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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

On creativity…


Creativity is . . .

…squinting your eyes and seeing something that you’ve looked at a million times

…embracing a random thought

…the mess that results when the spool of kite string gets wound around everything else in your junk drawer

…an effect without a cause

…a total lack of friction

…an electric fan’s artful arrangement of dust bunnies in the corner of a hardwood floor

…reckless recollections

…feckless predilections

…tactless abstractions

…the things that you tell yourself when no one else is around

…the product of a hopelessly twisted thought

…anything that you do with a radish

…obviousness rarified

…blood-poor iron

…successfully executing Lather-Rinse-Repeat in reverse order

…fusible obtuse

…equal parts of silk and coarse gravel

…a mental implosion

…the sound of two fingers snapping

…primate playtime

…the willingness to fail

1 Comments:

Blogger Glory said...

This is both lovely (silk and gravel) and witty (Lather-Rinse-Repeat), and another instance of why I despair at ever being a REAL writer.

24/8/06 8:02 PM  

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