When I was a callow youth, I wrote some very mediocre poetry (some would and did call it doggerel). Every bit of it was, in some measure, about me and most certainly, all about my perspective, prejudices, sensibilities, experiences. It was as much about me and as deeply personal as was Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s poetry deeply personal about her own life.
The other night I was watching Austin City Limits. The featured artist was Terry Allen, a muti-dimensional artist and his band, the Panhandle Mystery Band. He is a singer/songwriter/painter/sculptor/carpenter with probably a dozen more talents and skills, to boot. In discussing his process, he said “When I write a song, it’s not about me or anything else. It’s about the song.”
In his mind, that may be true. But I have noticed that all creative activity references the creator. Novels, short stories, documentaries, proceed from the authors subconscious, sensibilities, predilections, perspectives, pre-conceived notions and like that.
The song that triggered this discussion was “Sailin On Through.” It’s about life’s obstacles, nothing is gonna last, so just go sailin on through. I think that this is a great philosophy and one that clearly resonates with me.
As a species, we solve problems. Right now, we are faced with global warming. Not to get too political, but that it’s happening now Irrespective of the cause(s), it’s a problem that we have to address, and we will. Whether or not we reverse it or move to Antarctica, we will solve this problem. Essentially, we will go ‘sailin on through.’
Someday I’ll die. But, until that day, I will continue to go sailin on through.