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March 21, 2011

A Nipple, A Nuk and a Navel Orange w Rosie and the World

Rosie and the World
Matthew Ivan Cherry

You press
your drums
and overflowing.

In football fashion
you tuck the world
with a mechanics grip
under your arms
like Rosie the Riveter
and widowed.

You clutch what is left
of his need…a memory
recording half of him
and part of you
…a memory
that needs like him
….and so you feed
shooting streams
of white nectar
from double barrels
targeting dead center
but spritzing
the left side
of his face.

It runs
creamy as cum
but thinner than goats milk
down his cheeks
pooling like white tears
in his ear.

…and so the world was fed.

March 20, 2011

CREATive people

I read Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi's Book on the Creative FLOW many years ago, when I was trying to figure out how to best make use of my studio time while juggling a family and job etc.  Howard Tulllman sent me the following piece by Mihaly...a good reminder of who we are and why we do what we do.  ENJOY!

The Creative Personality

Created Jun 30 1996 - 11:00pm
Of all human activities, creativity comes closest to providing the fulfillment we all hope to get in our lives. Call it full-blast living.

Creativity is a central source of meaning in our lives. Most of the things that are interesting, important, and human are the result of creativity. What makes us different from apes—our language, values, artistic expression, scientific understanding, and technology—is the result of individual ingenuity that was recognized, rewarded, and transmitted through learning.

When we're creative, we feel we are living more fully than during the rest of life. The excitement of the artist at the easel or the scientist in the lab comes close to the ideal fulfillment we all hope to get from life, and so rarely do. Perhaps only sex, sports, music, and religious ecstasy—even when these experiences remain fleeting and leave no trace—provide a profound sense of being part of an entity greater than ourselves. But creativity also leaves an outcome that adds to the richness and complexity of the future.

I have devoted 30 years of research to how creative people live and work, to make more understandable the mysterious process by which they come up with new ideas and new things. Creative individuals are remarkable for their ability to adapt to almost any situation and to make do with whatever is at hand to reach their goals. If I had to express in one word what makes their personalities different from others, it'scomplexity. They show tendencies of thought and action that in most people are segregated. They contain contradictory extremes; instead of being an "individual," each of them is a "multitude."

Here are the 10 antithetical traits often present in creative people that are integrated with each other in a dialectical tension.
1.    Creative people have a great deal of physical energy, but they're also often quiet and at rest. They work long hours, with great concentration, while projecting an aura of freshness and enthusiasm. This suggests a superior physical endowment, a genetic advantage. Yet it is surprising how often individuals who in their seventies and eighties exude energy and health remember childhoods plagued by illness. It seems that their energy is internally generated, due more to their focused minds than to the superiority of their genes.

This does not mean that creative people are hyperactive, always "on." In fact, they rest often and sleep a lot. The important thing is that they control their energy; it's not ruled by the calendar, the dock, an external schedule. When necessary, they can focus it like a laser beam; when not, creative types immediately recharge their batteries. They consider the rhythm of activity followed by idleness or reflection very important for the success of their work. This is not a bio-rhythm inherited with their genes; it was learned by trial and error as a strategy for achieving their goals.

One manifestation of energy is sexuality. Creative people are paradoxical in this respect also. They seem to have quite a strong dose of eros, or generalized libidinal energy, which some express directly into sexuality. At the same time, a certain spartan celibacy is also a part of their makeup; continence tends to accompany superior achievement. Without eros, it would be difficult to take life on with vigor; without restraint, the energy could easily dissipate.

2.    Creative people tend to be smart yet naive at the same time. How smart they actually are is open to question. It is probably true that what psychologists call the "g factor," meaning a core of generalintelligence, is high among people who make important creative contributions.

The earliest longitudinal study of superior mental abilities, initiated at Stanford University by the psychologist Lewis Terman in 1921, shows rather conclusively that children with very high IQs do well in life, but after a certain point IQ does not seem to be correlated any longer with superior performance in real life. Later studies suggest that the cutoff point is around 120; it might be difficult to do creative work with a lower IQ, but an IQ beyond 120 does not necessarily imply higher creativity.

