I have a question for poets, musicians and authors out there. How does the Coronacrisis affect your creativity to write poems, novels or music?
I just got a mail from Gerald Krampl in Vienna, who compose pianomusic that I like to listen to and this is his answer to the question.
– At the moment it’s impossible for me to get in the mood for writing music, arranging with the new restrictive situations has now first priority. The musical creativity is somehow paralized, but I’m sure this will change soon, as I remember my entrance into writing music was as a schoolboy my anger and shock about the stupidness of the Vietnam War, therefore the first song I ever composed was an anti war song, and since then I knew I will try to bring with my music kind of a ”healing facette” into the world. And this seems today more important than ever, so I’ll carry on and try my best!
It would be interesting to hear how this dramatic situation in the world affect your creativity. Feel free to send a comment here on this page.
(Portrait of Gerald by Nicole Krampl / Question mark picture from Pixabay)
/Nicko
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I don’t think the Corona crisis affects my writings more or less than other crisis. It affects my life, my job (as a librarian at Turku Main Library, we are closed at least until 13.4.2020). We have a lot of crisis, many problems around – around the globe – all the time. Even if I don’t write (a poem) on a certain thing/crisis, all the crisis are there, and they affect the mood, makes me aware of how troubled our world is. So, even if I wouldn’t mention the Corona crisis, the refugee crisis, they can still be underneath the text, between the lines. So COVID-19 affects my life, yes, but I don’t think it will affect my writings more than any other shitty thing. The climate change is still, for example, a much bigger problem. But of course we are more afraid of things here and now; and the Corona virus changes our life more for the moment, than the a little bit abstract climate change. We still stare at our belly-buttons and gaze at our own shoes…
You shouldn’t have asked 🙂
SKOGS
Ett träd föll över ellinjer,
ett annat över ett tredje.
De filade på
ett gnissel,
filade på som stråkar
utan övertid.
Båtar segade över havet,
sprang läck av mörker.
Vågor täcktes
av bråte,
täcktes av sådant
som inte kunde förmultna.
Människor återvände
till innanhav som
– hade hostat
dem upp.
Virus var inte
fågel och ägg,
hade varken början
eller slut,
var som universum,
ett ogripbart streck i räkning.
Skrev på en text, raderade, lade
till, skrev om, skrev ut,
skrev punkt,
gav ut,
reviderade, makulerade, muterade.
Steg aldrig ner i samma flöde:
virus, misstag (andades ut) och försök,
maskininlärning.
My response would be similar to Gerald’s, in that, I find myself quite distracted by it. It’s difficult to focus on my regular work, never mind being creative and doing something new. HOWEVER, in this crisis, I do find myself enjoying PURE PLAYING more, in terms of just sitting at the piano and running through my already written compositions. In fact, I did a concert live stream a few nights ago on Facebook as I just felt like playing for the world… over 2,000 people have watched that… and it’s wonderful to be able to put that out there.