Note on Inspiration

The weather report for today has pockets of rage followed by brief periods of general malaise.

Random thoughts for the week:

i always thought Inspiration should capture someone. Inspiration should chase us down the alleys of our dreams and avenues of our waking lives. It should tackle us and topple us and infest us. It should burrow into our

souls and infect our blood until we are bloated with thoughts. With literature. With Art. Or Music. Or Dance. It is okay to wait until Inspiration catches you before you dive into creation or else you’re liable to spew our swill just to call yourself an artist. It’s even okay to bait Inspiration with sadness, or joy, or plain awe. Art consists of the sweat and blood of one’s struggle with inspiration not of chasing it down in order to demand something to create. One must consume Inspiration but not swallow it whole. There is something sublime in tasting your joy and pain

and creativity. There is something more than creating. There is learning and understanding. There is a foundation even to the most intangible things. One

can never see Inspiration as it takes one over, but one will know it is there-when sweat and blood and tears are part of the creation, not a by-product of wanting to create.