Monday, 28 May 2012

Inspiring Creativity Part 1/5

As mentioned in my last post, I am in an Exploring Creativity class that I'm really enjoying. I want to do some consistent posting on creativity, involving excerpts from "Creative Thinkering" by Michael Michalko, as well as some things that get me inspired creatively. From Creative Thinkering:

You are creative. The artist is not a special person, each one of us is a special kind of artist. Every one of us is born a creative, spontaneous thinker. The only difference between people who are creative and people who are not is a simple belief. Creative people believe they are creative. People who believe they are not creative, are not. Once you have a particular identity and set of beliefs about yourself, you become interested in seeking out the skills needed to express your identity and beliefs. This is why people who believe they are creative become creative. The reality is that believing you are not creative excuses you from trying or attempting anything new.

Creative thinking is work. You must have passion and the determination to immerse yourself in the process of creating new and different ideas. Then you must have patience to persevere against all adversity. All creative geniuses work passionately hard and produce incredible numbers of ideas, most of which are bad. In fact, more bad poems were written by the major poets than by minor poets. Thomas Edison created 3000 different ideas for lighting systems before he evaluated them for practicality and profitability. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart produced more than six hundred pieces of music, including forty-one symphonies and some forty-odd operas and masses, during his short creative life. Rembrandt produced around 650 paintings and 2,000 drawings and Picasso executed more than 20,000 works. Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets. Some were masterpieces, while others were no better than his contemporaries could have written, and some were simply bad.


This hummingbird is made from broken CDs. I go through so many blogs with sweet projects and designs, so many of which are like, man, what a sweet idea! If I put my mind to it, I totally could have pulled that off. I'm not saying I could whip out a sick CD hummingbird, but hey, it'd be worth a try.

Lately I've been reading a lot of poetry (not something I generally do, honest). Most people hate poetry because it's too figurative or pretentious. As an English major I have encountered way too many poems that make no sense and then someone explains it to you and you're like, yeah, that still makes no freakin' sense. BUT every once in a while you run into a poem that you just connect with. Below is one of my personal faves by Rudyard Kipling. (With a name like Rudyard Kipling, you'd better hope he's good.)

If

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

- Rudyard Kipling

1 comment:

Ben said...

Everything I know about your post follows. That's Britain's favourite poem. The muse visits while writing, not before. Creativity is about having fewer and fewer ideas until you only have one.