Be More Creative Guest. This week WB Yeats on Creative Flow

This is the final post in this regular “Be More Creative Guest” series.

Going forward, Mondays will be devoted to “My Creativist Hero”, where one creativist praises the achievements of another.

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As I'm in such a Yeatsian haze at the moment, finishing Her Secret Rose, I thought I'd conclude the series with my favourite description of Creative Flow, from his “Among School Children” (1925).


Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?

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