That Well Of Creativity

A mix of thoughts, questions and ideas; analysing what and how we troll the depths of our creative wells. What inspires me (or you dear reader, for that matter) to be drawn to pen what I pen. Of late, these thoughts have been spinning through the dark passages of my mind. Then I had an epiphany…. which has lead me to pen this article on where and how I draw from my well of inspiration.

The one thing I do know, that for me to tap my inspiration I need to be on an emotional high or low. I cannot just be bumbling along, on an even keel. I get ideas and thoughts regardless of my emotional state, but I can only act on them when my emotions are out of alignment. Hence I at times have to drag myself into a thoughtful, dark place to take the ideas in my head or notebooks, and then translate them into words on paper. The easiest way for to do this is via music, I have a few artists whose lyrics have the best effect on me, they drag me into a thoughtful emotive state to best translate my thoughts to paper. There are some songs on depressing subjects out of which I have written emotive, and even positive or romantic poems. That will keep some “shrinks”happy for hours or even the subject of an interesting article for “Psychology Today” 🙂 My wife is relieved to hear that I do not have to be physically depressed to draw my thoughts out 🙂

I do know that reading and music are very useful triggers for me to draw deep from the well; both of need to be on the dark side, for me to accurately tap my creative well. Reading the First World War Poets; notably Owen and Sasson, and some of the classical Poets; Milton, Blake, Elliot and Chaucer (although he is more humorous than dark). Musically the lyrics of Dylan and Springsteen are best or the harmonious sounds of Pink Floyd ELP and Ulver – http://www.jester-records.com/ulver/ulver.html (especially there their album: THEMES FROM WILLIAM BLAKE’S THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL). These are my main sources of flitting on the edges of deep dark thoughtful emotions. My wife has an interesting take on my mindset, she feels I thrive on or need angst in my life… not entirely convinced on that front yet … 🙂 but she does have a point ….

The whole subject of creativity and depression is well documented over the years, with many interesting articles written on the great painters, composers and writers. So far be it from me to expound to much further or bore you with details of the great ones. I do want to share a few very interesting articles I found on one of my favourite websites; if you have not visited Maria’s site please pop over to: https://www.brainpickings.org/ and follow her on twitter:

Lou Andreas-Salomé, the First Woman Psychoanalyst, on Depression and Creativity in Letters to Rilke
“A great deal of poetic work has arisen from various despairs.”
https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/05/12/lou-andreas-salome-creative-block-rilke/

Alison Bechdel on Writing, Therapy, Self-Doubt, and How the Messiness of Life Feeds the Creative Conscience
“It’s by writing… by stepping back a bit from the real thing to look at it, that we are most present.”
https://www.brainpickings.org/?s=alison+bechdel

Probability Theory Pioneer Mark Kac on the Duality of the Creative Life, the Singular Enchantment of Mathematics, and the Two Types of Geniuses
“Creative people live in two worlds. One is the ordinary world which they share with others and in which they are not in any special way set apart from their fellow men. The other is private and it is in this world that the creative acts take place.”
https://www.brainpickings.org/?s=Mark+Kac

The Forgotten Soldier

history written by the victorious

remembered by the soldier

forgotten by all

battered, bruised, discarded

honour cast aside

no medals for the forgotten warrior



once forgotten

memories now return

new wounds emerge

new scars

new pain and guilt

but still society forgets



wars once popular

now become an anathema

silence abounds

but the memories remain



history written in black

but remembered in blood

history written in scars

survives beyond the fading text



politicians write the history

soldiers carry the weight of that history
© 2016 michael d emmerich
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The Greatest Escape

what makes one free

the ability to have no cares

carry no baggage

freedom to move



when are we most free

when we have no stress

when we are able to just be

when we have a choice



when can we escape

why do we want to escape

to what are we escaping

the fire or the frying pan



is not the greatest escape

the ability to escape

regardless

true freedom

even it be to grass less green



the fire is warmer than the frying pan

maybe some of us take solace in its heat

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

This and That

I have taken a break from formal writing for the past week or two, and have been focussing on catching up on reading (all sorts of stuff; poems, fiction, non-fiction). I have also been ordering all my writing prompts and ideas – poems, fiction and professional. The ideas are still flowing, just been writing them up in my ideas book, to regurgitate at a later date (need to get index cards and sort my ideas – finished and unfinished, my book is getting way to busy).

