Patrick Higgins: Creativity

Creativity About me Resume Creativity Walk Untitled For me Thirst Untitled Untitled Bad Art gallery Hobbies Links	All work printed here is original. If you choose to republish it, in any form, I ask that Patrick Allen Higgins be credited as author and that a link to this page be included. Works I consider Walk to be my finest work. It is one of the few things that has undergone several revisions. It began as a poem very similar to it's current form, then became a short story, and then I rewrote it into it's current state for a creative writing class. It's the most personal poem I have written, but I don't think it's meaning will be entirely lost on the reader. It still has many weak points which I will probably work on sometime. This untitled work is my secondmost revised work. It was my first adventure with sound, and is my best attempt in that respect to date. Unfortunately, it's subject matter is partially quantum mechanics I didn't fully understand when I wrote it, and now I understand that things don't work the way I thought, undermining the content of the poem, for me at least. I guess the idea is still there in the abstract, but I just don't wholly believe in it. I really can't decide if I like For me or not. I think it has potential, but to fully realize that potential would take a lot of work. It really needs much more interplay between the two languages, i.e. greater use of words with the effect that eschewing has. I also need to decide whether I want it to mean something or not. It's current meaning is just too obscure to really be useful. Thirst is a story I wrote for a class my frosh year. We had to base our writing on something we had read in the class, and we happened to be reading parts of the Old Testament, so I took the Amnon/Tamar/Absalom story and gave my little rendition of it. The dialogue is absolute crap, and I'm too lazy to fix it. My prof. complained that the plot sucked, too, but this story really isn't about plot. I just haven't gotten it right yet, so it's not so clear what it's about. I really want to fix this one, but I just never get around to it. Note after the fact: I just read it for the first time since I wrote it and I really don't like it. I still like the idea, but it was written extremely poorly. I got kick out of this one when I wrote it, but now I don't think very much of it. At all. I include it here because some have claimed to like it. I wrote this after my first of two excursions to the nudy bar. I remember trying to rewrite this sometime, but I can't find the attempt. I'd like to fix it, but then again, I don't think the idea is really worth the effort. I think that someday a good poem about the nudy bar will come out of me. I probably shouldn't be publishing this collection of poems, seeing as I wrote them all in a span of about two hours. Needless to say, some of them really suck. However, it was also the most prolific point of my life. That doesn't quite justify publishing a bunch of garbage, though...I think I'm actually doing it because I'm surprised that some of them are actually decent. I find the first one particularly interesting. Note that each paragraph break begins a new poem and that none have titles, with the exception of Belief. Babble Writing and I have an interesting relationship. I think writing likes me, and I like writing, but I don't think I like it as much as it likes me. It's enough liking so that we don't just forget about each other, understanding that it will never work, but rather we tease each other, and it gets very frustrating at times. Unfortunately, any talent I may have goes unused for the most part. I find that I only write prose when assigned to do so, and I write verse only once or twice a year. I took a poetry class last term (and enjoyed it very much), but only used the opportunity to write four new poems, and recycled the rest. I just never can muster the motivation to write anything, even though I have fun once I get started. Even worse, I can never get motivated to make revisions on anything I've written, even when I know exactly what needs reworking. Maybe I'll get around to it in middle age...
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Creativity

All work printed here is original. If you choose to republish it, in any form, I ask that Patrick Allen Higgins be credited as author and that a link to this page be included.

Works

I consider Walk to be my finest work. It is one of the few things that has undergone several revisions. It began as a poem very similar to it's current form, then became a short story, and then I rewrote it into it's current state for a creative writing class. It's the most personal poem I have written, but I don't think it's meaning will be entirely lost on the reader. It still has many weak points which I will probably work on sometime.

This untitled work is my secondmost revised work. It was my first adventure with sound, and is my best attempt in that respect to date. Unfortunately, it's subject matter is partially quantum mechanics I didn't fully understand when I wrote it, and now I understand that things don't work the way I thought, undermining the content of the poem, for me at least. I guess the idea is still there in the abstract, but I just don't wholly believe in it.

I really can't decide if I like For me or not. I think it has potential, but to fully realize that potential would take a lot of work. It really needs much more interplay between the two languages, i.e. greater use of words with the effect that eschewing has. I also need to decide whether I want it to mean something or not. It's current meaning is just too obscure to really be useful.

Thirst is a story I wrote for a class my frosh year. We had to base our writing on something we had read in the class, and we happened to be reading parts of the Old Testament, so I took the Amnon/Tamar/Absalom story and gave my little rendition of it. The dialogue is absolute crap, and I'm too lazy to fix it. My prof. complained that the plot sucked, too, but this story really isn't about plot. I just haven't gotten it right yet, so it's not so clear what it's about. I really want to fix this one, but I just never get around to it. Note after the fact: I just read it for the first time since I wrote it and I really don't like it. I still like the idea, but it was written extremely poorly.

I got kick out of this one when I wrote it, but now I don't think very much of it. At all. I include it here because some have claimed to like it.

I wrote this after my first of two excursions to the nudy bar. I remember trying to rewrite this sometime, but I can't find the attempt. I'd like to fix it, but then again, I don't think the idea is really worth the effort. I think that someday a good poem about the nudy bar will come out of me.

I probably shouldn't be publishing this collection of poems, seeing as I wrote them all in a span of about two hours. Needless to say, some of them really suck. However, it was also the most prolific point of my life. That doesn't quite justify publishing a bunch of garbage, though...I think I'm actually doing it because I'm surprised that some of them are actually decent. I find the first one particularly interesting. Note that each paragraph break begins a new poem and that none have titles, with the exception of Belief.

Babble

Writing and I have an interesting relationship. I think writing likes me, and I like writing, but I don't think I like it as much as it likes me. It's enough liking so that we don't just forget about each other, understanding that it will never work, but rather we tease each other, and it gets very frustrating at times.

Unfortunately, any talent I may have goes unused for the most part. I find that I only write prose when assigned to do so, and I write verse only once or twice a year. I took a poetry class last term (and enjoyed it very much), but only used the opportunity to write four new poems, and recycled the rest. I just never can muster the motivation to write anything, even though I have fun once I get started. Even worse, I can never get motivated to make revisions on anything I've written, even when I know exactly what needs reworking. Maybe I'll get around to it in middle age...

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