If “if’s and edges were candy and ledges, oh what a wonderful….”

Isn’t that how it goes?  No?  Thought for sure it was.  Who comes up with these  immortal little verbal ditties?  So.  What comes first… writing one of these posts?  Title of video/image/song?  Often it is the music/film clip/image that is the primary catalyst and sometimes it is simply a saying gone awry.  Clever little wordplays that pop up in my brain like a warm frosted pop tart. 

And what exactly is it that feeds the creative mind?  What nourishes the nuggets of novelty that one day become poems/short stories/books/film?  I couldn’t get to sleep last night so I turned on the TV. Got stuck on a PBS channel at a program talking about and with various directors/writers/producers about their films.  More particularly the start of their careers.  You could tell the program was relatively old as all interviewed seemed so very much younger than we know them to be now.  Anyway, they finally came to Quentin Tarantino.  He mentioned how quickly he wrote Reservoir Dogs.  Just sat down one day and started to write.  Stopped 21 or so days later and poof!  One of the best films to come out of the early 90’s.  (Pulp Fiction stands beside it vying for the same spot in my humble opinion.)

Does spontaneous creativity trump the sit down, try and tweak creativity?  Of course not!  Because who really cares how a song/film/book came to be.  It is the finished product that carries it all.  Enjoyable/relatable/immortal.  (Some of you may have noticed use of multiple word descriptors with these things:  /.   Totally unconcious on my part.  Was reading the Wakefield Doctrine yesterday and noticed the use there of that literary style thingie.)

What do you think? Can consensus, without subjectivity, really be reached when it comes to art?

Edge you! (dedicated to the scotts I love)

Yeah, you heard me.  “Edge you!”  You guys know what I’m tellin’ ya here.  For all the bullshit commentary left in sacks at the bottom of my last post I ask:  “what the hell did you think you were readingDidja not see any of the beauty?  Did you not catch anything in those myopic sieves of yours?  And  you!  The Right Rev. RCoyne!  Man, don’t do me like that.”   

[Yo! Lunchbox! Have we weened the audience yet? “no, I did not just call them wienies.  lift your head a little bit more.  yeah, chin horizontal like“.]

Writing is an art and like any art is open to interpretation.  Having said that, art requires imagination.  It requires stepping outside the pre-printed boundary lines and walking blindly into something that could be.  Yes, I am getting all clarklike, but “edge you”, that’s your problem.  Should I try and  s-p-e-l-l it out? You know, about how something small can be huge, significant but not significant…be a thing that only imagination can show us.

To be honest, I put the Guru video in the last post strictly because I have always loved that song and was thinking of it that day.  No heavy duty significance – just a cool song.  There’s an easy going beauty about it-  “seamless”.  The bass “riff” is consistent, solid, pervasive and totally completes the song.  Nothing flashy.  In writing the last paragraph of that post I was able to say what I was struggling to express.  A simple concept holding a beauty all its own.

 ” All the while we struggle with challenging what is, we begin to build a foundation upon which to lay a life riff so seamless, so perfect it goes completely unnoticed as anything but part of what has always been.”  

Lighten up people.  Lighten up…..