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Monday Morning Memo

Shining City, Troubled Sky

December 12, 2011

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Do Creative People Have to be Self-Destructive?

 

New York Times writer Samuel G. Freedman asks,
“Can the forces that make you creative also kill you?”
“Can you live with control and yet create free of restraint?”
“Can you live enough of the dark side to tell the tale without becoming a casualty?”


Freedman’s curiosity is well founded. History is littered with the corpses of creative geniuses who were self-destructive.

 

Vincent Van Gogh cut off his own ear and mailed it to his girlfriend. Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko would likely have made out the mailing label and taped up the box. Rothko is the lightweight of this trio. His most valuable painting is worth only about 80 million dollars, while Van Gogh and Pollock have paintings worth 150 million each.

 

Nobel laureates Hemingway and Faulkner are the opening names on a Who’s Who list of alcoholic authors. James Joyce, Dorothy Parker, Jack Kerouac, Truman Capote, Hunter S. Thompson and dozens of others trot faithfully behind.

 

Hendrix, Joplin, Cobain and Winehouse are the high-stepping drum majors in a holiday parade of musicians who flirted with death until it finally seduced them.

 

Each of these artists deserved better than what they gave themselves.

 

In her research paper, Creativity, the Arts, and Madness, Dr. Maureen Neihart says, “The belief that madness is linked with creative thinking has been held since ancient times. It is a widely popular notion.”

 

In his book, Creativity and Madness: New Findings and Old Stereotypes, Dr. Albert Rothenberg says, “Deviant behavior, whether in the form of eccentricity or worse, is not only associated with persons of genius or high-level creativity, but it is frequently expected of them.”

 

But we still haven’t answered Freedman’s questions. Let me do that for you now:

 

Q: “Can the forces that make you creative also kill you?”
A: There are no “forces that make you creative.” Practice and determination are what make a person good at basketball, ice skating or cliff diving. The same is true of creativity.

 

Q: “Can you live with control and yet create free of restraint?”
A: Yes.

 

Q: “Can you live enough of the dark side to tell the tale without becoming a casualty?”
A: Can a man fight in a horrible war and return home safely to the people he loves?

 

Examine the life of a creative genius who got lost in the dark and you’ll find that he or she had no partner watching out for them. When Pennie says, “Honey, help me carry the trash to the curb,” it’s not because she needs help with the trash. I’m always annoyed that she broke my concentration in the same way a pot smoker is annoyed when you harsh their mellow. But I help her carry the trash to the curb.

 

As we fall ever deeper into creative thought, we float weightlessly in a silent world underwater where time stands still and everything is beautiful. But it is dangerous to go swimming alone. Be sure someone who loves you ties a rope to your leg so they can haul you up when you’ve been under too long.

 

Self-talk is the other key to keeping your balance.

 

Do you want to drown in the darkness alone? All you have to do is say to yourself, “No one understands me… I’ll never be appreciated… Some people have all the luck but nothing ever works out for me… It just wasn’t meant to be.”

 

Each of us believes what we hear ourselves say.

 

The maternal side of my DNA includes a strong predisposition to depression and suicide. I am familiar with that darkness. The most effective antidote I’ve found is to tell Pennie 2 or 3 times a day about some small thing that makes me happy. Many of the things I choose to celebrate are admittedly stupid but the technique works anyway. “This bowl of beans and rice is really hitting the spot tonight! I’m glad I found this can of beans in the pantry and I put exactly the right amount of black pepper in them. And this Fuji apple is the perfect side dish. Food just doesn’t get better than this.” Pennie smiles and nods. She knows I need to find something to be happy about, no matter how small it might be.

 

Each of us believes what we hear ourselves say.
And it changes our mood.

 

What have you been hearing yourself say lately?

 

Roy H. Williams

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Random Quote:

“Jeffrey Eisenberg and I were looking though a pair of antique doors at Austin Auction Gallery when I saw a remarkable oil painting on the wall behind them and whispered in wonder, “Ozymandias.”

The auction catalog described the painting as, “Arabian horse and handler with Egyptian sphinx, signed lower right Maksymilian Novak-Zemplinski (Polish, b.1974), dated 2000.”

But I knew the painting for what it was. I’ve loved “Ozymandias” since the 9th grade. You remember it, don’t you?

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

When I returned home, I spent a delightful 90 minutes hunting down all the bits and peices of how that poem came to exist.

It was in 1817 that Percy Bysshe Shelley and his poet friend, Horace Smith read the news that the carved head of Egyptian Pharaoh Ramesses II had been removed from his tomb at Thebes by an Italian adventurer and that it would be travelling to Britain.

Shelly suggested to Smith that each of them should write a poem about it and title each of their poems “Ozymandias,” the Greek name for that particular Egyptian pharaoh.

Look at the poem as it appeared in newspaper on that of 1818, and you will see that Percy Bysshe Shelley signed it, “Glirastes.” He did it as an inside joke intended only for his wife, Mary Shelley, who, incidentally, published her most famous novel “Frankenstein” that year.

Mary often signed her letters to Percy as “your affectionate dormouse.” So Percy combined “Gliridae” (Latin for dormouse) with “Erastes” (Greek for lover) to create “Glirastes,” (meaning “lover of dormice.”)

So now you know how Google’s second-most-often-searched poem came to be published without anyone in London suspecting that it had been written on a bet with a friend by one of the most famous poets on earth who chose to sign it with a pseudonym as an inside joke to his wife.

Did you know that I became an ad writer only because it was impossible to support myself as a poet?

Now that you know that, you will not be surprised that Indy Beagle has collected Google’s Top 20 Poems for you to read in the rabbit hole. Indy also found the Horace Smith version of Ozymandias and added it at the end of the Google’s Top 20 list.

To enter the rabbit hole, all you have to do is click the image that appears at the top of today’s Monday Morning Memo. You’ll find this memo archived as “Looking Though Antique Doors,” the Monday Morning Memo for October 20th, 2025.

This is the Google Top 20 List:

  • “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost
  • “Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • “Sonnet 18” by William Shakespeare
  • “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe
  • “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas
  • “She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron
  • “Because I could not stop for Death” by Emily Dickinson
  • “O Captain! My Captain!” by Walt Whitman
  • “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou
  • “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
  • “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
  • “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe
  • “If –” by Rudyard Kipling
  • “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley
  • “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth, “
  • “Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats.
  • “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson,
  • “Jabberwocky” by Lewis Carroll.
  • “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus
  • “The Song of Hiawatha” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ciao for Niao,

Roy H. Williams”

- Looking Through a Pair of Antique Doors

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