Creativity, Chaos, & The Crazy: Welcome To My Blog
Like any good artist, I’m passionate, scatterbrained, and indecisive. Writing a blog focused on one clear, specific theme? Yeah, not gonna happen. Choose between my love for music, writing, and art? I laugh, my friend, I laugh.
So welcome to the right side of my brain, where I talk about anything and everything creative, poetic, and magical- none of my passions feel left out! I promise I will try my best to avoid censoring and filtering out all of the utter nonsense and insanity as it leaves my brain and onto whatever device I’m writing on. Hopefully, this will be my honest thought process, confusing as it may be. Unfortunately- or perhaps very fortunately, I am inclined to believe- that means it’s going to be a little chaotic sometimes. But chaos is welcome here, along with any insanity; any good poet knows there’s something true, something beautiful, something indescribably great and genius about chaos and insanity. Bob Dylan knows it, Edgar Allen Poe knew it, and I believe Van Gogh knew it so well he really was a little nuts (in a genius sort of way). It’s like Poe said himself (one of my favorite quotes, actually): “Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.” I wrote a poem about this crazy is genius philosophy, actually.
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING
His mind is utterly shambolic,
They whisper that he’s gone quite mad,
That his disheveled clothes are symbolic,
For the brilliant mind that he once had,
But while they talk rumors I have to wonder quietly,
While staring at the world from my window pane,
Is he mad or is it society,
For trying to shame & explain his beautifully odd brain?
I ignore the ignorance of everything they’ve said,
Let out a small laugh & shake my head;
What is that genius creating now?
Creativity can’t be logical. Art can’t make perfect sense. Be crazy. Be weird. Be irrational. The rational, anticipated and predictable don’t give you meaningful results, I’ve found. What’s smart about staying in your box? What wisdom can be found following the path of others blindly? Question everything. Don’t let anyone convince you venturing into the unknown is bad, because it’s brave. If they tell you you’re crazy, just smile and say “I know.” Or do what you want- who am I to give advice? I could be wrong. In this particular scenario I don’t believe I am (after all, I have Einstein, Poe, and Aristotle with me on this one), but I still could be.
I don’t really know how to end things like this, to be honest. See you next week when I talk about how I believe in magic! Is that too abrupt? Too impersonal? Maybe I’ll sign off like a letter. In a way I guess you could call this a letter to society, or to the five people that see it, at least.
Stay unapologetically weird,