When you’re twenty the world feels like it’s against you. Early twenties, maybe further, seems like hell. Pain loosened in the system and travelling the blood system like a clot. You’re so lost in that state, wondering where you are and where you’re going. When really it’s beautiful. Indecision, the lack of long term plans or anchors choking up your life. Freedom, the sweet scent clogging your nostrils, creating fear lurking and looming in your brain. I can never tell one month from the next, the blur they create. Many ask me why I dwell in painful relationships. I love them. It’s intense. It feels like something. Whether good or bad they give me drive and motivation. Maybe that’s the worst. I’ve learned to make desperation and pain my drive. Human’s are incredible, the consolation and creation we find in destruction. I find I write best when in intense pain. Maybe that is what the romantic poets meant, and maybe I need to investigate this further as I feel the words ‘romance’ and ‘romantic’ have been warped by pop culture. Thank you Nicholas Sparks for destroying the world that little bit more. I am now going to go bolster my argument on a stomach full of alcohol. Let us look to our wonder, wikipedia;
Romanticism (or the Romantic era/Period) was an artistic, literary, and intellectual movement that originated in Europe toward the end of the 18th century and in most areas was at its peak in the approximate period from 1800 to 1850. Partly a reaction to the Industrial Revolution, it was also a revolt against aristocratic social and political norms of the Age of Enlightenment and a reaction against the scientific rationalization of nature. It was embodied most strongly in the visual arts, music, and literature, but had a major impact on historiography, education and the natural sciences. Its effect on politics was considerable and complex; while for much of the peak Romantic period it was associated with liberalism and radicalism, in the long term its effect on the growth of nationalism was probably more significant.
The movement validated strong emotion as an authentic source of aesthetic experience, placing new emphasis on such emotions asapprehension, horror and terror, and awe—especially that which is experienced in confronting the sublimity of untamed nature and its picturesque qualities, both new aesthetic categories. It elevated folk art and ancient custom to something noble, made spontaneity a desirable characteristic (as in the musical impromptu), and argued for a “natural” epistemology of human activities as conditioned by nature in the form of language and customary usage. Romanticism reached beyond the rational and Classicist ideal models to elevate a revived medievalism and elements of art and narrative perceived to be authentically medieval in an attempt to escape the confines of population growth, urban sprawl, and industrialism, and it also attempted to embrace the exotic, unfamiliar, and distant in modes more authentic than Rococo chinoiserie, harnessing the power of the imagination to envision and to escape.
Although the movement was rooted in the German Sturm und Drang movement, which prized intuition and emotion over Enlightenment rationalism, the ideologies and events of the French Revolution laid the background from which both Romanticism and the Counter-Enlightenment emerged. The confines of the Industrial Revolution also had their influence on Romanticism, which was in part an escape from modern realities; indeed, in the second half of the 19th century, “Realism” was offered as a polarized opposite to Romanticism.Romanticism elevated the achievements of what it perceived as heroic individualists and artists, whose pioneering examples would elevate society. It also legitimized the individual imagination as a critical authority, which permitted freedom from classical notions of form in art. There was a strong recourse to historical and natural inevitability, a Zeitgeist, in the representation of its ideas.
I’m a romanticist. Yes, I believe in love at first sight but not the popularised idea that it all works out in the end. It ends in pain. You chose the wrong people with the initial chemistry. You chose the wrong path. But what that path teaches you is important. It strips away parts of you that make you question your very core beliefs about the world, yourself and your fears. Mine are being alone, being unloved, but more so having no one to love. No one to spend my love and efforts on. As unfeminist as it sounds, I want a man to spend myself on, to give my effort to. I believe in the strength of self, but in some warped way I believe that strength is proved through the love and giving you show to someone else. The sacrifices you give. I have met people who feel the same yet the connection was wrong. I prefer the wrong connection it would seem. I have learned more through love than anything else. It is what I believe in. I believe in emotion and feeling, my gut, rather than the rational action. I will return to the wrong to prove the strength I have rather than just giving up on something that won’t work. One day I hope it returns it’s effort. Maybe it won’t. This my personal interpretation of romanticism. But what is a Boosh’s drunken ramblings to the realism of the world.