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Written on November 22, 2006, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Sometimes, having creative friends can be a miserable endeavour, even if, being creative yourself, you have sympathy for their disaffected moods, the lack of satisfaction shown after great effort, the tangenital butterfly mentality which defies logic. However, if truth be told – and given that we can establish what truth actually is, it can be – the nonsense is practically always worth it.

On Saturday I sat, exhausted after a long day on my feet, having said the word “podcast” so many times that the word had begun to lose all meaning – “frogcart” and “poshcarp” being my two favourite malapropisms deriving from this temporary psychosis – with a charming, intelligent and slightly shy clinical psychologist, and we began to discuss the meaning of “creativity”. The restaurant was all show and no ingredients, they didn’t even have COFFEE on the menu (not that I would have drunk it, but NO COFFEE?? How crap is THAT??) but the conversation was calm and logical and gentle and interesting. It moved at an after-dinner pace and I found myself soothed by the traditional views that were present.

Creativity, I said, can be the moment when, rather than sitting tired at a bus stop, waiting for 30 minutes in the rain, you realise that, if only you move around the corner, catch another bus, take a different route, you can be home in 15 minutes. My companion said that she thought Creativity meant the Arts – writing, drawing, acting, music, that kind of thing. Having made the case for a wider view, still, I could not disagree with her. She works with brain-damaged people. I ventured just far enough to explain that I didn’t think it necessary to imply to anyone that there was any kind of heirarchical distinction to be made – we’re all monkeys on the face of this earth, scratching in the dust, equally confused, however elegant and sophisticated the level of our confusion. Healing is creative, I said, you are making people whole again. She smiled; I felt enormously better.

This beautiful video is by one of the most creative people I know, and contains some footage of my holiday in Norway from earlier this year.

It’s Wednesday – a perfect time to be creative.

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This thing has 6 Comments

  1. Anonymous
    Posted 22 November, 2006 at 6:36 pm | Permalink

    A lovely and creative piece of writing, Mr. Deek.

  2. twit
    Posted 22 November, 2006 at 10:39 pm | Permalink

    Nice vid. LOVE the music.

  3. Indigobusiness
    Posted 24 November, 2006 at 4:05 pm | Permalink

    My world has been so given over to Philistinism it seems an apology is in order for every creative expression.

    There seems to be a new form of salivating Pavlovian creativity that functions for the ring of a bell, or some sort of treat or reward.

    Far different from the driven sort of compelling creativity that had men with torches crawling far underground to conjure forms on cave walls.

    Nice film.

  4. dave bones
    Posted 27 November, 2006 at 11:52 am | Permalink

    we’re all monkeys on the face of this earth, scratching in the dust

    This is what I always think. All this value and weatlth is an illusion. Relative levels of supposed comfort. In the end its just complex ways of getting food to your mouth.

  5. Indigobusiness
    Posted 29 November, 2006 at 2:42 am | Permalink

    Wake up to find out that we are the eyes of the world.

  6. Anonymous
    Posted 1 December, 2006 at 5:49 pm | Permalink

    I agree with you about the bus/rain vision of creativity. We are trained to have a sheep mentality and true creativity is thinking outside the box. It’s why a scientist can be creative, not just an author or painter or something like that.

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