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Thomas Sullivan: JIGSAW PUZZLES, INNERMOST ROOMS & A BED OF ROSES

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I remember overhearing my mother tell someone how as a boy I used to set up jigsaw puzzles in different rooms.  And it’s funny, but as an adult I never thought about myself doing this until she said that.  The thing that made it bizarre if not downright dysfunctional in a personality sense was that the loose pieces and the placed pieces of each puzzle were never in the same room.  The unplaced pieces of, say, a western scene around a cowboy campfire would be in a room where the picture from a Disney film like “Fantasia” was partly put together.  There might be four puzzles in-process like that.  With laughter in her voice my mother told this person that you always knew I was onto something when I suddenly went into one room, picked up a piece and carried it into another room.

Whatever possessed me — and I use the word possessed apprehensively — to begin doing this, the thing that strikes me now is the fact that finding answers that fit wasn’t something I did just standing over a problem.  It was something that occurred mostly over time and from a distance.  So, obviously the problem(s) were carried around in my head, and obviously the search for answers was ongoing, and perhaps less obviously whatever else I was doing at any given moment might trigger an inspiration or a revelation.  And now (at last he’s getting to the point, folks) I realize it’s the same thing with creating books and short stories.  They get solved (written) over time and from a distance.

Tell me, please, do you solve problems this way?  It seems evident that everyone does to some extent.  But to what extent?  How deliberately?  Is it a trainable resource in human creativity or just another blind alley in my idiosyncratic nature? 

I guess I’ve tried before to pin it down as a worthwhile and useful strategy for writers, i.e., that you should always define the next problem before you walk away from a creative session, because then solutions may occur to you in the interim.  In fact they almost certainly will be suggested by whatever you experience as you go about doing other things.  The suggestions will come to you as associations and metaphors.  Or maybe the terms connections and similarities work better for you.  That flow of suggestion is a big part of who you are, writer or not – creative person or not.

Well…at least the associations part is.  All people put life’s puzzles together over time by seeing the associations.  And they do it walking from room to room in their lives, noticing things that might fit insights and answers to whatever questions are nagging them.  Unless the TV is on.  (That’s only a metaphor for distraction, ‘cause in reality even the TV can suggest associations.)  What I mean is that the TV sort of appeals to the passive/lazy part of all of us.  It’s a stand-in for imagination and active thought.  If that’s your default activity whenever you chill out, pick a good channel, because that may constitute the quality of your life.  I know it’s scary to turn the TV off.  Suddenly we are in a room again and the walls rush toward us and the silence feels thick and terminal.  If we are with someone, what do we talk about?  God help us if we give our brains center stage and the spotlight fades to black!  There is always that danger.  But then, if that’s who you are – if you think that the last words to the national anthem are “…start your engines” – you can always turn the TV back on and pop a beer.  On the other hand, you might turn out to have those whatchamacallit’s…inner resources.  You might turn out to have them in spades – deep thought, wit, wisdom, imagination.  Dial the TV and other passive distractions down, and you dial the nagging problems up along with your motivation to solve them.  Do something that draws energy out of yourself, or interact with whatever or whoever inspires you, and you’ll feel your circuits come to life. 

Okay.  Sorry for the rant.  I’m just bitter about all the years I’ve wasted in the company of uninspiring things, narrowness and blocked communication.  My choice, mea culpa.  But then, I do have one helluva lot of rooms in my life.  It’s a burning regret and kind of an irony that I never found someone to share them with, and yet I think everyone has some rooms like that – maybe the innermost rooms.  I’m good at sharing innermost rooms, but I suck at crowded rooms where you have to live appearances rather than truths.  Appearances just smother me, and in general I have to believe they are antithetical to a creative life.

Anyway, I was saying that all people put life’s puzzles together with associations.  But not all people put together those metaphors to express them that I mentioned.  Writers do that.  People with poetry inside them do that.  Metaphors too are apt to dawn slowly on a person who carries the need to communicate with flair and imagination from room to room. 

