Love isn’t just for Valentine’s Day. If we’re fortunate, it’s for every day, and it’s often the power behind a strong piece of writing. Readers register the depth of feeling without understanding exactly why they’re so moved. Consider this excerpt from Zora Neale Hurston’s ‘How it Feels to be Colored Me’:
“In the abrupt way that jazz orchestras have, this one plunges into a number. It loses no time in circumlocutions, but gets right down to business. It constricts the thorax and splits the heart with its tempo and narcotic harmonies. This orchestra grows rambunctious, rears on its hind legs and attacks the tonal veil with primitive fury, rending it, clawing it until it breaks through to the jungle beyond. I follow those heathen–follow them exultingly. I dance wildly inside myself; I yell within, I whoop; I shake my assegai above my head, I hurl it true to the mark yeeeeooww! I am in the jungle and living in the jungle way. My face is painted red and yellow and my body is painted blue. My pulse is throbbing like a war drum. I want to slaughter something–give pain, give death to what, I do not know.”
She never mentions love but, wow, you can tell she loves this music.
What makes you feel like that? Who makes you feel like that? Write for ten minutes to this prompt:
I first knew I loved him/her/it when…
And for a little Valentine’s Day fun, here’s a brief video entitled ‘Valentine’s in the Digital Age’. Enjoy!