Sunday, May 20, 2007

Creative Comedown and Particle Physics

I had this thought: that perhaps what we know as "creative comedown" -- that semi-long-ish period of sadness and meloncholy (and nostalgia) that follows a huge artistic push -- has something to do with the unifying theory of the cosmos.

But seriously.

I can't put all the pieces together. There are too many; they are too fragile. They seem unrelated.

So here's the scoop, in a roundabout, unfinished way:

--My friend Manuel's second book of stories has just come out, and I wondered how it might feel to have so many people suddenly reading your work at the same time, particularly in a rather contained geographic area. Whereas before a book is out, it's a smaller group of readers: short story journal subscribers, your mom, close friends you trust--spread out over a large geographic area.

--I asked Manuel what he thought of this cracked idea, and he wrote to me: Creative comedown coming from work that was finished long ago...sounds more like the true nature of starlight and its speed to you while you're looking up at a night sky from the backyard. It's been over since before you got there.

--Then I was reading this article in the New Yorker, about the world's largest (at least so far) particle accelerator. And it opened this idea that what if creative work--music, art, writing, film--could be thought of as an actual beam of particles sent in a conscious stream from the artist, out into the universe.

--That beam of particles is then received by the "audience."

--A note for the new novel: "time is not linear, it is not a circle. time is a fog, existing all around you all at once, with no visible end or beginning."

--"Light pollution," says another note. I keep coming back to it.

2 comments:

Rob said...

I adore Manuel.
So cool that you know him, too.
Hey, you know Ted and I are going to be in NYC for the Lambda Lit awards at the end of May, right?
Let's get together?

Your mom said...

Isn't that the way an iPod works? When your creative particles start streaming into the universe, I will have a reason to buy an iPod.