It strikes me that metaphors are also more inspiration-sensitive than simple communication.  Expressing oneself in language that jangles and pulses with imagery is a whole other universe.  It can convey multiple levels of information and connect the dots between insights.  It can do this in a style that is itself colorful and entertaining, as opposed to the mundane communication of literal facts.  But this requires a willingness to go with the flow and sometimes a suspension of disbelief.  When you try to express yourself with flair to someone who clings narrowly to literal communication, you can quickly be snuffed out.  You feel you are talking to a blank wall, unable to engage them with insight, depth and emotional coloring.  Metaphorical and image-laden language is more challenging to use, but when it works, there’s nothing like it.  You want to connect with it always, to live life in the Technicolor it provides in a black-and-white world.

I’d like to believe it can be acquired.  And you can make it real.  Imagine a bed of roses.  Have you ever actually seen a bed of roses?  Why don’t you make one, like the picture at the start of this article?  Presto…done!  The metaphor is no longer just a metaphor but a fact.  You are living your imagination; you have given an ideal permanence. 

The truth is probably that some people just think metaphorically, while most do not but recognize and respond to what they perceive as witty or poetic or wise.  The problem for the inventor of metaphors — the writer, in this case — is to not overreach.  Hence, coming up with optimal expression is just like any other problem — any other jigsaw puzzle — that can benefit from being carried from room to room while life suggests possibilities and puts things into perspective.  I’m not saying that every word you write/utter should reverberate through marble halls.  On the contrary, clarity is the first mandate of communication.  But clarity is not confined to simplicity.  Unrelenting simplicity can be both boring and shallow.  Finding the right balance between artful expression that carries meaning and the straightforward conveyance of facts is just the sort of problem-solving I’m writing about.  If you’ve never spent a few days carrying around the dilemma of what to say or write, you’ve missed out on the rich array of possibilities that might have nudged you over that period of time.

Try it.

Imagine you are going to propose to someone by renting a billboard on a highway they drive.  You’ve got the first and the last parts of the message, i.e., “You make me feel like_______________________!  Marry me…”  Now carry that blank around with you.  Force yourself to think about it everywhere you go.  Turn off the radio in the car, take a walk by yourself, stare out the window and THINK until monkeys come out of your nose.  Do not settle for the first candidate to fill in the blank, even if ultimately you come back to that one as the best choice.  Let frustration and annoyance have their way for a few seconds each time you draw a blank on the blank.  Sooner than later you’ll have something that works, something satisfying, something worthy of…

Who You Are.

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  1. admin
    October 16th, 2009 at 06:23 | #1

    So, when you were a boy, your bed of roses might have had lilacs lying beside it, waiting for their bed in the next room, or a pile of Oak leaves….as you figured out where the pieces went. My son, Zach, used to have a book of puzzles from the movie “The Pagemaster” – each page of the book being a new puzzle.

    He would take the pieces out, one by one, and start in a spiral he called “the tracks” – laying the pieces out in order, one after the other, until the entire book of puzzles was a big Nautilus shell on the floor…then he’d sit and follow the tracks back, putting the pieces in place.

    A very different approach. He wants to be a theoretical physicist, so I guess that follows. Me, I’m going to go plan a billboard.

    -DNW

  2. October 16th, 2009 at 08:33 | #2

    Nix on the billboard, pal, you’re already married to an exemplar of the species. Well… okay, a billboard, but you’ll have to tell her she’s your one and only plot for life.

    And theoretical physicist for Zach is exactly what hit me from your description…or maybe astrophysicist delving spiral galaxies. I’m going to check that book out at B&N. Cheers, amigo…

    — Sully

  3. Bob Jones
    October 16th, 2009 at 16:23 | #3

    While reading your unplug, I began, as I have before, to find more and more of your thoughts to be in close sync with many of my own. For example, from experience, I’ve been convinced that many, if not all, of us upright bipeds know a lot more than we think we do. We’re just not conscious of a lot of it. And a lot of it is fragmented – like the parts of your jigsaw puzzles – but it is often just a matter of assembly to solve problems. You mention “defining” problems. By another name, I started out actually “assigning” problems to my unconscious. I don’t have to consciously do that anymore, but I sometimes do if it’s an urgent problem. The solutions don’t usually come in a flash upon awakening. They just slip quietly into my thoughts as I engage in my daily activities. I recognize them immediately, but there are no EUREKA moments. I have similar experiences before, and especially while, writing.

