban expressionism.

19 Naughty D

Cause and Effect. Reactions, positions, moments defined.

Move, act, react.

Denial, repression, expression.

Confession, impression and the end.

Never Too Far Away

It is not that the creative juices have stopped me from producing new work. There is much in the pipeline.

Around me the cold is setting in, the chill in the air matching that of those who dread this annual pattern. The effect upon them is noticeable, BourneCity changes, and it's power to influence those who inhabitant it is not lost on me. The drabness of the sky is not matched, however, by the drabness of the midnight peoples. Under the cloak the extra darkness they creep, they seep into the streets, they peer out windows to check you are not watching, they scatter when you spray your words towards them. Their stealth only match by the silence with which the conduct themselves.

No fear is felt around the corner where you dare not tread, there, behind the shadows, under the dark red light, the Movement surges forward, boldly staggering when struggling, lightly treading when confident. No one leads, no one follows, all are inspired and the night is not a time for sleep.

It is never going to stop.

The Walk

Each and every day the Movement gains strength. The power is not in the strength that the arrogant feel, but in the strength that the weak accumulate through their day to day lives. There is a battle for ground at every stand point. In the end, the walk, is a lonely one. The test, never ending. Trust, almost impossible. How can the Movement find trust in those that can not provide evidence of their dedication to the cause. ?So I continue to grow, trying to avoid the status quo?.

As the Kid said to me recently, ?how can you kill someone, who is already dead?. But they keep coming. Those that have seen the tested stand after each and every bout have no doubt that in the end, he just keeps on walking. And will again. Such is the walk, such is the never ending mundane style of life to which we have become accustom. This is not the age of consent, we are not free, we have not chosen our plight, but a time will come again, a time when the direction will shift. These personal tests, these daily micro-=power battles are but a test for a latter day.

Few will stand with you when you need it most. Fewer and Fewer.

But stand tall, walk on.

Dream up the world you want to live in, and dream out loud.