There were times during your earlier years, say your
twenties and thirties, where it occurred to you how original you were. Things such as falling in love, becoming a
writer, having friends who were gifted musicians, and working in publishing
were helpful factors convincing you of the essential error of your earlier
thoughts.
Then, as such things will evolve, you spent an enormous
amount of time fretting over the absolute lack of any originality within your
immediate being and your study. Back
before such landing sites as the Internet, you were filling page after page in
journal after journal with laments and dirges about A) the earlier hubris in
considering yourself owner of any measure of originality and B) your awareness
of how studied you were in your derivative nature.
This took you into your forties, whereupon the accidents
that got you caught up in publishing from what you considered the wrong
side—the editorial side--of the desk catapulted you into teaching, whereupon
what you’d thought to have been a decent education revealed itself to have the
same thickness and consistency of cafeteria peanut butter.
You were literally too busy preparing for students to worry
any longer about originality.
The drop of water you were (and are) came to terms with the
ocean to the point where you believe there are still wide avenues of discovery
in many if not all areas where discovery is possible. However, with that in mind, you’re also of
the opinion that comparatively little truly original thinking is done on a
day-to-day basis.
This is by no means to let yourself off the hook. You believe you’d enjoy thinking and
implementing things of a truly visionary and original nature. You also believe there is a greater
opportunity for originality than you’d supposed in the ordinary, dare you use
the word quotidian?
The trick of presentation is in point of view. Any person has a shot at a fresh, insightful
point of view, provided the person can manage to quiet down the other interior
voices clamoring for attention. Some of
these voices rank high in well-meaning intent.
With the exception of your mother tending to warn you from time to time
about being careful, she was in her lifetime, content to have her say then
support your choice of action. Your
father kept it simple. Whatever you want
to be, he said, be a good one. Thus
their voices go into the cheering section.
There are a number of voices coming from the opposing team
stands. You’re happy to acknowledge most
of these voices are component parts of you as opposed to the few carpetbaggers
from your education and cultural associations.
With focus and ongoing discipline, you have managed to develop and
exercise a narrative voice you admire and trust.
The more you feed and listen to this narrative voice, and
the more you exercise it, allow it to develop opinions it can support, the
greater the likelihood you will find something fresh to say about something
that appears ordinary, perhaps even to the point of cliché.
Get on the best possible terms with your process, then use
it to redesign the portions of the universe that interest you to the point
where your designs work in harmony with the music and art and technology of the
men and women about you.
Originality is every bit as much about what you do with the
elements about you as it is about the invention of new elements. Originality is you way of decorating the
rooms of your inner life with the designs and placements that welcome you every
time your eye registers their presence, every time your ears take in their
cadences and pulses, every time your feelings resonate to their music.
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