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FOUR TENETS OF CREATIVITY
PERCEPTION PARTURATION PUBLICATION PARTICIPATION
INTRODUCTION
This short eBook encompasses my experiences of the creative in both art and poetry in particular.The content of each of the four elements Perception, Parturation, Publication and Participation are themselves expressed in a variety of poetic form .The cause and effect of creativity .the impulse that creates inspiration, followed by the parturition (berthing) of the image, idea, thought ,into an artform giving life so to speak ,in words.
This primary purpose, the act of creativity, which is more important than whether it is considered 'valuable ' or is subjectively 'good' in someone else's eyes.
Then proceeding on its secondary reason, complementary and (thus a further bonus )is the the 'communion' thereof , 'the icing on the cake ' ,via first publication, and then record ,and to its fulfilment ,as another 'reads' or sees that images,idea or thought that once resided within me, its participation with another person. The unique 'as is momen',of communion created.
PERCEPTION
Shafts
of light
pierce the gloom-
inspiration speaks
Those
pictures
in the mind-
paint my private
space.
A
well
within-
images,
pictures in the mind,
dreams and visions and things not known.
impressionistic inspiration
in visualised expressions
rivers,rivers stream my mind
spring forth images,to find
Within the soul of my experience
Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,
Awaiting the warmth of encouragement
Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,
Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse
Unshaped,until imagination's birth,
Bursts from the spring of my maturity.
awake,arise ideas and fly free
on imagination's unfettered wings,
blown to and forth,and settle where you will;
Ignite inspiration's delight,tonight
Come..
fly with me
beyond,beyond
imagination;
Capture..
emotion's
aurora in your
firmanent;
Watch..
images descend
as crystallised
inspiration;
Bathe..
in a tide
of surreal
tranquility;
Paint..
what you see
with fine words
of poetry.
the
vivid images
in a painter's eye
transformed,
splash
upon canvas-
the
nouns,adjectives
memorable verbs
from
poetic ears
writ large,then
sweet voices,heard
An image
alights
as a butterfly
in Spring
A thought
arrives
as inspiration
on the wing
An idea
resides
to crystallize
and bring
image
thought
together
as one
inspiration
makes its
own pace
decides
the form
rhythm
pause
rhyme
design
bubbles
from
its spring
seemingly
inexhaustible
The music
of silence
calms
my mind
my
thoughts
trickle-down
bubbling
over
the rocks
of experience
Waves
of imagination
surface
and
jostle
one
with
the other
like
children
at play
shouting
for attention
for life
on my
page
Ideas with nowhere to hide
buried deep within long
forgotten dreams
indistinct ,then becoming clear
words & pictures coming near-
like petals on a stream;
A fragrance that lingers within
a passage of light to my soul,
inspiration to make me whole.
From this confusion, the mosaic of
ideas harmonizes,delineated and
etched as a pattern of thought, a
ribbon of inspiration settles as a verse.
From tumultuous discussions within
images strive for life as a new-born
child wriggles from the womb.First
an outline,then in silhouette,each
unique line,a perceptible signature,so
individual and more personal than
a diary.This spontaneity impetuously
releases the extrovert upon this page,
squeezed out as rain in an arid world.
Artistic inspiration writes itself, as
I merely provide the pen
Mute and multiplied,thoughts trained
and tamer,the subconscious becomes
a workaday drama.A confusion then
evolves into the particular and floats
upon my page.
Simple symbols of self expression
imagery in intuitive motifs,
a harmony of colour ..inspiration
of moods fused into metaphor
In the silence
I think,
day dream I suppose..
thoughts drift in
as images...
In this quiet I
am so alone ...
awaiting some inspiration.
One by one a word
appears ..unannounced..
As a chrysalis to a butterfly
a poem to emerge..
from a mosaic of memories
to an inspiration surge
Inflections...
pauses....
silence.
The unwritten gaps...
the unsaid words..
with
graduated musical
phrases..
as strophes of
inspiration,berthed &
cadenced in our ear.
inspiration
awaits an
interlude
to flash
and sparkle,
an opportunity
for bravura
foreshadowed
in half-closed
eyes
an otherworldly
moment..
Copyright ©
Brian Strand
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