Writing For Meaning in a Perilous Time

By Mark Antony Rossi

Writing is communication. For many writers, including myself, it holds a deeper purpose because I was born unhappy with this world. Some create other worlds to send their message and escape this one. While some, like myself, seek to open minds and attempt to change this one.

I prefer to pummel power brokers who know the price of everything and the value of nothing. I mock self righteous sermonizers who counsel restraint while secretly practicing the opposite. I openly question dysfunctional family units evangelizing community values while living lives of multiple standards.

I write for those folk. I write for the do-nothings and fence sitters. I write for the liars who complain at the water cooler but don’t vote. And I write for the brave ones who question the quiet. The arcane silence that knows each of our names and actions. I’m not afraid my flaws. But I concerned your laziness dilutes a civil society and fosters a faithless crowd more likely to believe in anarchy than accountability.

This final note won’t be a consolation because happiness is derived from hard work; not hand outs from half-wits divorced from reality. Heaven is not a safe zone for saints. Saints have more blood on their hands than soldiers. And Hell is an eternally leaky vessel still capable of accepting passengers.

Our paths are determined by our choices. Our problems defined by our excuses. Like every writer I am hopeful some of my words will open an eye to a better tomorrow. Like the average citizen of the 21st century — I fear I’m too late. My children say different. Maybe they’re right.

About the Author: Mark Antony Rossi is a poet, playwright and author of the bioethics volume “Dark Tech” now available from Amazon. His most recent plays have been produced in Liverpool and New York. He also hosts a podcast called Strength to be Human.

One Comment

  1. That first paragraph hit home for me. Oddly enough I write for both the reasons you mentioned in there: to send a message, escape, and even open and change minds about things where I can. The world has grown too accepting of injustice and intolerant in areas where it should be more accepting. We’re living inside a yarn ball that is rapidly coming unraveled and an unfinished sweater that is already riddled with holes. Well penned and well said.