Sunday, December 14, 2014
Brāno
When my mind gets dried out and tasteless, a dose of the proper music will rehydrate it. For some reason I never think of this in advance; there isn't a thirst sense for this deficiency. When the correct 'vitamin' appears, I know it.
Happened this morning. After long weeks of work punctuated by jury duty, my brain was clogged and slow. Tuned across the FM band and hit the Hummel E♭ major trumpet concerto. That was the correct vitamin. Decisive, incisive, sharp. Single melodic line, no counterpoint. You could hum or whistle the whole thing without missing a note.
As the clarity penetrated, I could feel the notes 're-syncing' sloppy associative paths in my mind. Like the sorting mechanism in a linotype, where patterns of slots guide the molds back into their proper channels.
Afterward, my brain was unclogged and decisive and sharp ... or as sharp as it gets, which isn't saying much nowadays.
An afternoon nap provided remarkable evidence of the unclogging. A single image was turned into a hundred variations. Some were black-and-white on paper, some were color, some were living characters. A cornucopia of systematic creativity, stored and then poured out. As always, this creativity is unavailable to the waking brain.
Afterward, my brain was unclogged and decisive and sharp ... or as sharp as it gets, which isn't saying much nowadays.
An afternoon nap provided remarkable evidence of the unclogging. A single image was turned into a hundred variations. Some were black-and-white on paper, some were color, some were living characters. A cornucopia of systematic creativity, stored and then poured out. As always, this creativity is unavailable to the waking brain.Labels: TMI
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