After the lecture this week, I was thinking a lot about creative processes, and the different way we come up for ideas for art. It seemed to me that most of the artists we looked at (ie. DaVinci & Michelangelo) had very deliberate and precise creative processes. They sketched and prepared, and then during the creation of art, they worked slowly and with care.

Then I thought about automatism, and I wondered if letting your mind work uninhibitedly is actually more creative than forcing your creativity to converge on one theme/piece. More clearly, is your subconscious more creative than you?

And I was thinking about this for a few days, not knowing what I wanted my creative act to be. Then on Saturday night, I was sitting with my friends, and I pulled out my sketchbook and I just started to write. Half of what I was writing was what I was overhearing from their conversation, and half of it was me just writing continuously. I wanted to make something beautiful and strange, and I think I succeeded; this poem is what came out:

and the we decided
we felt like the house
doesn't belong to us
when you're in the midst
seriously and it's so much more
to be up here than what it
sounds like to you in so many different ways