Another way of expressing this dialectic is the contrasting poles of wisdom and childishness. As Howard Gardner remarked in his study of the major creative geniuses of this century, a certain immaturity, both emotional and mental, can go hand in hand with deepest insights. Mozart comes immediately to mind.
Furthermore, people who bring about an acceptable novelty in a domain seem able to use well two opposite ways of thinking: the convergent and the divergent. Convergent thinking is measured by IQ tests, and it involves solving well-defined, rational problems that have one correct answer.Divergent thinking leads to no agreed-upon solution. It involves fluency, or the ability to generate a great quantity of ideas; flexibility, or the ability to switch from one perspective to another; and originality in picking unusual associations of ideas. These are the dimensions of thinking that most creativity tests measure and that most workshops try to enhance.

Yet there remains the nagging suspicion that at the highest levels of creative achievement the generation of novelty is not the main issue. People often claimed to have had only two or three good ideas in their entire career, but each idea was so generative that it kept them busy for a lifetime of testing, filling out, elaborating, and applying.

Divergent thinking is not much use without the ability to tell a good idea from a bad one, and this selectivity involves convergent thinking.

3.    Creative people combine playfulness and discipline, or responsibility and irresponsibility. There is no question that a playfully light attitude is typical of creative individuals. But this playfulness doesn't go very far without its antithesis, a quality of doggedness, endurance, perseverance.

Nina Holton, whose playfully wild germs of ideas are the genesis of her sculpture, is very firm about the importance of hard work: "Tell anybody you're a sculptor and they'll say, 'Oh, how exciting, how wonderful.' And I tend to say, 'What's so wonderful?' It's like being a mason, or a carpenter, half the time. But they don't wish to hear that because they really only imagine the first part, the exciting part. But, as Khrushchev once said, that doesn't fry pancakes, you see. That germ of an idea does not make a sculpture which stands up. It just sits there. So the next stage is the hard work. Can you really translate it into a piece of sculpture?"

Jacob Rabinow, an electrical engineer, uses an interesting mental technique to slow himself down when work on an invention requires more endurance than intuition: "When I have a job that takes a lot of effort, slowly, I pretend I'm in jail. If I'm in jail, time is of no consequence. In other words, if it takes a week to cut this, it'll take a week. What else have I got to do? I'm going to be here for twenty years. See? This is a kind of mental trick. Otherwise you say, 'My God, it's not working,' and then you make mistakes. My way, you say time is of absolutely no consequence."

Despite the carefree air that many creative people affect, most of them work late into the night and persist when less driven individuals would not. Vasari wrote in 1550 that when Renaissance painter Paolo Uccello was working out the laws of visual perspective, he would walk back and forth all night, muttering to himself: "What a beautiful thing is this perspective!" while his wife called him back to bed with no success.

4.    Creative people alternate between imagination and fantasy, and a rooted sense of reality. Great art and great science involve a leap of imagination into a world that is different from the present. The rest of society often views these new ideas as fantasies without relevance to current reality. And they are right. But the whole point of art and science is to go beyond what we now consider real and create a new reality. At the same time, this "escape" is not into a never-never land. What makes a novel idea creative is that once we see it, sooner or later we recognize that, strange as it is, it is true.

Most of us assume that artists—musicians, writers, poets, painters—are strong on the fantasy side, whereas scientists, politicians, and businesspeople are realists. This may be true in terms of day-to-day routine activities. But when a person begins to work creatively, all bets are off.

5.    Creative people tend to be both extroverted and introverted. We're usually one or the other, either preferring to be in the thick of crowds or sitting on the sidelines and observing the passing show. In fact, in psychological research, extroversion and introversion are considered the most stable personality traits that differentiate people from each other and that can be reliably measured. Creative individuals, on the other hand, seem to exhibit both traits simultaneously.

6.    Creative people are humble and proud at the same time. It is remarkable to meet a famous person who you expect to be arrogant or supercilious, only to encounter self-deprecation and shyness instead. Yet there are good reasons why this should be so. These individuals are well aware that they stand, in Newton's words, "on the shoulders of giants." Their respect for the area in which they work makes them aware of the long line of previous contributions to it, putting their own in perspective. They're also aware of the role that luck played in their own achievements. And they're usually so focused on future projects and current challenges that past accomplishments, no matter how outstanding, are no longer very interesting to them. At the same time, they know that in comparison with others, they have accomplished a great deal. And this knowledge provides a sense of security, even pride.

