12. January 2007 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

… or do we?

Okay. I don’t mean to be glib.

Well, or maybe I am being glib, but you know me … a joke a day keeps … hmm … well something away. But I’m being glib about what is a serious topic, really.

I ran across this article and immediately saw a familiar name. (Hi James!) He is involved in this event, and he Tucscon Symphony, Lindabeth Binkley. (I’m assuming she’ll be playing some or all of the Schumann Romances. Lovely works.)

I have often wondered just what some of the greats would have written (painted, danced, etc.)—or if they would have written—if they had been put on medication for their ilnesses. Was their creativity a result of the illness? Was it enhanced by the illness? Would they have written better or worse if the illness could have been properly treated?

I heard a radio show once about creative types and bipolar disorder. Many opted not to take their medication because it zapped them of all things artistic, or so they felt. I can understand that … if the medication takes away emotional extremes one might feel frozen.

I don’t suffer from anything that creative geniuses often deal with, but I was extremely depressed into my twenties. I do remember that while I was miserable I also felt things to an extreme … and I loved that. I miss it now, to be honest. But I’m happier being even-keeled for the most part. (I was never treated, but I made it throught the muddle somehow and now I seem to be fine … unless I’m in denial!)

Anyway, I wish I could be at this cultural forum.

And now reeds are calling. Hmmm. Shall I heed the call?

Pondering ….
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