California State University, Northridge

Temple Speakz About Creativity


Trust that creativity can be cultivated.
We are able to do whatever it is that we puts our minds to.
Regular traditionally-appearing people can be extreme expressionists.
People will come with you on a mental trip if you take them there.

We need to get out there and express ourselves -
Some of us for the recognition.
But still the underlying factor and reason is the message.
Very sane people vent their insanity throughout many times.
And only create winds of terms which I whisper into my own ear.

The fear of expanding the book knowledge brings me, scares me nightly.
The myth of genius is only believed by those who read novels for the words
And falsify the pictorial rendition of a slice of time.
The author parted with ink thin as papyrus sheets.

The book scares me for it tries to make concrete creativity
That I found resting at the bottom of the ocean of uncertainty.
My explorations traveled light years in search of infinity
Through a Black Hole,
Yet this book stalled it all in hardbound limitation which
I eloquently carried in my backpack -
Scrolls of my fate telling me that I had an end.
If I am indeed a product of creativity,
This book does.

I felt I had to tug that rope hard to pull some of them into themselves.
I too was there, since we are all one.
This synergy which exists in the four-wall cubicle expands and
Radiates through jail hall, school hall, linoleum floors
Deep into earth of blood-spilled land on which we erect our limitations.

These buildings that fill like ant forms during noontimes -
At times faster than we were even dismissed -
Hold in them masses of student creators -
Prisoners to functional fixedness imbedded in us
So that we may function as the money-driven characters
That we are supposed to become after this 16-year school stay.
It is called a Bacherlor's Degree.

I was directed to tap into lands and spaces intangible to my hands.
Webs tangling the Whole Wide World, and
I was fly-trapped by my perceptions of those around me.
I ask how may I scream in silence
Until my e-mail is answered by an enraged citizen.
Oh. That's how.

I leave this class with my head down
Only because I have learned to focus on my walk through time.
Daring enough to try new methods was she.
Thank you.
And I hope I can live up to your standards of creativity.