‘Hello, Department of Pumpkin Soup? I’ve just reinvented the form and I thought you ought to know. What? Oh, ginger, smoked paprika, cumin, cinnamon… Cinnamon. Yes. And some apples. Hard green apples, but I baked them in the oven first, alongside the pumpkin and sweet potato. Well, it’s winter now. Huh? Oh, that’s funny. Well what you folk fail to realise is, in the subtropics if it is 4 degrees outside, it is 4 degrees in your living room. We are living in matchboxes on stilts. Yeah nah that’s Celcius. Yeah we do. Us, and the rest of the world. K thanks, goodnight! Bye bye from the future. Friday turns out fine.’
Tag: creativity
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this song’s about
Someone was asking for songwriting ideas and I came up with these. Ideas are easy, it’s the completion that stings.
Pushing your bicycle past a house where a particular song is playing.
Seeing a cloud in the shape of something you love, or fear.
A leaf falls in front of your feet and it makes a sound that reminds you of…
Waiting at the traffic lights I thought I saw you but….
The shadow of a church falls into the street, is godliness tipping into traffic?
Our Prime Minister tours the world like a beauty queen clutching his inadequate speech. Insulting people is his superpower.
Why we all love the Dalai Lama and conflate him with David Attenborough.
Imagine being Brad Pitt’s brother, “the homely one.”
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braincloud
An acquaintance of mine was teasing after he inadvertently tapped into the ideas fountain and could not make it stop. We had brunch and he mentioned some frustrations he has been having with his business. I threw out about a dozen ideas to start with and then four dozen more whilst spooning up yoghurt and fruit. You know how one idea leads to the other. We finished our drinks and went out into the street where I turned to face him, still talking. “OR… you could try this, and that… Have you thought about trying it this other way?” ‘Well, mmm….’ “Another way to look at it would be…”
Finally he put his hands on my shoulders to make it stop. “You know, it seems to be very brainstormy around here today. Must be a lot of brainclouds about. Now I am going to walk off in that direction and in a few minutes, I’ll be back.”
So he went off to unlock his bicycle and left me there, standing with my mouth open in the pouring brain, in that chilly kind of sunshine with the icy wind that qualifies as Northern European spring; getting wet.
