Welcome to The Furious Romantic Returns, the blog of Michael DiBiasio. For answers as to what (it all means) and who (is Michael DiBiasio), please visit the What? And, Who? page.
In terms of the reasons why I (Michael DiBiasio) created this blog/site/tumblr/wahdever, after a few other, similar endeavors have come and gone, and despite the fact that I’ve already got more than enough work to do with my film career, and so on and so dork…well…there are a few central reasons.
I frequently have a lot to say. I can’t (and shouldn’t) always work all of this into my screenplays, which — future days of the present enterprise excepted — represents 98% of my writing. But the day-to-day burn of trying to make it as a screenwriter and an indie filmmaker leaves little time and money for talking current events or philosophy at the bar (where I almost always would rather be, when not in front of my laptop), and other such venues. Hence, a more on-demand solution to the on-demand demands of both myself and the demanding generation of which I am part.
Regardless of whether I am right, I feel like some of what I have to say needs to be said: mostly because I haven’t found too many others saying it — at least not as loudly or as often as I would like. Only time will tell, I suppose, whether this means I am crazy or…crazy-with-company.
Attempting to whittle that all down, and also to simpliclarify — most days, for me, are filled with at least a little bit of anger and/or suffering. Partially this is the way I’m built. I am an emotional lightning rod. This sometimes makes it easy for me to be a decent writer. Most of the time it makes it difficult for me to, for instance, walk around New York City — knowing what I know and seeing what I see and feeling what we all feel but don’t always acknowledge — without getting smacked alternately by anger or depression, in the face of the everyday suffering and acquiescence of the average downtrodden American. Because so many of of us are more downtrodden than we realize or admit, because…well…
More on this later. But suffice it to say that I am romantic for a reason (put your phone away and watch a god damn sunset — or a rainstorm, if that’s your cheese) and angry for many reasons (social injustice is rampant, here in America and the world over, and it’s time we woke up and took some responsibility for the mess). Rather than resort to either willful ignorance or, alternately, cynical snark, like so many other representatives of my generation, I decided to take my chances and scream occasionally into the void.
Feel free to join. It’ll work out better for all of us if you do.
Thanks for reading, come back soon, and hit me up anytime on here or on Twitter if you have anything to add.