They came in a caved canoes
Like a plethora of guest
To cook mouthwatering dishes
We fell to he sweet aroma
Like a dragon bell of odds
And journeyed to wedlock
Through the path of greediness
Forgetting the emperor’s advice
Now we battle odds into the shadow
Of the lilac bush that grew
Outside the hanging garden of abbysinna
Showcasing the silenced heroes and heroins
The heroes were silenced
Like two toddlers tugging
On the same stuffed toy.
Crystal E Poet
CRYSTAL POET ARENA
(Uplifting the spirit of poetry)
Greetings to us all in the name of our God. I hope our day was good. Welcome to CRYSTAL POET ARENA. Intrigue, suspense, Emotion. The basic building blocks of all human stories, worlds,pictures,sounds;that is how we communicate them. At CRYSTAL POET ARENA what we do here is simple: we encourage creative people to paint the pictures of the world as they see it using the medium of words, we encourage poets, amateurs, critics, philosophers and experienced writer to depict the world in amazing ways that matter. We are here to support,build, discover your inborn and market them to the world. And support you all the way….
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The world remains hidden
From us lying beyond
The boundaries of thoughts
Like a distinction made within
Our scheme of thinking
Does not marely point the gaps
Between appearance and realities
But all the while, my thought
While imagining that it has
Ventured forth on a voyage of discovery
I marely patrolled my own parameters
Like a prisoner in a painted cell
Who takes the picture for windows
For all I know, there is nothing
Beyond my inner life that saves
The materials of words
Crystal E Poet
I am from the land of culture
A land full of pride and prestige
A land of splendid origin
Where the hanging oil lamp
Cast a warm golden light
Over the laboring village of men
A land of the Ukwani people
Where mountain smokes behind the moon
Giggled far away into another corner of the world
A land where cultural affinity Swindles like a touching Blazing bright of nature
I am from the land of Nde Ukwani
Those who drink water and palm wine
From the cup made of bronze
A land where we make seven rigged
For the ceremonial beat of Ukwata And tugged back into the moment
A land where flood of greatness Swelled in our chest like
A snicker ripping through the audience
A land where the patch of shade
Under the palm tree
Blubber like a wig-wam
A land where whim-poor will
Is found only on the African soil
Whim-poor-will, a symbol of greatness
I am an African, a Negro
I’m Ochonogor Ifeanyi Chukwu
The black creature endowed
with pen of creativity Painting papers with words
Like a poetry windbag .
Crystal E Poet
The hot and dry wind
Split my lips in few hours
And dry my eyes
Until I feel brittle and ready to crack
The threat of war is in the air
The village drum beat martial tempos
As band of horses mounted warriors assembly
And the normal, delicately
Balanced system of bribery
And tenor, the unite tribe were given away
A mound of earth with leopard
Skin flung the earth
I was tormented In a thousand pretty ways
When I saw the figure arms
They kill our People
And give us money to bury them
They split innocent bloods
On our father’s land
And expect us not to be hostile
After long days of silent preparation
Tell Alara, Tell Ajero Tell Orogun Ilu Ila we must wake
Wake to Safeway our future
What then do we have
In this maze of uncertainty
If we refuse to take revenge
If Violence it takes
Let us be a victim of change
If we must paint the sky black
Because we are mourning
Then let us all be a painter
painting with paint of revenge
Crystal E poet
CONNECTIONS FUEL CREATIVITY:
NOTHING IS ORIGINAL
Steve Jobs is an obvious person to reference whenever you’re talking about creativity or innovation, so I wasn’t surprised to find that he has spoken about making connections before. This great quote is from a Wired interview in 1996:
Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask. creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, they just saw something.
Jobs went on to explain that experience (as we saw in the image at the top of this post) is the secret to being able to make connections so readily:
That’s because they were able to connect experiences they’ve had and synthesise new things. And the reason they were able to do that was that they’ve had more experiences or they have thought more about their experiences than other people.
