Flatulent Creativity

A Toast of Words... to our Curious Creative Side

The F word.

It was the word that shall not be spoken when I was growing up.

No. Not that word.

Fart.

That’s the F word mom never allowed my little brother and I to say.

There were all manner of synonyms we were allowed to utter. Just not that one.

Yet the joy of being a boy when it comes to farting. O to the M to the G.

Here’s the place where one could insert links to infinite flatulent creative videos online.

I had a friend growing up who would light his farts. My brother was able to pull that one off, too. I’ve also seen a teenager light his pants on fire accidentally. I know a musician who could identify the exact musical notes of a fart. And then match it on a guitar and piano. My oldest sons tells me he could take those sounds and “autotune that shit.” Then there’s the guy in high school who could burp the entire alphabet. And the guy who could always fart and burp on command.

Behind all of this is an innate drive of curious creativity. That boy-childish drive which asks that question I mentioned in a prior post: “I wonder what would happen if…?” And so farting becomes a stand-in, a childish metaphor, for the very real adult question, “I wonder what would happen if I created…?”

And there is only one answer really, right?

I MUST create it and find out what would happen!

And so we do. So I do here on this platform. So we all do who dare to flatulate our ideas out into the ethersphere to see what happens. To see who laughs. To see who cries. To see who is inspired and motivated. To see who is angered and frustrated. To see who learns something. Who has aha moments.

In this vein, my thoughts are but farts of the soul. Of the head and heart. As such I cannot take them too seriously. Because they are but farts! But as such, I put all my heart and head’s efforts into the act because I am present with it all. Full mindful presence in and with my curious creativity. In the moment. With the idea. With the explosion of “what if?”. And thus without regard for what might happen next. Because creativity is…a soul flatulence. A “poot in the wind” as my pawpaw used to say. We put our stuff out there and see what flies. What sticks. What works. What doesn’t.

So here’s to us all. A written toast. To all of us who flatulently create. And release it to the wind. To the universe. To Buddha’s maxim of impermanence. Here’s to the quantum nature of creativity, which creates quantum-sized energy in a quanta of time, and then disappears into oblivion at the same time. Only to happen again.. Over and over again. Which somehow, mysteriously, forms the very solid substance of the universe that allows us to make our predictable behaviors everyday. Like put our feet on the floor in the morning. And put on our socks. And swipe our cards for coffee.

And create.

Let us just fart, then! Let us create. May we just produce. And let that be that. To be whatever it is. Whatever it will be. And in the end, we will be taking our own quantum place in the vast universe. Bursting forth in creativity. And disappearing in an instant. Melding with the nature of the universe itself. Becoming one with it, really.

May we all just be parodoxically awed and humbled by the flatulent nature of our creativity. And continue to have fun.