I’ve been thinking about the idea of a monster, my work previously had me questioning, what makes a criminal a criminal. I’ve been considering Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, a classic monster, a collage of human parts. A friend suggested that monsters are the creation of unchecked desires. A theory I’m considering is that we villainize what we want most. I did a mini study, I asked several people including myself what our worst fear was…I then found out the psychological association to this fear and found a direct correspondence to the persons situational state of desire. I’m aware of how abstract and cosmo this sounds, but I think with some more digging and research, I’ll find a concept to work with that links my prison characters.
This is a creative piece I wrote to start with;
Through my Monster
The exquisite pain of watching them overtakes me, unabashed they look as though the world could end and they’d only notice each other. You can tell that they are falling in love for the first time, here on this busy street corner just outside my front window, two strangers are experiencing what will be the happiest moment of their life. Young, and overwhelmed by their beaming hearts, no moment will ever compare, they will never be able to remember this moment without flooding into a blissful glee. I watch them; both so mutually paralyzed by an otherworldly happiness, they would never notice my woes of wisdom tearing at their perfect moment.
I fail at sucking the marrow of the moment, instead I feel it tinker organically against my monstrosities.
Purity, perfection, destiny, true love…
such thoughts …
Spit, Cough, Ruin, Hate…
The red light turns green, and my engine growls. Their content has made me hungry, their patience thrusts me hard through the city. Soon I’m spinning like a spider on the highways. Erratic and erotic, nothing more fulfilling or shameful.
Damaged and dark I’m coughing out cobwebs of another man’s lung.
The empathetic darkness understands, and I think of the couple only momentarily, they are the purity of the human race, and I am the other. This thought congratulates me, more then anything else could.