Saturday, 11 January 2014

I cannot absolve myself of the need to write (and nor should you)!

An article from earlier this year finally got round to publishing, following on from my last post wishing you all a Happy New Year and my thudding reality:

I have been wondering of late whether people have more time to be creative in the present day than they were in the past and to what extent any greater creative potential available in the age of digital media communications is mitigated by the technologically induced attention deficit disorder it appears to induce.

My own creative urge is to write, though my skill at the craft [if it can be called that] varies wildly! I have at times lacked any inclination to do so, often for months, and when I have tried during these periods what results is stilted and hardly consequential. There are of course different types or forms of writing; I do not mean the ability to produce i.e. a technical article on request about a specific subject and this may just be a personal creative flaw of my own. However, if I am to write something interesting, which in my case are essays of one sort or another, I must first have been inspired. The difficulty is that I cannot choose when and how often I am inspired and by what.  Thought provoking ideas come in many forms; from a song I have heard for the first time, or indeed a thousand times, a work of art, a new place I have visited or fresh insights I have from a book, play or film.

None of the above are exactly revolutionary points but I can’t help but make them for there is something wonderfully strange about the process of, and the urge, to write creatively. If I find that I am inspired to put pen to paper I don’t have much time for the idea will dissolve unless I start to give it concrete form and develop it. I also do not know what overall point I am making, if any, until I have at least captured the initial spark in ink.

What has put some wind in my sails lately is that I have had more time to stop and think about things and to read/see a feast of literary and cultural delights. In my case this has been due to being unable to do a great deal due to a fractured vertebrae but whatever catalyst gets you started treat it as a silver lining and seize it with both hands!

Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to see an exhibition of Leonardo Da Vinci’s anatomical drawings and notes; his artistry was extraordinary but nowhere near as much as his insights. Using only pen,  paper, his eyes, and I assume some very sharp implements, he was able to map the human body with extraordinary accuracy making insights about the function and mechanics of organs hundreds of years before anyone else. Some of his work could still be regarded as cutting edge in modern science. For example, he ingeniously took a wax cast of an ox heart and made a glass replica from it. He then poured water containing grape seeds through it and observed the swirling patterns, or eddies, the sand made as it passed through.  Somehow, he worked out that these currents play a role in closing the valves of certain parts of the heart to enable it to pass on to the next part, something scientists only worked out very recently. Tragically, this incredible work was only published in 1900 as it would have utterly transformed the study of anatomy in Europe centuries earlier than it has actually developed. That being said it is a small miracle we know of it at all, the only copy sat in a vault for centuries and could easily have been lost, only to be published centuries later.



It seems to be a tradition that older people think the world is somehow “going to pot” and that people are less well informed that they used to be, that journalism is dead and politics is corrupt. There have of course always been corrupt politicians, rubbish journalists or political propagandists who seek to destroy language (the phrase ‘U-turn’ appears to be their favourite missile at the moment) and there will always be some things wrong with the world. What is certainly not the case is that we are less well informed than any previous generation.

The internet, along with the rest of IT, has increased the ability of people to find out about new ideas dramatically. It has also democratised the forming and expression of opinion on any subject imaginable hugely. This has meant that a substantial proportion of the internet is dedicated to subject matters of debates which are not necessarily interesting or important; who after all in their right mind (over the age of 12) really cares what Justin Beiber is doing!

I think that we get a rather stratified and distorted view of the past. Though far fewer people were able to be creative in a way that could be recorded; aside from no internet, most people were too busy just surviving to write a sonnet and may well have been ignored or even persecuted had they managed to do so. For every Milton and Keats we know of there may well have been dozens more whose work has simply not survived or who have been marginalised to the point of being forgotten, as many we do remember i.e. Keats very nearly were. There will also of course have been a great many more writers, poets, musicians, scientists and other creative types who were simply not very good!

This is the point I think people miss,  that no one will know or care who Justin Bieber or Miley Cyrus are in 20 years. In 20 years there will be just as many new, unmemorable and talentless people who will in turn be forgotten. We will of course be left with a permanent digital reminder of Bieber et al. thanks to modern technology. However, there is vastly greater opportunity for talented people not to be missed, or even just to have the chance to be creative in the first place and I think that is a price well worth paying. 


No comments: