The Awe-manac: A Daily Dose of Wonder

The Absurd

Scoffing at what seems illogical is what skeptics throughout history have done with blind ignorance when ridiculous things like the car, the tv, the airplane, the internet, the phone and Ben Affleck as a director debuted. And look what happened. Is that the crowd you want to be associated with? 

Sure, absurd notions that actually turn into something grand are not the rule, but the permission to suspend logic and consider the ridiculous is good creative sense. Plus it’s entertaining.

• Terrify your inner critic with your bold creative actions that defy the conventional and confuse the conformers.
• Borrow the audacity of the artists who just don’t care what people think, you know who I’m talking about. Explore making at least a little of it your own. 
• Roam outside stifling limitations, there are scenic routes that will astound you and inspire you to merge with unyielding originality.

(c) 2011 Jill Baodonsky

 

"It is a blessed thing to have an imagination that can always make you satisfied, no matter how you are fixed."

The title up there is a quote by Mark Twain - free PDF at the bottom

The Pleasantly Plump Lady And The See-Saw:

Want to get rid of ridiculously painful obsessions with an elaborately whimsical plan that involves that illustrious accessory we humans come with ... the Imagination? 

If you’re creative, chances are you’re also sensitive. High sensitivity is a gift in the creative process.  Intense feelings are amazing triggers for poetry, painting, music, plays, writing, and large portraits of our moms riding Harleys.
 

Sensitivity is also a pain in the ass.
 

The unpleasantries of life can be amplified when you're a deep feeler.  Experiences some people just brush off like lint can be experienced by the sensitive creative person like a haunted house where the same unnerving thought is lurking behind every corner, jumping out at you from under the sofa, and ruining a day that could be filled with reverie, laughter, and papaya. 
 

Ever have one of those awful thoughts that won’t leave you alone?  
 
Or your blood pressure gets out of whack because you're rehearsing a squabble in your head with THAT- THAT person?.
 

Or sometimes you let your self-criticism buzz around your brain like a mosquito circulating your ears  in the middle of a restless night?
 

If you answered yes, read more. If you answered no, you're done here.
 

So I’m going to share with you kindred creative-sensitives about how my slightly eccentric imagination saves me from life’s cruel and merciless moments (which is a creative person’s melodramatic way of saying, "life's stuff that happens because we're alive.") 

So take a thought that bugs or terrorizes you. If you don’t have one right now, apply this at the appropriate occasion, (Thanksgiving with the family?)

First, make friends with the thought by neutralizing it.  We’re human and we sometimes get caught up in treacherous mind storms, replaying things over in our minds, and then coming down on ourselves for what we think we ought to have said, or we blame, resent , or engage in other garden variety self-flagellation at it’s very best. Acknowledge that you are human and know that as a human, self-torment is kinda normal.

Welcome to the species. Now that you're aware of it, try something creative instead. 

Next, imagine that you could put the thought in a little tiny box with shiny silver wrapping paper, (perhaps with a hologramatic sheen), tie a multicolor ribbon around it (I prefer satin). Attach a little card that says, “Okay then, bye, bye. “

 Place the little gift box with the treacherous, (now neutralized), thought on the down end of a seesaw (Remember those? Popular before injury lawsuits applied to playground equipment)   … and stand back.

Look up, out of the white fluffy cloud-shaped clouds is a pleasantly rotund woman wearing a tutu, holding an umbrella, laughing wildly and I mean raucously guffawing and falling at just the right speed down to the upside of that seesaw.

Boing!!!

The little gift box with the treacherous, (now neutralized) thought goes flying through the air to the nearest ocean which is conveniently located within your sight (because in the creative process things are NOT linear, they are free to be where we need them).

The gift is flying through the air, (as I said earlier but I have a short attention span so am repeating it again just in case you do too) and some sea gulls are batting it back and forth until they get bored with the little gift box with the treacherous.. (you know) and it falls into the ocean where dolphins nab it and tag team it around in circles for awhile before they TOO get bored with the little gift box with the now, rather pureed thought and it falls to the bottom of the ocean and is eaten by a large sea turtle named Cecil because this happens to be on his diet this week.

(Sea turtles have a very hardy composition and annoying thoughts are filled with calcium which a growing turtle needs for good shell maintenance), and because it IS in fact delicious. Cecil breaks out in a huge smile so wide that his eyes narrow into two little happy slits.

By this time the thought, because of this elaborately absurd (and yet delightfully entertaining- at least to the author) story, has completely lost all of its negative charge. If it hasn’t and it comes back, I just think of Cecil’s happy eyes.

And that’s how the imagination acts as something that can salve (“save” with an added “l” for love) the highly sensitive creative person's obsessive thinking.

Other short cuts:

• Brush the thought off as if it is lint.
• Swat it like it’s a mosquito.
• Replace the thought with an image of you flying over a field of radically majestic beauty.
• Do a yoga balancing pose like Tree. (Yoga  muses wipe self-torment clean with a spiritual cleaning fluid you won't find in any store). 
• Imagine the thought in a cartoon bubble over your head, a seagull comes by and eats it, and then watch as the seagull flies over the ocean and poops it out).
• Give your cat a bath.

 Free PDF of the image above: Download Imagination

Back to the November Muse Flash

 (c) 2011 Jill Badonsky www.themuseisin.com

Writing Roads

 

You write a sentence that paves a street where 

Verbs and nouns drive their cars over the bumpy

Gravel of the first draft  

Traversing avenues that didn’t previously exist before,

a thought took this off-ramp and with it brought

an idea who had an opinion needing a ride and now the street continues

 Making known the unknown map of your mind.

 

And before long you’re at the intersection of Lost and Found

But the words back up into a bottleneck because Found has heavy traffic

And Lost is a one-way street in the wrong direction

And some adverb sticks his head in your window asks you if you want your windshield washed,

And a large predicate is tailgating a little too close,

And you sideswipe some thoughts you had forgotten were there

So you decide to run the light.  

 

But there are not enough words on the other side so you end up in a ditch 

Unscathed because there were no verbs written there yet to hurt you

And a cop on a motorcycle appears and asks for your registration 

and you tell him

I’m the writer here, sir.

 

He says you were writing recklessly…

You almost hit a conjunction,

And there were KIDS on that street and you say,

I wrote that street and he arrests you,

And the judge gives you a sentence that you don’t like,

So you revise it.

So that now you’ve sailed in with the next wave and 

Are resting on a beach, adjectives all very tropical, 

verbs wafting, minding their business,

And thirst quenched by a delicious noun.