What In The Hell is Creativity?
“I am a poet,” I said.
“Oh,” she answered. “But, anyone who’s taken a Creative Writing class is a ‘poet’. They’re everywhere!”
“Ah,” I respond. (Deep within me, something laughs.) “So, anyone who puts ink stains on paper, or vomits or cuts their wrists and bleeds on a page is a poet?”
“I’m not saying that anyone can’t call themselves a poet. An artist of any kind can define their art. A dancer can call themselves a dancer, no matter whose feet they step on, and still get paid.
“My point, exactly!”
(The laughter turns to a scream.)
“Okay…Have you ever felt transported or moved by a piece of art or music or a performance? All on its’ own. Not because you were ‘supposed’ to because of the money you spent or because your friends thought it was marvelous?”
“I guess so…”
“Remember that time. What was that feeling? Did the world slip away for a blink or an hour? Did something that felt like a soul rise from your chest and try to embrace all of what you perceived? Were there tears in your eyes and an odd vulnerability in your body?”
“Yes! It was like sex inside my brain! But, better somehow.”
(back to a little chuckle)
“That is what I want to do for at least one person with my words.
I don’t want to write to ‘match the couch’ or ‘impress the visitors’.
I want to give a reader their own magic carpet to fly through their universe. Because this is a thing that has been done for me.”
“You…you’re a POET!”
This was inspired by a short exchange I had a few months ago and includes a lot of what I wish that I had said.
No creator produces their greatest work every time and we turn out some schlock just to stay in front of our audience. But, if we don’t have an ultimate goal of really connecting with our audience, essence to essence so to speak, we might look to some other line of work.
Thank you. ~ Dana