There’s a sentence in my notebook which says: Mind and imagination are crippled by notion, conviction and opinion.
Sounds like a quote but it came to me one night while I was sleeping. I woke with the words in my head. They weren’t quite arranged in that way when I first heard them. I wrestled for a while, like one might wrestle with the opening stanza of a poem, until I was satisfied they said what they were supposed to say. Then I went down to my desk and wrote them in my notebook.
They’ve been there for perhaps a year.
By this stage of the game I don’t worry about happenings like this. Somehow I’m involved in a process of developing a text. I don’t know what the text is about. It’ll be a novel, in all probability, because that’s what I do; write novels. I suppose there’s an outside chance it might be a short story or a poem or even an essay. But I believe it will be a novel.
I hear things people say; I read surprising passages in other people’s books; I see a shadow in a film; think a thought; I wake with words in my head, and all of these things go into the notebook. Many of them seem unrelated, but I know that they are related, only I’m blind to these relationships at this stage of the process.
Slowly, over time, as I dispense with my notions, convictions and opinions and open myself to language and experience and memory, my mind and imagination will stir and rumble and I will begin to make signs on a page and all that is now hidden, as if behind a veil, will come tumbling forth.
Table of contents for From My Notebook
- A Writer’s Notebook I
- A Writer’s Notebook II
- A Writer’s Notebook III
- A Writer’s Notebook IV
- A Writer’s Notebook V
- A Writer’s Notebook VI
- A Writer’s Notebook VII
- A Writer’s Notebook VIII
- A Writer’s Notebook IX
- A Writer’s Notebook XI
- Gerd & Henri’s Goose
- Tourists and Chips
- Tourists and Chips II
- Butterflies
- Tears Trickle
- Waiting for Galatea
- The Waitress Calls Me Luvie
- Ambience
- Nineteen Forty One
- Deus Absconditus
- A Waste of Time
- Like a Stick
- Math and Mass
- Insensitivity
- Being Badgered by the Wild Child
- What Is Forgetting?
- Living with the Past
- Relationships
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Nov 4th, 2007 at 11:53 pm
But if you dispense with all notion, opinion and conviction with what can you fill the void? I’m all for the concept of ‘blank canvas’ in creativity of all kinds - it’s just that once the canvas is filled, your (or my) notions, opinions and convictions are published - whether we like it or not!
jb says: Yes, of course, you’re right. But the hope is that there will be a degree of originality about the finished object. Isn’t our search for the best way to bring this about?
Nov 5th, 2007 at 10:17 pm
Dear John… this was so interesting. It’s a bit like the Keats quote from his letters, ‘Negative Capability, that is when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason’. It’s a favourite quote for psychoanalysts, too. It’s only in the pause between thoughts that creativity emerges, that the springing to life of an idea fizzes into being. I find quite regularly now that ideas about my patients, or the talk I’m about to give, or what I want to say to Henry or Rosy, drift up from the unconscious just as I wake up, as if they’ve been sorting themselves out in my unconscious while I sleep., and I know that as soon as I start thinking about them properly I lose flexibility.
jb says: Hi Jenny, how lovely to hear from you. Great to hear that you’ve been there, too; and thanks for putting it into a Keatsian context . . . a man capable of being in uncertainties . . . a rare breed, indeed, these days.