The Pain of Passion: AMADEUS

I hate how many rules there are against expression. That was the first thing I thought when Amadeus started to kick in. So many dams, blocks, bullies, laws, and rules.

I hate that passion causes jealousy. Jealousy to possess that same passion. Jealousy of all those who aren’t mad with passion like the people they wish to hinder.

But I love raw passion. However it has to come out, exposed and coated in an audience approval rating.

I understand the cycle. And am grateful for any passion felt on our rock floating in space. It is the fire keeping us alive. 

And that yes the creator above flows through certain people… 

It is not their fault… perhaps it is. 

Destiny? Or perhaps the creator of all beautiful magical and wondrous non-human expressions channel through whatever outlet is open to receiving them? 

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is one of these channels, this vessel. Antonio Salieri is the mediocre onlooker who must watch pure ingenious talent poor out of someone he does not see fit to deserve it. Salieri poisons his mind with jealousy and anger that the Creator above does not bestow passion and beautiful music unto him…and he goes mad as he schemes away his life. 

When those who cannot let the river run free, the dams they build, only cause destruction. Both sides of the dam are destroyed, one with too much stale and backed up water, the other with thirst. 

Feeling must be expressed. 

And, in Mozart’s real life, he did find ways around aristocracy blacklisting his projects or denying him payment - he played his operas and concertos in restaurants and apartment buildings. He found a way…but it was not enough to sustain a life. He died rather penniless and had to be buried in a common grave.

And so, a great talent and channel of outer human expression died amongst a pile of bodies in a nameless grave with no family around and no lovely music. 

That end has an allegory to dying in the prison of one’s one mind for we may be a channel for greater ideals but that want and need to express them - not being able to be rid of those ideas - it is a prison….

Prison of ones own mind.

Mozart showed, in the film and I am not sure about real life, but in the film it showed him escaping away from the prison of passion through drink and fun and parties…

As the producing of passion is an exhausting  affair. The only really joy comes in bubbles of epiphany when the idea basks down from the Creator and then it is immediately followed by the pain of trying to get it down in some form. 

In the end, the question was asked - do you believe in a fire which never dies, burning you forever?

Salieri said yes, his fire was jealousy. Mozart didn’t have to answer has he had birthed the question from his own inner passion.

And so, either you are an audience member, aware of the fire burning you forever, or you are the person making the fire, to burn us all, forever.