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Keep the creative fires burning! Cousineau, official spokesperson for the Joseph Campbell Foundation and host of LINK TV's "Global Spirit," gives readers the inspiration and tools they need to alleviate burnout & rekindle passion in all areas of their lives, be it business, creative, or personal.
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Keep the creative fires burning! Cousineau, official spokesperson for the Joseph Campbell Foundation and host of LINK TV's "Global Spirit," gives readers the inspiration and tools they need to alleviate burnout & rekindle passion in all areas of their lives, be it business, creative, or personal.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781573242998
  • Publisher: Red Wheel/Weiser
  • Publication date: 5/28/2008
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 577,878
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 0.80 (d)

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Stoking the Creative Fires

9 WAYS TO REKINDLE PASSION AND IMAGINATION


By Phil Cousineau

Red Wheel/Weiser, LLC

Copyright © 2008 Phil Cousineau
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60925-026-3



CHAPTER 1

Fires of the Imagination

The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.

—Auguste Rodin


Inspiration is a flash of fire in the human soul. Consider the marvel: the inrush of spirit, the flash of an idea, the flame of insight, the spark of imagination. It's the Aha, Eureka, and Hallelujah moment all rolled into one. Inspiration is a message-in-a-bottle from the distant shore, a window into the other world, a tap of the muse's finger, the grace of the gods. It comes when you least expect it, when your defenses are down and your vulnerability up. It arrives in a dream, a conversation, a brainstorm—and leaves without warning.

Inspiration is John Coltrane emerging out of a fourday silence with Love Supreme streaming through his soul. It's Pierre Bonnard running to the easel after seeing his wife bathed in golden light in their bathtub. It's Paul McCartney drifting off to sleep one night with the words "everyone lives in a yellow submarine" floating through his head. It's the New Yorker cartoon with the light bulb flashing over the head of the starry-eyed inventor.

Inspiration can also feel like a sudden possession. The mass hypnosis that came over Michelangelo and a group of fellow sculptors in Rome the day the Greek sculpture Laocoon was lifted out of the ground is illustrative of this fantastic aspect of inspiration, because it immediately compelled the entire group to draw it.

Sometimes softly, sometimes violently, sometimes sweetly, inspiration swoops down and compels us to express ourselves, the devil be damned. Suddenly, we're moved to speak our minds, like the ecstatic Chinese poet Li Po, who believed he was divinely inspired to write his travel poems and drinking songs; or Jane Austen, who was determined to write even after being banished to a tiny desk in the cramped hallways of the family home; or Rembrandt, who resorted to painting dozens of self-portraits when he ran out of money for models.

If inspired, the creative spirit takes wing, soars, surprises, blazes with radiance. "The glow of inspiration warms us," Ovid wrote 2000 years ago, "and it is a holy rapture." Allen Ginsberg said, "I write poetry because the English word inspiration comes from Latin, spiritus, breath, and I want to breathe freely." "Who knows where it came from?" French philosopher Maurice Merleau-Ponty admits, "My own words take me by surprise and teach me what to think." Singer Ani DiFranco sighs, "I have no idea where it comes from. It isn't fair."

Inspiration: it's fascinating, enchanting, angrifying, exasperating, and elusive. If you try to pin it down, it squirms like Proteus, the Greek god of shapeshifting. It mocks your attempts to capture it with ropes of theory, keeping its secrets by slip-sliding away from you. If you deny it altogether and try to will your work into being without it, the work is recognized as "uninspired"—possibly the worst critique you can receive, because it insinuates you're mechanical, soulless. On the other hand, trying to force yourself to "be inspired" is like trying to think more clearly by squinting.

What you can do is be ready when the moment comes to work. You can be receptive, ready, and audacious.

Stephen King's On Writing is one of the best nononsense guides to the creative process in years. In it, he writes: "Let's get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good ideas seem to come from literally nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky ... Your job isn't to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up."

So inspiration may be an unpredictable friend, as inscrutable as an oracle and fickle as a weathervane. But if you're serious about your own creativity, you have no choice but to try to make it ... well ... scrutable, to salvage a wonderful old word. What you can do is improve the odds that your spirit will be moved by being alert to whatever form inspiration may take.