    I recall seeing a picture of, and a news bit about, Joshua Bell fiddling while persons poured passed with hardly a glance. In addition to informing persons of the value of a thing to get their attention (which I think is very often the case). I think that setting-inspired expectations also play a large roll. Comic Alan King once performed an experiment (on Candid Camera???) that supported the premise. Dressed casually, he stood behind the counter in a hardware store. As customers paid for their purchases, he made cracks and told jokes that audiences had roared at. Not one customer even chucked. When persons watched him on TV, they expected to be amused and laughed contagiously. In the hardware store, they didn’t expect to be made to laugh and didn’t. Some apparently even thought he was a bit wacky.

    In regard to your pecan pizza, I’m sure the rule of eating pecan pie applies equally. That is, never eat the last pecan. Rotten pecans are not a rarity. Many seem to be the last pecan eaten in a pecan pie. If the next-to-last pecan is rotten, one still has the last one left to assuage the horrible taste left by the rotten pecan. If the rotten one is the last pecan, and one eats it, one is left frantically scraping his or her tongue.

    Speaking of culinary inventions, I have solved the dilemma of not being able to find sugar-free and gluten-free bread with which to make sandwiches. Tortillas (at dozen for 99 cents) made simply of corn flour, water and a dash of lime can be found in many grocery stores. Flop a glob of extra-crunchy peanut butter on one, fold it over and distribute the peanut butter by simply squeezing the tortilla and you’ve quickly made a tasty peanut butter taco.

    Thank you again for an inspiring unplug and for another glimpse of THE SULLIVAN while developing. And, thank you for keeping us up to date on Frank’s feather.

    Amalgam

  4. October 16th, 2009 at 16:59 | #4

    You’re quite welcome, Amalgam, though the white feather is separate from Frank. I believe you got that from the fact that I wrote a column about a winter’s trek that linked a visit to the white feather with a miles-removed subsequent visit to the plastic pink flamingo I had placed in the deep woods as a memorial to Flamingo Frank. Same journey, two quests.

    Describing your problem-solving patterns is extremely valuable to me, as I’ve often wondered about that. You’ve worked in so many capacities across science and cultural fields that it seems you have that Einstein ability to see the essential core of complex issues. Small wonder you are the go-to man for all the heavy science in a prestigious patent attorney firm.

    And I can handle a bad pecan be it penultimate or the last one, but a pad pistachio is a killer, requiring a glass of Janitor In A Drum for a chaser.

    – Sully

  5. Anne
    October 16th, 2009 at 17:10 | #5

    Literally speaking, of course.

    ……………head……………………
    I’m LO heels VE , marry me?

  6. Anne
    October 16th, 2009 at 17:13 | #6

    Sully, the spacing didn’t show up. Head needs to go over heels. Can you fix it.

  7. Anne
    October 16th, 2009 at 17:38 | #7

    I think this one is definitely not to be fixed. There’s only one thing that can save this post – delete ” “

  8. admin
    October 16th, 2009 at 17:46 | #8

    There’s nothing wrong with the spacing in his post.

  9. October 16th, 2009 at 17:49 | #9

    One last try — and maybe you’ve already seen it — but is the bold highlighting coupled with the extended dotted line clear enough. Yours is the cleverest response I’ve seen to the column’s billboard challenge, Anne. But if you want to nix the post, I understand. Formatting still seems to be barebones in these posts for WordPress. You can email me at mn333mn@earthlink.net, if you prefer.

  10. October 16th, 2009 at 17:59 | #10

    Much worthy food for thought, as always, and speaking of food–I must know this: Why do you
    fast after 7.00 pm? I must know.