Maria Popova is arguably one of the best examples (and proponents) of what she calls “combinatorial creativity.” That is, connecting things to create new ideas:
… in order for us to truly create and contribute to the world, we have to be able to connect countless dots, to cross-pollinate ideas from a wealth of disciplines, to combine and recombine these pieces and build new castles.
She’s given a talk on this at a Creative Mornings event before, and made some great points. Being able to read about a wide range of topics is often one of of the most important elements. I really liked how she pointed out the way our egos affect our willingness to build on what others have done before:
… something we all understand on a deep intuitive level, but our creative egos sort of don’t really want to accept: And that is the idea that creativity is combinatorial, that nothing is entirely original, that everything builds on what came before…
My favorite part of this talk is Popova’s Lego analogy, where she likens the dots of knowledge we have to Lego building blocks:
The more of these building blocks we have, and the more diverse their shapes and colors, the more interesting our castles will become.
Author Austin Kleon is someone who immediately comes to mind whenever the topic of connections and remixing art comes up. Kleon is the author of Steal Like An Artist, a book about using the work of others to inspire and inform your own.
It starts off like this:
Every artist gets asked the question, “Where do you get your ideas?”
The honest artist answers, “I steal them.”
Kleon is inspiring because he’s so upfront about how the work of other people has become part of his own work. He’s also keen on the phrase I quoted from Maria Popova above, that “nothing is original”:
Every new idea is just a mashup or a remix of one or more previous ideas.
If you’re looking for advice on creating more connections between the knowledge you have (and collecting even more knowledge), Kleon’s book is a great place to start.
He offers suggests like:
(1). Carry a notebook everywhere
(2) Read a lot
(3) keep a scratch file
There’s a key difference between knowledge and experience. It is a clear point—that knowledge alone is not useful unless we can make connections between what we know. Whether you use the terms “knowledge” and “experience” to explain the difference or not, the concept itself is sound.
Lots of great writers, artists and scientists have talked about the importance of collecting ideas and bits of knowledge from the world around us, and making connections between those dots to fuel creative thinking and new ideas.
This is a really fun, inspiring topic to read about, so I collected some quotes and advice from my favourite creative thinkers about the importance of making connections in your brain. I’ve added emphasis to the important parts, but if you have time I’d recommend reading the whole post and even digging into the sources I’ve linked to.
To start with though, I want to look at some research that shows intelligence is closely linked with the physical connections in our brains.
INTELLIGENCE AND CONNECTIONS: WHY YOUR BRAIN NEEDS TO COMMUNICATE WELL WITH ITSELF
Research from the California Institute of technology showed that intelligence is something found all across the brain, rather than in one specific region: The researchers found that, rather than residing in a single structure, general intelligence is determined by a network of regions across both sides of the brain. One of the researchers explained that the study showed the brain working as a distributed system:
“Several brain regions, and the connections between them, were what was most important to general intelligence,” explains.
The study also supported an existing theory about intelligence that says general intelligence is based on the brain’s ability to pull together and integrate various kinds of processing, such as working memory.
At Washington University, a research study found that connectivity with a particular area of the pre-frontal cortex has a correlation with a person’s general intelligence.
This study showed that intelligence relied partly on high functioning brain areas, and partly on their ability to communicate with other areas in the brain.
Aside from physical connectivity in the brain, being able to make connections between ideas and knowledge we hold in our memories can help us to think more creatively and produce higher quality work.
After long days of silent preparation
Tell the rest, it is time to wake
For the gospel to be proclaimed
Youth, great power of the gospel
Amid vast dominion are the tales
They are the tools of gospel
Says the scripture
Easily tainted by the biblical knowledge
Indeed, they are youth of purpose
Youth of purpose
Let not our white be painted with black.
