Sometimes
when I present my work people look at me strange. They like what I do but it
seems to scare them that I'm able to think of such things in such ways. Take
this blog for example. You are happily reading this body text thinking “I
thought this week the theme was Oriental and here's Colin going on about people
looking at him strange as if that was strange”
But what if I told you that being creative is a form of madness; a symptom maybe? I said this to someone once. Their response was “Oh, well that explains everything.”
I thought, “It does?” and so I tried to figure out what being mad did explain. I came up with:
Then I thought, well if everything was explained because someone was batting for clowns, then that would mean everyone who ever did anything must be spoon-bendingly twisted. This then leads me to believe that, because every single person, creature and plant on this planet actually does something, even the smallest thing like breathing, all of which contribute to mass bundle of stuff known as chaos and thus all being important to the constant running of this planet, then all of the 7 point something billion humans plus the trillions of creatures and plants all working together must be more Barking than a suburb in the East of London.
And if that's the case, the no one is normal and the entire world, from capitalist chain store to Fracking gas Barons, is run by complete fruit loops. Which explains everything.
So if everyone is completely Chicken Oriental, why look at me strange?
But what if I told you that being creative is a form of madness; a symptom maybe? I said this to someone once. Their response was “Oh, well that explains everything.”
I thought, “It does?” and so I tried to figure out what being mad did explain. I came up with:
1. Why the smell of old books is better
than the smell of chips. (Because you're nuts)
2. Why you can describe things in poems
using words that have nothing to do with what you are describing. (because
you're a loon)
3. Why popping bubble wrap is soooooo
satisfying. (because you're crazier than a box of frogs)
Then I thought, well if everything was explained because someone was batting for clowns, then that would mean everyone who ever did anything must be spoon-bendingly twisted. This then leads me to believe that, because every single person, creature and plant on this planet actually does something, even the smallest thing like breathing, all of which contribute to mass bundle of stuff known as chaos and thus all being important to the constant running of this planet, then all of the 7 point something billion humans plus the trillions of creatures and plants all working together must be more Barking than a suburb in the East of London.
And if that's the case, the no one is normal and the entire world, from capitalist chain store to Fracking gas Barons, is run by complete fruit loops. Which explains everything.
So if everyone is completely Chicken Oriental, why look at me strange?
And I'm
insane?
Drill down
Smash rock
Just to see
how mush gas they've got?
And they call
me mad?
Tell lies
Change
they're minds
Just to say
say rich man's hide?
And they call
me mad?
Giving one
family
For being born
Because the
Americans buy tea towels with them on?
And they call
be mad?
Well I am mad
I'm mad as
hell
That these
self appointed elite get to tell
Us what to
do.
They must be mad.
Colin Davies
They must be mad.
Colin Davies