don’t sell what you can’t own

the poetess ann sexton

I’ve never had an original idea in my life, I don’t think anyone really has.

All our ideas, “our” being the great collective mind of culture and knowledge, are in some way derivative –  collaborative, combined and developed in the ongoing chatter and conversation of all the preceding experience we have had personally and collectively manifested. We might, as an individual, bring together those ideas in a new-ish way, or with a particular panache and sophistication, but by and large, ideas are not singular found objects, they are natural, born creatures – ostensibly unique, but seeded with DNA echoing back through the ages.

So, in that spirit of unoriginality, above is an image of someone else’s art, a glorious digital collage and I forget who they are but I snapped it one day at GoMA; and below the music is someone else’s but I can’t find the link any more, and the voices are Ted and Sylvia, I think from interviews with the BBC and a reading of Ted’s work on thinking. I think I’ll get a copy. Because I love Ted’s thinking. This might just get you thinking.

Tonight at Yulli’s is all sold out, I am afraid, so I won’t be able to tell you the very best story I know, but on Friday instead you can be a part of the greater, derivative, collaborative idea that is DJ Thought Fox vs MC Lady Lazarus. It’s not the best story that I know, but it’s a part of the biggest conversation.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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