The Nine Bedevilments of Creativty

Just finished The Sick Bag Song, Nick Cave‘s epic book-long poem/song that is also part tour diary and travel narrative.

Finding myself relating to a chapter discussing the bedevilments of creativity.

As described in the book:

The Nine Primary Bedevilments of Creativity are —

Procrastination through fear.

Procrastination through indecision.

Procrastination through perfectionism.

Procrastination through waiting for inspiration.

Procrastination through chaos and misadventure.

Procrastination through illness and tiredness.

Procrastination through raising a family.

Procrastination through superstition and religion.

Procrastination through madness and suicide.

The Nine Secondary Bedevilments of Creativity are —

Procrastination through the Internet working.

Procrastination through the Internet not working.

Procrastination through Twelve Step Programs.

Procrastination through therapy and self-help literature.

Procrastination through charity work and saving the planet.

Procrastination through education and outreach.

Procrastination through hobbies and outside interests.

Procrastination through addiction.

Procrastination through sex.

The Nine Tertiary Bedevilments of Creativity are —

Procrastination through HBO.

Procrastination through dying your hair.

Procrastination through making money.

Procrastination through not making money.

Procrastination through not having the right equipment.

Procrastination through personal hygiene.

Procrastination through shopping.

Procrastination through decorating your workspace.

Procrastination through making unnecessary lists.

The Nine Quaternary Bedevilments of Creativity are —

Procrastination through vampirism.

Procrastination through lobotomy.

Procrastination through manual amputation.

Procrastination through cannibalism.

Procrastination through bankruptcy and recession.

Procrastination through environmental collapse.

Procrastination through terrorist attack.

Procrastination through apocalypse.

Procrastination through decapitation.

I also like Nick’s description of Detroit:

…the city resembles a severed head, incinerated and discarded by the side of the river; its cavernous eye sockets are empty, bundles of dead nerves dangle from its neck, its shattered mouth gapes, a few desolate wires hang from its stark, scorched skull and, suddenly and incomprehensibly and so foreign to my body I could weep, I feel my heart expand with what I can only describe as a sensation of hope. Is there a word for that? Hope in the face of great calamity?

Probably time again to revisit this:

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