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A while back, Peg Willocks and I created a website for 'creativity' called "Park Street". We think it's developing into an interesting place to let your mind play so we're going to update it and get it going again. Take a look ad let us know what you think. What could we add to it ?
Creativity As Experienced by Carol McLeod
I live here in fantasy land. My imagination and creative impulse is so much a part of me I wonder it isn’t visible. I feel like it is. It feels like there’s some extra appendage growing out of my head..
When I was growing up my life was half lived in this world and half in the one I made up. I usually played by myself in reality but I wasn’t alone in my world. I could live under the sea, I could become any animal. A patch of trees was a ‘fairy woods’, the creek was a mystical river. I’ve never really grown up, and I think my creativity springs from the ‘inner-child’ part of me.
As I was looking through my files, hoping to find a poem or two I hadn’t printed anywhere that I could use here I was struck by the oddity of the file names in my collection. They almost made a poem of their own. They certainly say something . Here;
I could call this “The File Poem”
A few years ago I started losing my mind
Basking in the cathode rays
Bill Withers Lean On Me Lyrics
Bird Song
Chicken Cordon Bleu
Clean up
Crawl
crawl_post
drive_in
Drug companies are obviously not altruistic
Dystopia
fishing_rodeo
Frogtown Films Collection
House Projects lite
I miss your hand holding mine
Im in my prime
It is the time between darkness and light
letter to ash
Need to
Sleepover
Soon you will wake up
SQUARE EGGS AND EXPLODING HAMPSTERS
Stuff List
The dead Maple tree in the back yard needs to be removed
The rest of my life hung on a moment
The rock hurtled through space for millions of years
To Chicago
Trials
Under the Boardwalk
Wall outlet covers downstairs were not painted or put back on the wall
Welcome Home – Status
Yard plan
yoo hoo
The rock hurtled through space for millions of years
A remnant of a violent meeting of matter far away
Born of fire and colliding inevitability it began
And traveled to this end
Millions of years it journeyed through this galaxy
Passing miracles on the way to this one night
And as it broke through the heavy air to die
I looked up