Scott wrote this on an old advice post. I was writing to a young, male, cellist...
"I was going to comment on this post when it first was published a few days ago...but, alas, I'm not as young and agile as I once was and needed the requisite time to gather my thoughts in my old (or at least, "older") age.
Like your poster and even more so, like your description of his inner life,
I was once young, impetuous and severely frustrated. When I was young I was a simmering repository of frustrated sexuality, just boiling-below-the surface rage and more talent than I knew what to do with. I was extremely accomplished in my field and on the way to, if not the very top, at least close to it. I also had both real arrogance about myself in relation to the world mixed with a good measure of false bravado. I barely suffered fools and thought everybody was dumber than I was; or, at least that no one was really any smarter or really much more gifted in my chosen field. (Actually, the field was chosen for me, but that's another story).
This exchange makes me wonder: does repressed sexuality breed anger or does repressed anger breed simmering sexuality? Or are they a 2-way symbiotic street? It's one question I never did figure out though I have come to peace with myself in my old (er at least, "older") age. The tremendous anger along with the almost pathologically strong sexual drive I had when young frustrated me to an incredible extent back then and caused me enormous pain.
I'm not sure I honestly believe when you try to relieve the pressure valves of enormous anger and repression you don't lose something artistically. There is an inherent relationship between suffering and artistic creation and integrity. I know I've said that perfectly well-adjusted artists have produced great art as well as tormented ones, but at 1:42am in the morning, listening to Beethoven, and thinking about all this, I'm not so sure."
What do you think?
Days to think about this response and ends with, “I’m not so sure.” Sounds like he’s sure to me. Does he have Libra? 😂
I think it’s true that good artists are usually a little mad, yes.
Oof, I love this writing.
As for the question, does repressed sexuality breed anger or does repressed anger breed simmering sexuality? Or are they a 2-way symbiotic street?
I’ve witnessed both in other people. One had so much rage, I think because he was gay. I wouldn’t have thought about it, but he was extremely homophobic, which stood out for the time and place. He also had very close friendships with men, and it seemed like those were the most satisfying to him in terms of intimacy.
Another struggles with processing emotion and anger and is pretty insatiable in his sexual appetites. Would the appetite be there if he processed his emotions? I don’t know.
Libra also came to mind, but for different reasons. Both people I mentioned have Mars in Libra, and a Saturn/Venus signature. They aren’t artists per se, but artful, in different ways. And yes. Tortured.
As for the tortured artist, I don’t know. It seems true. Great art seems to arise from a depth of emotion. Are suffering and depth of emotion intrinsically linked? Is art not itself an attempt to relieve that pressure? In the same way as sex? 5th house matters.
There seems to more clarity to this question when I think about sports, such as martial arts when trainers advise the athlete to abstain before their fight, or game, or match.
When I talk to him, I'll ask him about this. He wrote it twenty years ago.
I learned a lot from him at various times... stemming from his extreme experience. My husband, same thing. It was Scott who pointed out, I always chose iconoclastic men, which is true.
Here's a revelation. My ectopic pregnancy? That was Scott's baby. Not meant to be. We both know this, deeply.
This feels very Mars in Scorpio to me; am I wrong? Very, very intense. My husband has that placement and this reminds me a bit of him...