The outlaw writer is, in his or her essence, an outlaw; not necessarily strictly in terms of legislation, but more-so. The outlaw writer flaunts any imagination of wrong or right; no boundary is off limits, if it gels with his soul; if he decides this thing or that must be spoken on, it will be, and without shame or guilt. The outlaw writer often has a background, realistically in illegal activity; from petty theft to scams or drug dealing. The outlaw writer marches to the beat of their own drum – is an outcast, and a weirdo – has no friends, yet is simultaneously connected with all human beings in an intimate embrace of solidarity and humanism.
The outlaw writers moral compass is so on point, and so deadly accurate, that immoral and amoral action seems the only way to be human again – for they see that humanity is a criminal entity, even under its most righteous of guises of purity and goodness. That Is why the outlaw writer sometimes appears flippant, undisciplined, careless, and rogue. For she is; she has gone to the depths and heights of goodness and bad, and knows within herself, that both is okay; neither is truly criminal; both are expressions of pure human intent, pure human emotion, pure human being.
Outlaw writers feel lost, most often, if not actively pursuing a concordant outlaw activity. Whether that be drugs, institutional infiltration, graffiti vandalism, or even more highly intellectual sabotage – taking that which is commonly held to be true and decimating it skilfully in the eyes of those who are otherwise intelligent, otherwise switched on.
Outlaw writers know they aren’t meant for this world, but fight on with both fists bleeding, swinging until they pass out, knowing with no comfort that the world isn’t made for them but they must keep on going for if just one of their ideas is recognized then their existence might be validated.
The outlaw writer is not without her scruples – she struggles and she questions till the day she hits the grave. The outlaw writer is resurfacing, resurrecting among the rubble – injecting into mediocrity the fire and anarchy the human spirit craves.
The outlaw writers moral compass is so on point, and so deadly accurate, that immoral and amoral action seems the only way to be human again – for they see that humanity is a criminal entity, even under its most righteous of guises of purity and goodness. That Is why the outlaw writer sometimes appears flippant, undisciplined, careless, and rogue. For she is; she has gone to the depths and heights of goodness and bad, and knows within herself, that both is okay; neither is truly criminal; both are expressions of pure human intent, pure human emotion, pure human being.
Outlaw writers feel lost, most often, if not actively pursuing a concordant outlaw activity. Whether that be drugs, institutional infiltration, graffiti vandalism, or even more highly intellectual sabotage – taking that which is commonly held to be true and decimating it skilfully in the eyes of those who are otherwise intelligent, otherwise switched on.
Outlaw writers know they aren’t meant for this world, but fight on with both fists bleeding, swinging until they pass out, knowing with no comfort that the world isn’t made for them but they must keep on going for if just one of their ideas is recognized then their existence might be validated.
The outlaw writer is not without her scruples – she struggles and she questions till the day she hits the grave. The outlaw writer is resurfacing, resurrecting among the rubble – injecting into mediocrity the fire and anarchy the human spirit craves.