The recurring theme reflected in my own various passions—from the arts, to politics, to the spiritual life, to architecture, to baseball—is the ardent belief that the sparks of inspiration are everywhere. If I remain open to the wild fire they portend and don't hide behind the shutters of cynicism, sooner or later, one will ignite. In some still-elusive way, inspiration has to be both everywhere and everywhen, because it isn't a luxury for me. It's not a hobby; it's my life. Everything has to fit, sooner or later, into my insatiable desire to be creative or it feels like my life is backfiring.

For me, this means that I find inspiration in the rainbow flight of wild parrots over our house in San Francisco, the bells tolling from the church down the hill, the laughter of nursery-school kids walking in the rain, the lived-in face of an old Filipino newspaper seller, and the chance 1930s postcard stuck into one of my father's books. If I'm stuck, I look far and wide for the fires that will kindle my inspiration. My life revolves around this constant search. If I'm not on fire, I'm not inspired, and I can't work. If I force it, the work always sounds as if it's written in someone else's voice.

When asked what inspires me, I say, "Whatever sets my soul on fire." That means travel, books, art, music, photographs, nature, or café conversation. Often as not, it's the ordinary wonders that do it—the sandal-maker, the mail carrier, or a cantoneiro, a sidewalk tile-setter I met in Lisbon years ago who felt he'd been given a gift from God in his ability to lay tile in beautiful, swirling black-and-white patterns. As I knelt to watch him work, I saw a glint in his eye that revealed devotion to his craft and gratitude for the gift he'd been given. That inner light has shone on in me till this day.

To immerse myself in the extraordinary, I seek out the paintings of Bonnard, the symphonies of Mahler, the sculptures of Henry Moore, the nature essays of Annie Dillard, the plays of Eugene O'Neill, the poetry of Philip Levine, the songs of Van Morrison, the slick lines of a '64 Mustang, and the lilt in my son's voice when he says, "Pop." And I can't live without my daily dose of creative fire. Without it, I become neurotic—or grumpy, as my son tells me. But at least I know I'm not alone in this fierce desire. Seven hundred years ago Rumi told his followers: "Make friends with your burning." Fifty years ago, jazz great Miles Davis was so lit up by Charlie Parker's he cried out, "I want his fire!"

However, caveat lector. Reader, beware. There are at least two kinds of inspiration. The first lifts your spirit, as spirituals and sunsets do. It makes you feel good, which isn't bad. But the second lifts your spirit and then flings you like a flaming arrow, full of passion and resolve to set the world on fire. This is the duende, the dark song in the gypsy soul, the black light that enflames the canvas, the spark that enlarges the heart. This is the blood surge that can be detected in the poems of Federico Lorca, the paintings of Edvard Munch, and the dances of Martha Graham. And it's combustible.

In this sense, inspiration is a gift from the back of beyond—a revelation of what separates us from all other species. We are moved to create, not out of brute instinct or biological necessity, but because we feel something so deeply we must respond, however carefully. Tchaikovsky describes this formidable force, in a letter dated from Florence, Italy, February 17 (March 1) 1878:

If that condition of mind and soul which we call inspiration lasted long without intermission, no artist could survive it. The strings would break and the instrument be shattered into fragments. It is already a great thing if the main ideas and general outline of a work come without any racking of brains, as the result of that supernatural and inexplicable force we call inspiration.

This isn't just shoveling smoke. It has everything to do with striving to express something—not off the top of your head, but from your fiery depths. Olympic gymnast Mary Lou Retton put it this way: "Each of us has a fire in our hearts for something. It's our goal in life to find it and keep it lit." This goes for superb athletes, great artists, and also for rice farmers in the Philippines, brick-layers in Guatemala, teachers in Buffalo, and nurses in the Scottish Highlands. They can all teach you something about how to stoke the fires even under the harshest circumstances.

