It was bound to happen: no sooner did I publish my last post than I realized that there was already a wonderful series of posts on this very blog by Tess Callahan about the power of constraints to spark creativity. She's even given a lovely TEDx talk on "The Love Affair Between Creativity and Constraint." My contribution this week is to direct you to her "Unleash Creativity" posts, especially "Give Students Chains to Break" and "Impose Time Constraints."
In other news, my Older Kid (who is college age, a fact that continues to strike me as rather bizarre) informed me today that he has created a multiplayer, multimodal game for his friends--a sort of scavenger-hunt-slash-role-playing-game--that involves video, text messages, and real physical "plants" of things and people. He told me that he has not felt this good, mood-wise, in a very long time. I gently suggested that this was an example of the healing power of creativity, rigorously supported by research, in action. Since he is on break from classes until the end of the month, we talked about how he might manage to schedule time for his game creation when the new semester starts, and really commit specific hours of the week for musing and engaging in this flow-producing activity.
Speaking of classes, preparation for teaching my honors course, Creative Imagination: Theory and Process, at FIT this semester I've been immersing myself in research on design thinking. Stay tuned for a post (or more than one) that connects this popular series of strategies, which emerged from Silicon Valley and is taking all domains by storm, with the art of poetry.
Finally, I'm stoked to participate in another of Geoffrey Nutter's Wallson Glass poetry seminars tomorrow. I first learned about this miraculous enterprise from Kathleen Ossip, who mentioned that her brilliant poem "Your Ardor" was first drafted in one of Geoffrey's classes:
At the end of a semester when I’ve taught a lot, I like to go be a student, for balance. Last May I ended up in Geoffrey Nutter’s wonderful private class in upper Manhattan, which centers around a magical pile of source texts strewn across a long table; at that table, I wrote ‘Your Ardor.’ So there are images and language from those texts in the poem, and ardor was very much on my mind at the time.
Here's to more ardor, more balance, and many, many poems!