About The Flow of Creativity...

Blessed are the creative.
That we may endure tough times and other peoples bullshit with grace, humor or with loads of sarcasm. Blessed are we that use strife to create wild and thoughtful art, harsh poetry and the like while staying ourselves. At least, you know who you are facing.  May the Muse of Creative Juices flow to all children and never be diverted by adults bent on their child becoming more socially acceptable or filthy rich and tasteless.
Creative places around the world are struct with sudden disasters or are destroyed but thankfully, such places of art and thought are transient as its people. Nomads are we Creative Creatures. We are in search of a home where eats are cheap and booze is plentiful, where we can meet someone and love them hard and live well while making art and writing books. NYC was that. What it will become after the terrorist attack, budget cuts, black outs, super high rents,  The Great Recession, and now Hurricane/noreaster Sandy... well, its anyones guess.
There is Portland Oregon but the verve I'm used to could not be possibly there. Still, I'll have to check it out. It's always good when cash runs flush, to check out a place to live.  An artistic type, needs a place not just for existing to squeeze out babies then, grow old and complain a lot only to become worm food. Though, it is a must to have some stability but not become stagnant. I'd like to make connections in places like San Fran, Edinburgh Scotland, Australia or Portland but NYC must always have a creative pulse.
I was born in NYC and raised here so I know it is integral to the country. So, like many other poets,  writers and the like, I'd want to deposit bright drops of molten art, novels and poetry in enclaves of friends, in some art gallery or with family that stay put. As artist, some of us  keep apartments to rent filled with paint, easels and art books. Or, we have a bed and a drafting table at our Mom's, or a couch and kitchen table to rest our laptop at an ex lover/good friends' place to finish our novels. We do this in a city that allowed us to be ourselves, hoping to keep a connection. Artsy types are also blessed 'cause we know that all trends and disasters, wars and strife are pretty much cyclical. Creativity is a river and it may flow again in the place we just left. We have to follow it and live along its shores.

It's time for coffee and to do some writing. I got a book to finish.