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04 July 2005

Question: (Paraphrased) I am trying to [create, write, play, perform] something good, but as of late nothing has inspired me. I have some good ideas, some [samples, rough sketches, outlines, paragraphs, noodlings] but I just don't know what the deal is. I don't follow through. What do you do to get out of the slump?

Answer: [More:]Seek altered space (And not just the chemical sort). Crack an unusual book. Read a book backwards.

Challenge your assumptions. Challenge your worldview; break it down everything you've ever known or assumed or taken as fact and chuck it flaming from the nearest window.

Experience something unusual. Throw yourself into situations that may be life threatening, if not only strange and totally without prior context or subtext. Make music out of anything; DJ with your toaster, your washer, your bicycle, your shoes.

Develop and experiment with strange fetishes; Make a fetish of or make fetishes of uncommon things. Sexualize a tree, a rock, a blade of grass, a pile of excrement, a housefly. View flowers and fruit as sexual organs and then fantasize about them. Masturbate with something unusual. Insert strange objects into various holes in your body. Make new holes in your body. Experience real physical pain and turn it into pleasure with the power of your mind. Have a good friend or lover expose you to unusual textures or sensations.

Practice personal and interpersonal celibacy to the verge of insanity, then masturbate or copulate to orgasm as many times as possible in a 24 hour period. Use methods of physical restraint like locking/binding/restraint devices, or physical barriers like plaster
casts if desired. Then push yourself into a rictus of transcendental hedonism, push yourself through any preconceived barriers of orgiastic limitations.

Wear your lover's clothes. Wear no clothes. Go about your normal public day in something you would never normally wear. Convince a perfect stranger to trade clothes with you in public. Invent an elaborate, functional costume for an unearthly fictional character, complete with fictional religion, taboos, habits, tools, beliefs and artifacts. Bonus points for invented languages and literature - especially if they bear no resemblance at all to any form of written or spoken earthly language.

Try new foods. Try new foods with other new foods mixed together in entirely improbable combinations. Eat the inedible. Taste your own excrement. Taste your own blood.

Make a silicon mold of your face or genitals, then cook a very realistic jello salad in it, and then eat it.

Challenge a complete stranger to a pointless argument. Take the opposite side in the argument that you would normally.

Spend the day "blind", blindfolding yourself. Spend the day "deaf" and keep the strongest earplugs that you can find all day. Hold a mirror under your nose and pretend to walk around the house on the ceiling, then step outside into the open sky. Put your shoes on the wrong feet. Put your underwear on backwards. Talk to bugs. Spend the day as one.

Invent and practice strange rituals or meditations that have meaning to no one but yourself. Fingerpaint. On your body. With pudding. Light something on fire. Light something meaningful to you on fire. Light a candle and then attempt to eat it. Take a long walk somewhere you've never been before. Ride the bus, subway, or train somewhere you've never been before. Walk into a traditional and fine restaurant of a completely alien and foreign ethnicity and ask for the house special. Get drunk with someone that doesn't speak your language. Refrain from linguistically/symbolically communicating for an hour, a week, a month.

Take a twenty-pound sledgehammer and vigorously and fanatically wield it against your confining ten-pound mold, your five-pound rut and smash the ever loving shit out of it, lovingly.
What's your answer?
posted by loquacious 04 July | 04:55
A few things kick me straight out of the "not-producing-anything" rut.

1) Go to Louisiana museum and check out whatever exhibition they have goin' on, I might never have heard of the artist. Spend time outside looking at the sculptures and/or view with a cup of vienna hot chocolate.

2) Markets. Yup, it's not really shopping that I need to see but how much weird stuff can be produced by man and sold for a few bob. The bigger markets are better, pick a market that has people selling their own t-shirts and strange trinkets.

3) taping my fingers together in a vulcan hand signal. (middlefinger pairs with pointfinger, ringfinger pairs with pinkie). I've been doing this since school, it's a reminder to not take anything for granted. When you have vulcan hands everything is weird, phoning, opening doors and so on. This acts a subtle reminder for me throughout the day that I should check everything out with fresh eyes. Sometimes results in information overload.
posted by dabitch 04 July | 05:05
I have only one boring solution, which almost always works for me: I just start, even if what I'm getting down is so bad it's painful. I usually find that even if I don't have great inspiration before beginning, my desire to fix and make better (and obliterate that initial banality) will kick in the required inspiration.

