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Dark night of the soul
Weekly writing prompt #142
One feature of familiar plot structures is that moment in which all is lost for our protagonist. Their fall from grace precedes a stretch of despair where there appears to be no path forwardāalso known as the ādark night of the soul.ā Itās the scene from The Matrix when we think Neo is dead. Or when Marlin, Nemoās dad, believes heās lost his son for good.
The idea comes from St. John of the Cross, a 16th-century Spanish poet and mystic, and his poem La noche oscura del alma. It represents a crisis of faith, accompanied by deep soul-searching, confusion, and pain before arriving at revelation. A spiritual glow up of sorts.
In the wake of the election, we have descended into our dark night four years. The soul-searching is well underway, and our voyage through the abyss will be long. Some are already gearing up for battle while others have only begun processing. No matter where youāre at, a reminder: our words are our beacons. They are calls to weary allies to keep the flame of hope lit and to never forget that weāre still here and we arenāt going anywhere.
I leave you with a poem titled Writers are Dangerous People.
Never take a writer
for granted.
They are snipers
armed with words.
They know
how to aim with sentences,
how to fire
with paragraphs,
and
how to immortalize
their kills
in verse.
Jamie
š This weekās writing prompt
Share your own or write a fictionalized ādark night of the soul.ā What rebirth followed the depths of despair? Use the prompt as an exercise in building tension, giving us glimpses of someone nearly giving up versus deciding to fight on.
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Last weekās submissions: The hope in art
THIS WEEK VISIBLE TO ALL!
I invite you to check out the selection of inspirational music, videos, poetry, and photographs your fellow writers shared.
āØ Writing inspo of the week
This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.
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