My mom bought me a cassette by Harry Nilsson when I was about six. Besides being an excellent example of 70’s folk-rock, it is also a narrative about Oblio, a boy born with a round head in the land of Point. Oblio is eventually banished to the Pointless Forest where he soon realizes that everything in the Pointless Forest in fact has a point! Even the bizarre, stoned “Rock Man.” The point of this story? Very little is truly pointless.
For example, I like to make collages. I gather images off the internet and lay them out in InDesign and print them to hang on my wall, for nothing more than visual inspiration. I can spend hours doing this. It doesn’t make me money or clean my apartment or write my memoir or any of the other things I think have a point. And yet it’s not pointless.
I posit that people need some kind of creative play to clear out the cobwebs, and the less it feels like work the better. Here are some things I like to do:
- make collages
- make books in iPhoto
- take random photos
- make playlists
- put together decor ideas
- write stories
- paint or draw
- write blog posts
- make up new recipes
- rearrange my furniture
It all has a point!
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Things that have no value are considered pointless. Creative work is not pointless.
Funny, I was just reading John Cage writing about “the purpose of purposelessness” today.
Awesome. Me and John Cage are like… (x’s fingers)