Creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected.
It is the function of creative man to perceive and to connect the seemingly unconnected.
When her guests were awash with champagne and with gin,<br/>She was recklessly sober, as sharp as a pin.<br/>An abstemious man would reel at her look,<br/>As she rolled a bright eye and praised his last book.
On a sofa upholstered in panther skin<br/>Mona did researches in original sin.
With first-rate sherry flowing into second-rate whores,<br/>And third-rate conversation without one single pause:<br/>Just like a young couple<br/>Between the wars.
It is the function of creative men to perceive the relations between thoughts, or things, or forms of expression that may seem utterly different, and to be able to combine them into some new forms -- the power to connect the seemingly unconnected.
Patriotism is the last refuge of the sculptor.
A family portrait not too stale to record Of a pleasant old buffer, nephew to a lord, Who believed that the bank was mightier than the sword, And that an umbrella might pacify barbarians abroad: Just like an old liberal Between the wars.
The commonplace needs no defence, Dullness is in the critic's eyes, Without a licence life evolves From some dim phase its own surprise; Under these yellow-twinkling elms, Behind these hedges trimly shorn, As in a stable once, so here It may be born, it may be born.
Oh, the twenties and the thirties were not otherwise designed Than other times when blind men into ditches led the blind, When the rich mouse ate the cheese and the poor mouse got the rind, And man, the self-destroyer, was not lucid in his mind.