  11. October 16th, 2009 at 18:30 | #11

    LOL, Janet. I’ve had a half dozen inquiries about why I don’t eat after 7 pm. The short answer is that 7 is about as late as I can go and still keep food down when it’s time for lights out. Happens almost every night as automatically as remote control. It’s as if the light switch and the act of getting into a bed are connected to my stomach. Maybe I should sleep 30 feet from the light switch. Naw. Electric stress from a distance, horizontally induced… Rx: don’t go to bed.

    – Sully

  12. Anne
    October 16th, 2009 at 18:51 | #12

    Sully, Amalgam’s words so reflect what your essays do. Inspire associations, technically syncing minds. His description of our problem solving capacity when we are aware of the unconscious mind’s abilities, hits home. Years ago when I couldn’t solve a tech problem in Word, frustrated I chose to sleep instead. The next morning waking with the solution delivered magically. After experiencing this phenomenon repeatedly, it became an awareness – one to trust. Likewise, an action the mind’s eye records suddenly becomes significant after a good night’s sleep. You may understand someone else’s actions because at night you’ve watched an uncensored instant replay while you slept.

    Back to your article, often there’s a firecracker effect. It’s alive and sparks impulsive creativity. Often going off it many different directions as witnessed in the readers’ responses. Coincidence or not, you seem to create a frame within a frame and accomplish what you suggest is possible. Here’s to the fireworks, and thanks for the room to write.

  13. October 16th, 2009 at 19:10 | #13

    “…uncensored instant replay…” I like that. Analyzing (not to be confused with judging) is what I best like doing. And that’s what you nail with your sleep-mode model. Especially the uncensored part — the bit where every nuance, implication and inference gets trotted out in the replay. Can’t wait to go to sleep tonight — miles from the light switch, of course. Sanctuary and analysis.

    Thanks for adding dimension to the feedback, Anne.

    – Sully

  14. October 16th, 2009 at 20:45 | #14

    Try eating in the dark. Keep goodies on a shelf next to the bed. Reach out and
    let your fingers do the food shopping. Everything tastes different in the
    dark and calories don’t count.

  15. October 16th, 2009 at 21:19 | #15

    Alas, I have 20/20 night vision. See too much once it starts. Like I said, it’s the going to bed part that completes the vicious cycle. As if turning off the light just turns on my emotional receptiveness. So the prescription is to stay up and face it on my feet until the course is run. This usually involves a long drive, followed by T-sax playing sometimes till dawn…and not eating after 7 pm. (I think I sleep when I blink during the day.)

    For those readers who haven’t picked up on this from the column, that’s because we’re referring to content from this month’s newsletter. If you’d like to get it sent to you free each month along with its photos, just email me at mn333mn@earthlink.net.

    As for calories not counting, Janet, well that’s not really a problem, as dogs regularly try to bury me. But I like your theory. Sort of like traveling to the sun, but only after dark so that you don’t get burned…

    – Sully

  16. Wayne Allen Sallee
    October 24th, 2009 at 08:58 | #16

    Hey, Sully. This was a great piece. With me, it’s walking. Having what I call the long thoughts. I love the late at night walks, a passing car or signage might move me to my next scene, even if it is only on my blog. And there are times that I pass the basement apartments that have TVs on, its funny how you can see the blue screen no matter if the drapes are closed or not. You just know it is there and that cathode ray is buzzing along. Take care, chum.

  17. October 24th, 2009 at 09:06 | #17

    Blue screens, indeed, Wayne. Somehow it always seems like mind control to me when I see the pattern of lights in a house and then when they are all off, there is that blue glow in one room, as if the inhabitants have come together to stare hypnotically at some Orwellian captor.

    Long walks are a MAJOR way I gain perspective too. Bob Jones just sent along an article from Wired Magazine this month that describes experiments showing that such idle time is perhaps crucial to problem-solving and creativity. Thanks, amigo, and take care…

    – Sully

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