By definition, romanticism was a literary movement, revolving around intense feelings and emotions. Apprehension, fear, terror, and awe are all included along with the appreciation of the beauty of nature. Most people know that romanticism is based off of strong emotions and the power of nature. Moreover, I feel that the artists feel that it is important to have free expression in their writings. They take strong emotions and transform it right before your eyes into their own expression of art. You are able to read a romantic piece of literature and feel as if you were gazing into the rich and vivid details of a painting from the world’s greatest artist. It is to express impassioned stories and to indulge the reader into the vehemence of the story. What would be the reason to write if it does not express true emotion, and reveal the passion behind any story? It is incomplete without the resplendent imagination of the author and its characters, and losing themselves in their own world of illusion, while also having a darker side of expression.
Romanticism embodied a new and restless spirit, with constant change of inner states of consciousness, a longing for infinite and indefinable things, a passionate effort at self-assertion both individual and collective.
In the Rose of Passion, the author describes, “But as she looked around, she no longer had any doubt; there, before her eyes, were the horrible instruments of martyrdom, and the ferocious executioners were only waiting for the arrival of the victim” (Becquer, “Rose of Passion”). The dark side of romanticism, is as stygian as the night at Devil’s hour.
The photo, taken in 2013, illustrates a sympathetic, yet inspiring moment of a Boston marathon bomb victim. The photographer, in one click of a button, “paints not merely a man’s features, but his mind and heart. He catches the secret sentiments and passions, and throws them upon the canvas” (Hawthorne, “Prophetic Pictures”). The world is in grief of this atrocious tragedy, yet to see a man as brave and relentless as him, is more than uplifting. It gives hope. Like romanticism, the photographer takes such a somber moment, and transforms it into a beautiful story. Audiences experience such strong emotion of sadness and grief, while also feeling such terror of facing the reality that no one is invincible.
“There were times when his madness reached the point where he spent the entire night watching the moon as it floated under silvery clouds, or stars that sparkled in the distance like clusters of precious stones” (Becquer, El Rayo de Luna). Why focus on the madness in the world, when better things are much more pleasing to think about? The beauty of nature, and a man who is capable of such unimaginable recovery, is beyond the emotion of madness. There is something more beautiful than the man himself; the passion and emotion that goes into life is immensely strong. Because, “This is indeed life itself!” (Poe, “The Oval Portrait”). This photograph portrays human agony and inspiration.