This is the final post in this regular “Be More Creative Guest” series.
Going forward, Mondays will be devoted to “My Creativist Hero”, where one creativist praises the achievements of another.
If you have a hero, whose life and work followed creativist principles, and you’d like to be included in the series, email me through the contact form.
The “Be More Creative” guest slots will continue as an occasional feature.
As I’m in such a Yeatsian haze at the moment, finishing Her Secret Rose, I thought I’d conclude the series with my favourite description of Creative Flow, from his “Among School Children” (1925). Image may be NSFW.
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Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
