The “Novelty” of Creativity
Here‘s an article at NYTimes about a dude mapping creativity in the brain. It’s a moderately interesting read. What caught my eye, however, was his working definition of creativity, which is noted as the “common definition of creativity”: the ability to combine novelty and usefulness in a particular social context.
The OED defines creativity as: Creative power or faculty; ability to create.
So, is creativity “novel”? I have some difficulty balancing the concept of creativity with “novelty,” which the OED defines as: “1a. Something new, not previously experienced, unusual, or unfamiliar; a novel thing.” BUT, but, then, later, “1e. An often useless or trivial but decorative or amusing object, esp. one relying for its appeal on the newness of its design.” This definition is much more pejorative. There’s something extremely problematic about thinking of creativity as a combination of “novelty” and “usefulness,” which the OED defines as: “Having the ability or qualities to bring about good, advantage, benefit, etc.; helpful for any purpose; serviceable.”
To say that creativity is a balancing of novelty and usefulness implies that what is novel (here, insert “new” rather than “trivial”) is inherently useless. How is newness or innovation useless? Furthermore, if this definition the NYT uses is in fact the “accepted” definition, what does this say about creativity as a whole?
Friday Fuck Books, Let’s Let Our Contemporary Indie Musician Friends Discover the Joys of Melodrama.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BXr_4g0o9M
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Puph1hejMQE
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Friday, No? Go Right Ahead.
Nail your whiskey sweat over the fireplace.
If you’re going to write, for God in heaven’s sake, try to get naked.
Part drunk, part bee-stung dog.
Holding a bottle and a leashed alligator.
You ever lived out of a lake?
A snake will bite when dead.
I’d much rather sit here and look at trees.
You smell sweeter than soap.
I don’t drink liquor!
I fall into…
I dip my tongue.

A new book. Is it comforting to know that other people are rejects too? There’s that great Merwin poem, “Berryman,” that describes Berryman’s writing advice to the poet. Lines on rejection:
as for publishing he advised me
to paper my wall with rejection slips
his lips and the bones of his long fingers trembled
with the vehemence of his views about poetryhe said the great presence
that permitted everything and transmuted it
in poetry was passion
passion was genius and he praised movement and invention
Bathroom Poetics
I was at my favorite bar the other night watching some NBA playoffs when the bathroom called to me. I found this:
I think it takes some real balls to 1. claim to be God and 2. claim a space in the Smokin’ Joe’s unisex bathroom to stake your Godness claim. Or maybe some drunkard had a supernatural experience in which God visited said bathroom and said drunkard simply wanted to share it with the world. Whatever. Bathroom poetics.
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Yes, I am slightly tri-sheeted. Over-posting. Over-commenting. In the name of Steve Martin, etc. I say, “Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee me.”
And I understand the look on the face of the woman below. Sorry. OK? You went out in a T-shirt…
The semester is over [OK, it is finals week] and I have my rights. And lefts. Also UP and DOWN. Give me 4 chapbooks right now and I’ll buy them, period, as long as it’s painless (no checks or BS Snail Mail–I desire Paypal or you take my credit card). Give me the 4 links now, the chapbooks and I buy them. I’ll review them later, most likely. Or maybe I shoot them or set them afire. But I will read.
Chapbooks only.
They will appear here later, shot or aflame or reviewed. So like you are buying an echo.
I suppose.
MACHETE… MESSAGE TO ARIZONA
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKhChMHhBN8
Leszek (Lech) Jankowski wrote the music for the Brother’s Quay film “The Street of Crocodiles.” Here is a short blog post that includes a link to an mp3 of that soundtrack. Here’s his website. Right now, my head sounds like this guy’s music. If you need me, I’ll be in bed.
“Speed of light.”
httpvh://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLnmvseCseI




