I am inspired by that which is conceivably not ‘up for grabs’ as inspiration. I am inspired by disaster. Please hear me out or rather,
please hear out the following words of Rourke (
The experience of Being inspired, 1984) which may help you to understand how I dare to be so quietly inappropriate.
The experience of being inspired enters one’s awareness with the recognition of a vital force or power…One feels at home, where one has been out of control, able to act, a sense of being empowered…
The power is impelling. It moves or drives the inspired person toward a certain goal. It presses for action. It incites new ideas. It urges one to embrace its cause. The power is so compelling. It demands the total attention of the inspired person. It commands absorption in the moment of its emergence. It leaves the inspired person with a “must,” a “have to,” a “pressure.”
The felt-illumination integrates in such a manner that one feels directed. The sense is that of seeing what one must do, knowing how to do it, and having the will to carry it through. One feels like a runner on a definite course who has no doubt that the race will be finished because one is running on a mysterious or spiritual inner strength.