I'm trying to tell you something important here. The creative urge matters. Stories matter. Images matter. It matters that you were born with a genius, a guiding spirit, a daimon that may know more about your destiny than you do. It matters that there's an abyss between human hearts that can be bridged with ink, paint, stone, and music. It matters which words you use to bridge that chasm. "Stories," "sparks," "fires," "genius," "daimon," "heart" are all sacred words in my vocabulary, because they do just that. But words aren't enough. You need something more, a spur that quickens you into action, a trigger that makes the phoenix in you rise from its ashes. You must make these words and desires move; you need to move beyond inspiration until it becomes something else.

The great Oregon poet William Stafford speaks of a mythic thread of destiny woven by the Three Fates: "There's a thread you follow. It goes among / Things that change. But it doesn't change ..." When in doubt about what you're supposed to be doing with your fierce heart, think about this thread. Is it your faith in the divine, your love of family, your vocation as a creative artist or entrepreneur? In this book, I will try to convince you to hold onto that thread as you enter the dark labyrinth of your incomplete work, no matter what your motivation.


HOLD ONTO THE THREAD

This much I know. The creative journey is a search for the deeply real. It's a fiery attempt to make real some idea, some vision that is uncomfortably unreal until it's created. The search for inspiration, like Stafford's mythic thread, is neverending. The thread is the force that makes you real—if you don't let go of it. Your work will never be real—realized—until you are.

Here is a very real description of inspiration given by ten-year-old Nila Devaney, from Arcata, California:

Inspiration is foolish. He doesn't lie, but he only begins the truth. He is the one who starts the picture and completes the world. Without inspiration, there would not be you. Inspiration is like a candle: the flame of everything, the start of everything. Every time inspiration walks into a new neighborhood, he immediately makes friends with the kids.

Ah, from the mouths of babes.

I'm fascinated by those of any age and talent whose spirit has been awakened by this depth of awe and wonder. But I also know that, at the end of the day, it's up to me to pick up the pen or the camera. Over the years, I've learned to respect the deceptively simple wisdom behind folk stories about creativity—like the wonderful legend from China in which an old king gold-plates his bathtub and commands his finest craftsmen to carve upon it fine sayings from the old sages. Each morning during his bath, the king meditates on these sayings, which he called the Five Excellent Practices, in order to rule as wisely as possible.

The next three chapters explore the first three stages on the creative journey: celebrating the waking dream of reverie, having the courage to seize the moment, and seeking the wisdom of those who can help you make what you once only imagined. Each chapter offers a handful of "excellent practices" or exercises you can use to activate your imagination and stir the creative fire smoldering inside you. As Yogi Berra described baseball practice, "There are deep depths there." The Roman writer Pliny the Elder cites Cicero as the origin of one of my favorite expressions:

Whilst they as Homer's Iliad in a nut, A world of wonders in one closet shut.

The verse refers to an ancient practice in which scribes copied Homer's great epic in script so tiny all 17,000 verses could fit inside a walnut shell. Soldiers could then carry the book into battle for inspiration, as Alexander is believed to have done when he marched to India.


FIRES OF THE IMAGINATION IN A NUTSHELL

Your imagination holds news of eternity. Inspiration comes and goes, creativity is the result of practice. There is a gold thread from your soul to your real work. Hold onto it for dear life. There is a force within you that breathes divine fire and brings your work to life. Honor it at all costs. Give us something the world's never seen before: you.

CHAPTER 2

Celebrating Reverie

Psychically speaking, we are created by our reverie—created and limited by our reverie—for it is the reverie which delineates the furthest limits of the mind ... We have not experienced something until we have dreamed it.

—Gaston Bachelard, Poetics of Reverie


March 1986. Late Saturday night, sipping cappuccino in the old Café Figaro in L.A. I picked up a newspaper and turned to the movie section. My eyes fell upon a curious photograph. It was unmistakably a portrait of Napoleon—but it was carved out of a grain of rice and inserted into the eye of a needle.

After giving the image the old "once-over-twice," I learned from the caption that it was the work of a Soviet-Armenian émigré, a "micro-miniature sculptor," by the name of Hagop Sandaldjian, whose first exhibition was opening that night at a local gallery. I couldn't resist the sly wink of synchronicity. This I had to see for myself.

