I have just been hearing Howard Goodall, the composer who is doing a series for the BBC on the history of music, discussing Mozart, and, in particular, homing in on how very prolific Mozart was in the last few years of his life. It seems he was so prolific that it would have been virtually a full-time job just writing the music down never mind composing it as well. Goodall was full of admiration for this feat of creativity, and thought it a part of Mozart’s genius.
Some time ago I heard something similar from a short story writer: R.K.Naryan. Naryan spoke of how, when he got up in the morning, he would go and open his curtains and look out onto the street below, and he would just see stories everywhere; every person, every event, every thing just inspired a story and they came flooding into his head. At the time I was working at fiction writing myself, and I was mightily envious of Naryans effortless creativity.
However, I have since encountered the phenomenon myself and so have been able to see the reality of what is going on.
A number of years ago I took up photography. I admired and was influenced by some of the ‘great’ photographers, my particular favourite being Sebastio Salgado. So I went down the usual route of ‘learning’ what made a good photo and trying to develop my eye and technique etc. In a very short time I found I could not go out of my house without seeing pictures everywhere. It was almost as though my eyes had become cameras and could only see in pictures.
I instantly reacted against this. It felt wrong, felt as though my mind was running out of control, felt obsessive. I would liken it to a car engine that won’t idle: when you put the car out of gear the engine races – my mind had become a racing engine, and that couldn’t be good. I stopped taking photos then until I could find a way of taking photos that did not result in this thing happening to my mind.
So I hear Goodall talking of how prolific Mozart was in his later years I hear him telling me about someone who was sick, whose mind was racing and he could not stop it.
One reason this happens is that one is doing something that is too easy. Also, when one is doing a thing according to ‘the rules’, rules of composition, rules of good English, rules of logic, any sort of rules at all: the thing is, machines operate by rules, and if you make your mind operate by rules your are forcing it to operate like a machine and so you are liable to get these ‘machine faults’ developing.
I cannot resist pointing out that science and philosophy, and every other academic subject, is VERY RULEY. That is, there are very strict and well defined rules layed down to cover how one does science and philosophy and all the rest, and if you want to get published you have to stick very strictly to the rules.