Anyway, great question, and one I can use today, since a friend has asked me to write lyrics for a song.
posted by taz 04 July | 05:42
Answer: ask questions.
try and answer them.
sorry, it's true.
That and watch the aliens.
anything alien.
posted by ethylene 04 July | 05:53
actually i do that anyway just for the hell of it.
so i guess the answer is amuse myself.
posted by ethylene 04 July | 05:54
It's often painful but I find starting from scratch is often the only way to get going again. I often surprise myself this way and find it much easier the second time around. Other times just putting what your doing to one side for a while and doing something completely different means you can come back with a fresh pair of eyes.

Has anyone tried Oblique Strategies? I've ordered a copy but haven't received it yet.
posted by dodgygeezer 04 July | 05:56
I found that an herbal colonic helped me to clear out not only tons of waste but a creative blockage as well. A friend suggested it as a spiritual cleanser but since I don't believe in a spirit(s), other than the alcoholic variety, I dismissed it. I experienced the colonic at a spa just as a lark last summer (having a tube slipped into your ass on a lark..I know) and it really helped to inspire new ways of thinking.
posted by Stoic 04 July | 05:57
then you definitely need to try rolfing
posted by ethylene 04 July | 05:59
Rolfing?
posted by dodgygeezer 04 July | 06:01
I've heard of rolfing but prefer ordinary massage.


Brilliant, dodgy!
posted by Stoic 04 July | 06:05
Somebody needs to write the story behind this painting, or create the next image in the story.
posted by taz 04 July | 06:05
one of the last and most precious of the double entendre
posted by ethylene 04 July | 06:07
especially after reading something in giant robot, i've wanted to try a spa colonic.
it's not just for movie stars any more
posted by ethylene 04 July | 06:10
i have to recant my answer (because that's what i do to stop thinking about something else)
and check taz's answer because if i have to do it, cleaning or preparing whatever is involved will get me in the mode if nothing else
something good often happens on the way somewhere else
posted by ethylene 04 July | 07:10
Find where the MetaChat servers are held and destroy them.

or

“You must always be drunk. Everything depends on it: it is the only question. So as not to feel the horrible burden of Time wrecking your back and bending you to the ground, you must get drunk without respite.
“But on what? On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.
“And if sometimes you wake up, on palace steps, on the green grass of a ditch, in your room’s gloomy solitude, your intoxication already waning or gone, ask the wind, the waves, the stars, the birds, clocks, ask everything that flees, everything that moans, everything that moves, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is. And the wind, the waves, the stars, the birds, clocks, will answer, ‘It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk constantly! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you choose.’”
posted by seanyboy 04 July | 07:20
What's that from, seanyboy?
posted by loquacious 04 July | 07:35
Unrelated, but - And, also: "Can't sleep. Clown'll eat me."
posted by loquacious 04 July | 07:36
oh, man, i've been waiting for a switchplate that said that for ages
posted by ethylene 04 July | 07:37
Baudelaire said it.
posted by seanyboy 04 July | 08:30
seeing good art normally fires me up.

also, exercise, sleep and eating well. i hate to say it, but drinking when i'm in a slump just makes things worse. maybe i'm just old. coffee is good.

also, anger can work, but is a bit exhausting. discarding emotional hassles ("ah, fuck it") can help.

thinking about that, i think it's personal rituals. saying "ah, fuck it", and then going out for a drink or meal with a friend, then getting up next day with a run and fresh coffee. how can what you do after that not be good?

but seeing good, fresh art is best by miles. get yourself to a museum. and then have an expresso in the local cafe.
posted by andrew cooke 04 July | 09:18
Like a knight from King Arthurs court you want to go where there is no path or a path less worn. You have to trick yourself into creation, you must stalk and set up this courageous act because you hate to change. You have to be a fool, expecting no reward except to rid yourself of this pregnancy.
posted by JohnR 04 July | 09:24
Pick up a pen.
Use it.
Note take on the known tropes.
Expand a trope at a time.
Edit to a different pad/doc.
Map the tropes so they will marry.
Draft the married expanded tropes.
Edit to a different pad/doc.
Voila!
(Have your girlfriend demand scheduled submission of sections. Engage her as official muse and demand motivating input)

Psychadelics.
posted by peacay 04 July | 13:11
Baudelaire said it.
That figures.

Go back to work at a real job after spending a year kicking your heels and writing your thesis in a far too leisurely manner. The horror of finding yourself back in an office will inspire you to get on to your creative work so that you can apply for the next degree program very very quickly.

*tries to breathe* It's just a temp position, it's just a temp position...

Oh: and get the hell out of the house. Go anywhere. Just go. Take a notebook.
posted by jokeefe 04 July | 13:39
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