Later that night, I found myself eyeing the strangely amusing photographs of Sandaldjian's creations on the gallery wall. The exhibition catalogue described the artist as a virtuoso viola player and an ergonomics expert who had learned his miniscule art from a fellow Slavic musician. When he came to America in the seventies, he settled in L.A., but had difficulty finding steady work. Eventually, he began to create what one critic described as his "unimaginably minute worlds within the eye of a needle."

When my turn came to lean over and peer into one of the microscopes, I felt myself falling, as if down a slippery slope of metal tubing. At first, I saw nothing but the gauzy reflection of the inside of my own eyelid. Then the gallery walls seemed to close in; my head felt like smoke and my hands like ashes. I groped for the focus knob and twisted it until the image of Napoleon standing on a pedestal appeared, his hand thrust inside his black overcoat. Dazzled, I moved on to the next microscope. This one revealed a grain of rice on which was spelled out in Arabic: "There is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his Prophet." Next came rice grains featuring Mount Ararat, reputed home of Noah's Ark, and an image of Donald Duck made from the dust of crushed diamonds and rubies.

The Lilliputian artwork took my breath away, which is no throwaway phrase. Japanese calligraphers are known to wait for the moment between heartbeats before putting brush to paper. Sandaldjian cultivated the same discipline, waiting for the nanosecond between his pulses before cutting into the delicate rice grains—a length of time that's been deftly named the "creative pause" by Magda Proskauer, a teacher of breathing techniques.

While gazing in amused awe at Sandaldjian's creation of a miniscule left-handed baseball hitter with a red cap, I overheard a professorial man say that those who'd witnessed the artist at work claim they couldn't tell when his hands moved. He appeared to be in a reverie, lost in a wondrous world of his own making. Looking up from the microscope, I had the sense of swooping back into my body, a sense that I'd encountered the work of someone who'd reached into the holy fire of the creative spirit. As Bill Cosby says, "I only told you that story to tell you this one."

Driving back to my hotel in Westwood, I was overcome by the reeling sense that transportive art always provides me. I felt as if I'd been gone for a long time, in a strange land. No doubt about it, the planet is bulging with artwork. But numinous art is rare, like the long-lost bronze statue of a victorious charioteer hauled up from the bottom of the Mediterranean. When we encounter what's been conceived in fire, the flames spread and we're set ablaze by the revelation of another world. We're inspired, but not out of fawning admiration. We're moved by the enchantment, the effort that moves us to what St. Therese called "the tenderness that moves words to action," and the emotion that brings us close to whatever is divine in life.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from Stoking the Creative Fires by Phil Cousineau. Copyright © 2008 Phil Cousineau. Excerpted by permission of Red Wheel/Weiser, LLC.
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Table of Contents


Acknowledgments     8
A Fable about Fire     9
Introduction: The Creative Journey     11
Inspiration     26
Fires of the Imagination     29
Celebrating Reverie     39
Seizing the Moment     59
Seeking Guidance     77
Perspiration     98
Creative Space     101
Deep Focus     119
Burn-out     137
Realization     160
Real Work     163
Cool Fire     187
Passing the Torch     205
Epilog     215
Recommended Reading and Viewing     216
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    The Real Work

    Cousineau, a prolific author with an encyclopedic knowledge of other writers and artists, puts forth a roadmap to help guide you on your creative journey. A large portion of the book deals with the establishing the value of art in our lives. "At the core of this book is the passionate conviction that, if you long to live a life of purpose and meaning, you must have a creative vision." Once you agree that the pursuit is worthy, you will be eager to know more about the nine steps towards igniting your imagination that will take you to your "real work." He suggests that the creative work that you care about deeply is the work that you were meant to do. A friend of Joseph Campbell, and author of The Hero's Journey, Cousineau is grounded in the mythic implications of story. I used this model for the journey of my protagonist in my historic novel, Wai-nani, High Chiefess of Hawaii, in hopes of achieving a universal connection with readers. I am pleased that Cousineau is picking up where Campbell left off with the message that art is not just a pastime. It has been an essential expression of cultures though out history. What is more important is that art gives deeper meaning to the lives of individuals who dare to take the creative journey.

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