Just in unity we make the vision visible
Let go back to our cultures of early church. All for one and one for all. Not just every man to his own. Leaving in unity, calmness, and love
It is now, we the youth of Purpose
We the youth of uncommon Purpose
Wake up to our works in church
Wake up to our works on campus
To be Purposeful
We have a lot of task ahead of us
To that antique land of honour
Remember! Remember!! Remember!!
Revealed to John the beloved
At the island of Part mos
Let all rise and be what the supreme being
Created us for.
Crystal E poet
Written under the advices of
When Esquire asked Gay Talese to write a piece on Frank Sinatra in 1965, he didn’t want to do it. Everyone seemed to be writing about Sinatra. But the (now legendary) writer reluctantly took the assignment, traveling to Los Angeles only to find that he couldn’t even get an interview—Sinatra wasn’t feeling well. Talese. remained in L.A., hoping the crooner might recover and reconsider, and he began talking to many of the people around Sinatra—his friends, his associates, his family, his countless hangers-on—and observing the man himself wherever he could. In time he found that Sinatra’s illness wasn’t killing his story; it was the story. In April 1966, Esquire ran what editors continue to say is one of the best pieces they’ve ever published: “Frank Sinatra Has a Cold.” (You can still read the full story today, at esquire.com/features/esq1003-oct_sinatra_rev_.)
It wasn’t the best because Sinatra was the subject. It was the best because Talese had put the work in, paid attention, and gone beyond an article about a man everyone knew of. He’d found a story.
To write a strong feature it’s not enough to just give the facts. Your piece must have the most essential element in any story: It must be a story.
In nonfiction, like fiction, what readers need more than anything is a reason to care, to want to know what happens next, how it will all turn out. Readers want stories. And stories are driven by tension. It’s your job to give it to them.
First you have to find it. Then you have to tell it.
TRAINING YOUR HEAR IS A TENSION
Stories are everywhere if you learn to look. Sometimes you have to search, and sometimes you just need to pay closer attention to what’s in front of you. Here are some ways to find them.
Think of the whole story, When approaching a new story, look beyond the newsworthy item that led you there. It’s easy to be distracted by what’s happening on the surface. But think about all that might have led to that moment. What might seem to you like a boring ribbon-cutting ceremony for a new business may really be the culmination of a lifelong dream for the owner. An ordinary high school graduation could be a moment of triumph for a student who overcame great obstacles to hold her diploma.
A story about a sports team that wins (or—think of the tension—loses) a championship isn’t about that one game. It’s about an entire season, possibly longer. In the end, it might not be about a game at all. Listen … to everyone. When reporting, don’t just listen for people to confirm what you already think the story is. Seek to be surprised. Probe into people’s lives and listen to the small details. Let them jabber away. If the tension is not obvious from the start, it often shows itself through an offhand comment or some seemingly trivial fact. Uncovering those means talking not just to the big players in the story, but to everyone you can.
I woke up one morning to discover that a well-known local panhandler had died. Ray was known for changing into three different suits throughout the day as he wandered downtown Flint, Mich., begging for money, giving hugs and proposing marriage. I thought his eccentricities were enough to write about—and really, they would have made a fine article. But I couldn’t help wondering if there was more to Ray’s story. I walked around downtown, asking people who’d known him to share their thoughts and memories. Those bits of information and anecdotes created a mosaic of Ray that brought him to life—and they also led me to Joshua Spencer, a local businessman who had been especially kind to Ray, even driving him to the doctor. I wondered: What does a sick and lonely man talk about with one of the few people he trusts? And that’s when I found the real story.
It opened like this:
[Ray] would sometimes tell him during their phone conversations, always between 10 a.m. and 10 p.m.—a limit Spencer had to set. It came up during their many lunch dates or when [Ray] would stop into Spencer’s downtown ad agency or when Spencer would drive him to doctor’s appointments. [Ray] would tell him what worried him most—that the people who he stopped on the street every day, women he’d propose to, all the people he had special names for, the people who would wave hello or blow him off, did not love him as much as he loved them.