Took out my sketch pads a week back and am working on a few rough drafts, drawing the mental images that flit in and out of my mind – scary stuff that. Who knows maybe I will be brave and post my “finished” bits and pieces.

Oh well back to my day job – for awhile – hope to have some work finished to load over this coming weekend. Thanks for all the support, comments and followers, much appreciated; lets stay inspired and keep writing!

Umberto Eco: “To survive you must tell stories”

Night Unfolds

as the sun sets

and the day draws to a close

night stealthily creeps

across the land like a plague

inexorably it slowly advances

without remit or thought



one thing slowly becomes another

light fades to shadow

darkness follows shortly afterwards



many become few

few become one

in the unfolding of night

shadows blur the lines

that merge into silky blackness

enfolding all in its path

night becomes one

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

We Were all Once Aliens

we don’t live her anymore

we have since moved on

the vacant and to let signs are posted

we have no forwarding address

we have moved on to another place to call home



we are following in the footsteps of our ancestors

and yours!

they were welcomed with open arms

we welcomed them with open arms

why do we find the doors closed

and signs saying move along

nothing to see or do here



no place for the refugee, the immigrant

no place for those who look different

no place for a fellow human being

our home becomes the street

the tented shelter



we don’t live anywhere anymore

we have no where to call home

so alone

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

The Chemistry of Life

what is your pH

are you in the Zen

or are you just being acidic

breath in breath out

feel the symmetry of your inner diffusion



we could always be in an osmotic state

where we spontaneously move to be in balance

when we automatically

randomly intermingle to find our Zen state

the law of henry should be our mantra

balance the small stuff, and the big stuff aligns



Balance Ying Yang

the words that make the Zen go round

all of life needs to finds its fulcrum

including cellular life

as they say in life it’s the small things that matter

or is it the matter in the small stuff



Find your Zen

explore your inner chemistry

wear your No. 7 number with pride

find your inner balance

maybe you will then be in your Zen

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

My Poetry Journey

My goal is to have about 50 poems by year end and then publish the best in an anthology with a short back story to the history/journey it took me to write the poem, and what/where or how I was inspired. Some of them are deeply personal, others are from my past and some are just diatribes about life, the world and all the shit going down . It is amazing how writing in different styles stretches my mind and also how some poems just fly out in machine gun staccato burst and others have to be dragged out over a day or two. Thanks for the feedback and I do hope you are enjoying taking this journey with me, I cant say its always fun, but the thoughts and inspiration sometimes take on their own life and just have to be written.

My Enemy is My Friend

the battle of life rages on

as it has since Cain killed Abel

sides are picked

weapons are chosen

the games dictated by others has begun

friends become enemies become friends



battles are won and lost

mountains are gained and valleys are lost

lives are lost for inches and feet

leaders spill the blood of others

never of their kin or own

living or dying in the trenches of life and war

in the mix and mess of the trenches

we all become equal



blood mixes with the soil and the soul

in the depths of the dark

decisions made can be unmade

enemies can become friends

who is to say that this life is not precious

who can be so bold as to let others suffer for an ideal

whilst they wallow in the comfort of their lies



sides picked can be unpicked

the enemy of my leader does not have to be my enemy

decisions made on high can be undone on low

when we look into the eyes of our enemy we see but ourselves

staring back at us in pity and fear

as we gaze into the thousand-yard stare

let us see more than the abyss staring back at us



as your thumb cocks the hammer

as your finger squeezes the trigger

as your fist pulls back

as your knife is about to plunge

first gaze into the mirror of his eyes

to see yourself staring back



the dignity of living

must become the new normal

enemies can become friends

friends and enemies all long for the same

to be able to die at a time and place

that they have chosen

not chosen for them through lies and deceit

as a new day dawns

young men should no longer fight the battles of the old men

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Don’t Look Back

 

The sea at your feet

The wind at your back

The horizon in your grasp

The weight of the world pressing you down



TURN

cast your cares aside

reach to the future

grab the horizon

drag it towards you

let the wind in your back drive you forward



MOVE

away from your past

write your own future

don’t repeat the history

let it keep you moving forward



FLY

like the wind

let your feet get wet

with the troubles around you

keep moving forward

stop and you will sink



ONWARD

your future awaits

do not fear the reaper at the rear

for he waits for no one

for today you fly

and tomorrow lies in wait

in eager anticipation

it is yet to be written

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich