Okay, so this is a song that I’ve had on repeat for a while now. You don’t know who Phil Ade is, get to know him. This track has that good music vibe. Extremely hard to explain it. Never mind your opinion on what “could” have been done with this beat. GO LISTEN NOW!
Every time I sit at my computer and tell myself, “you will blog” nothing comes to mind.
While this is not (or shouldn’t be) a shock to many of my bloggers out there it’s particularly vexing to me. What is this inspiration that I’m constantly seeking that I can never find that just sort of “appears” every now and then? Why can I write a whole series and then, out of the blue, shut down and have the most stifling writers block imaginable?
The basic question that this poses is: What is the nature of imagination or creativity? Surely there have been numerous writings and studies on this but, as I have yet to read them, you must pardon my uninformed opinion. How can I begin to look at this? Oh the possibility.. Can a single event have such a profound affect on someone as to spark a combustion of ideas? (Stop screaming at me, I know the answer is yes, may I be contemplative for a minute? Sheesh.)
In recent, I’ve tried to recreate these events. To create inspiration. I’ve tried everything cliche: walking through the nighttime streets, staring out of the window.. basically, if you can find it in song lyrics there’s a strong possibility I’ve done it. I’ve even attempted the Philosophical reflection pose..
(Not sure what that is? See this video. No, I won’t give a time where the pose is located. It’s an enlightening lecture everyone should see.)
At this point, I’ve completely lost track of my blog. That’s just it though. The imagination is so circular that what I was thinking five minutes ago may not be what I’m thinking right now. So is that creativity? To be able to fuse seemingly disparate ideas together into some comprehensible form (or even fuse them together period)? If so, what in the nation did I walk through the park for?
Wishing you all a lovely Valentine’s Day.
(Disclaimer: This post is unedited. Stop judging me.)
A.M. Harris
