The Writer's Responsibility
The Writer's Responsibility
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Eloquent are the words of writers, compelling, mesmerising in their ways of seduction. The writers will, taking captive the reader, drawing truth from air, loaves from crumbs. How easily we fall, surrender to these words and mirror the intent, so kind, so malice.
We are but puppets, swaying to the sentiments like snakes to the charmer, irrepressibly subservient to the power of the written word. We believe, are convinced, find truth and find God, all from this silent, thought driven power. And yet we falter to the resounding within us, the echoes of common sense and all that we hold as right and just.
Who then do we conceive as truth sayers, those who can be trusted to impart thought aligned with truth. Who among us are disciples of reality, who can see the holes within the propaganda? Who can we follow to avoid the manipulations of the biased self-gain populous. Who then is above gain, imbued with truth for truths sake?
Writers have a purpose, a relentless quest to control thought, to pervade the consciousness of readers and to sell the ideas of will. For whatever purpose that is, writers are today’s Merlins, coveters of all that is magic, all that invests in the beauty, the hatred, the love and emotions of all that is human. Writers are the painters of truth, real or not, purveyors of reality with which the reader associates.
How empathetic the writer must be to make this connection, step over this invisible line of complacency. How powerful these words that tie the reader to another’s truth. How convincing the language that humanity may rise up indignantly: fight, repel, and enact the rituals of fractious condemnation. How needed the words of love and compassion, words of self-reliance, responsibility and understanding. These words should be the most powerful of all. But are they?
Writers live to express their thoughts, so they live on beyond them, have meaning worth remembering. Surely truth is a responsibility, understood and imparted with care. Words should be like soaring flight, freeing the shackles of limitations and expanding the sense of possibility. Writers must embrace a creed, a doctrine of balanced informed expression. If words were a tool of progress not dissension and disseminating lies, our world would be a peaceful place.
Writing is a responsibility to those who read; a silent covenant that upholds the decency of kindness and rejects the tyranny of propaganda and the manipulation of humanity. In fiction, the writer can choose the direction, but truth and compassion can still be woven into a plot. Fiction is not a lie; it is a blank canvas that can propagate a lie, dependent on the writer’s whim.
In conclusion I must quote a favourite line from a popular movie...
‘I’m a Writer; I simply give the truth some scope.’