creativity

my friend macker is studying creativity. this both excites me for him — because you should always be excited for someone who is learning about something that really excites them and gets them all riled up for living juicy — and aggrivates me in some small hangnail way.

studying creativity. in someway... this almost seems like on oxymoron. i mean... studying, dissectiving, researching... . . . just go out there and BE creative! be. create. do. go. talk. sing. skip. swash. shwip. jump. stack. smash. scream. or let the creative silence envelop you.

i don't think i could ever study the field of creativity because for me... god, i think it would suck the life blood right out of there for me.

sucking the life blood right out of me seems to be an ongoing theme lately.

i've never really been the type of person who would think that something else is awful. but lately... man. i seem overwhelmed with thoughts of different professions and how having to do them would suck the life blood right out of me. suck me dry. leave me like a forgotton maple leaf, curled up and parched in a vacant parking lot.

anyway... macker's latest class is about "evaluating measurements of creativity" and just that phrase makes my face twist up and my eyebrows swoop down. and the only thing that comes to mind is.... why?

isn't creativity subjective and isn't that the beauty of it? and why does it need to be classified or judged or categorized or any of those things? see -- those things seem the very antithesis to creativity. those things are the evildoers. they are the terrorist machines ready to ram into our creative towers. (okay -- i should be disqualified to write anything further after those horrific metaphors). you know what i mean.

and this will end my rant, but... what has really been irking me lately is money. and how money has gone beyond the root of all evil and has simply become the root of all -- if you are considered to be a decent human being. it seems as if they only motivating factor these days. people buy hospitals to make money. workers rely on their employers for retirement etc but these same employers have the benefit of not respecting pension plans so that the company can stay afloat. and i am surrounded by people everywhere -- am i one of them? -- that are doing things that do not make their hearts sing. what is the It for you? -- the best the most wonderful the heartpumpingly proud as all hell thing you could be doing?

sigh.

anyway. i wish i could say, macker, put down that coursework and go spend some time out in nature and paint and write and make up words and skip on your way home and shout into the wind.