Wm was replying to The Deseret Prophet (@camillagluh), one of the founders of the ARCH-HIVE arts collective, who had tweeted about her desire to “figure out why someone who has lived such a good life as I have feels such an intense need to grapple with darkness. I have never faced real, true darkness myself. So do I feel it, then, in the air, in the land? Knowing of the violence of nature, the violence people do to each other? Does my body know that it’s going to die? here does this darkness come from, when it wells up inside?”
All those could definitely be factors. And then from a Mormon POV, some people equate darkness w/the influence of Satan/the absence of the Holy Ghost.
Again, that’s fine. Sometimes interesting. Sometimes not. Sometimes it’s just adolescent. Me–I’m haunted by this Joseph Smith quote:
So I have a different theory on darkness. On the need for art itself. I think that all of us, but perhaps esp. artists, have a spirit (meaning specifically our pre-existent spirit–the essence that is us) that is freaking out inside us.
It’s doing so b/c it’s experiencing physicality & pain/pleasure & time & space & boundaries (birth/death) that it hasn’t before. Inside an interface (body/brain/mind) that is overwhelming & finely attuned.
We also know loss (losing the 1/3 of the hosts, losing friends/family here). On earth, we experience a kind of hell & a kind of heaven, mixed up together in a dynamic state. We want to understand all of that state (including the darkest abyss).
In other words, part of why we’re attracted to darkness is because we want to understand/can’t cope with time & death.
But also b/c we want to understand the experiences & materials of mortality. We are driven to know. To create. To seek to redeem. To transmute entropy into order.
Some of us are particularly sensitive to aspects of how our spirit interfaces w/mortality. It’s why I distrust film/theater. It’s why when I first listened to Joy Division & the Cure, I discovered a mode that was suddenly familiar. Not new–remembered.
It’s why all of us–but particularly some of us–need weird art, dark art, abyss art.
But mortality is messed up. And we feel that all the way through our beings. Don’t fear that. May it also not swallow you up. May it even be an engine of creativity for you. Amen.