7.    Creative people, to an extent, escape rigid gender role stereotyping. When tests of masculinity/femininity are given to young people, over and over one finds that creative and talented girls are more dominant and tough than other girls, and creative boys are more sensitive and less aggressive than their male peers.

This tendency toward androgyny is sometimes understood in purely sexual terms, and therefore it gets confused with homosexuality. But psychological androgyny is a much wider concept referring to a person's ability to be at the same time aggressive and nurturant, sensitive and rigid, dominant and submissive, regardless of gender. A psychologically androgynous person in effect doubles his or her repertoire of responses. Creative individuals are more likely to have not only the strengths of their own gender but those of the other one, too.

8.    Creative people are both rebellious and conservative. It is impossible to be creative without having first internalized an area of culture. So it's difficult to see how a person can be creative without being both traditional and conservative and at the same time rebellious and iconoclastic. Being only traditional leaves an area unchanged; constantly taking chances without regard to what has been valued in the past rarely leads to novelty that is accepted as an improvement. The artist Eva Zeisel, who says that the folk tradition in which she works is "her home," nevertheless produces ceramics that were recognized by the Museum of Modern Art as masterpieces of contemporary design. This is what she says about innovation for its own sake:

"This idea to create something is not my aim. To be different is a negative motive, and no creative thought or created thing grows out of a negative impulse. A negative impulse is always frustrating. And to be different means 'not like this' and 'not like that.' And the 'not like'—that's why postmodernism, with the prefix of 'post,' couldn't work. No negative impulse can work, can produce any happy creation. Only a positive one."

But the willingness to take risks, to break with the safety of tradition, is also necessary. The economist George Stigler is very emphatic in this regard: "I'd say one of the most common failures of able people is a lack of nerve. They'll play safe games. In innovation, you have to play a less safe game, if it's going to be interesting. It's not predictable that it'll go well."

9.    Most creative people are very passionate about their work, yet they can be extremely objective about it as well. Without the passion, we soon lose interest in a difficult task. Yet without being objective about it, our work is not very good and lacks credibility. Here is how the historian Natalie Davis puts it:

"I think it is very important to find a way to be detached from what you write, so that you can't be so identified with your work that you can't accept criticism and response, and that is the danger of having as much affect as I do. But I am aware of that and of when I think it is particularly important to detach oneself from the work, and that is something where age really does help."

10.   Creative people's openness and sensitivity often exposes them to suffering and pain, yet also to a great deal of enjoyment. Most would agree with Rabinow's words: "Inventors have a low threshold of pain. Things bother them." A badly designed machine causes pain to an inventive engineer, just as the creative writer is hurt when reading bad prose.

Being alone at the forefront of a discipline also leaves you exposed and vulnerable. Eminence invites criticism and often vicious attacks. When an artist has invested years in making a sculpture, or a scientist in developing a theory, it is devastating if nobody cares.

Deep interest and involvement in obscure subjects often goes unrewarded, or even brings on ridicule. Divergent thinking is often perceived as deviant by the majority, and so the creative person may feel isolated and misunderstood.

Perhaps the most difficult thing for creative individuals to bear is the sense of loss and emptiness they experience when, for some reason, they cannot work. This is especially painful when a person feels his or her creativity drying out.

Yet when a person is working in the area of his of her expertise, worries and cares fall away, replaced by a sense of bliss. Perhaps the most important quality, the one that is most consistently present in all creative individuals, is the ability to enjoy the process of creation for its own sake. Without this trait, poets would give up striving for perfection and would write commercial jingles, economists would work for banks where they would earn at least twice as much as they do at universities, and physicists would stop doing basic research and join industrial laboratories where the conditions are better and the expectations more predictable.

From Creativity: The Work and Lives of 91 Eminent People, by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, published by HarperCollins, 1996.

March 17, 2011

Liquid Red and The Shave

Liquid Red
Matthew Ivan Cherry

I took a razor to my head
exposing my white scalp
to save some greenbacks
forgoing a haircut 
and a trim.

I continued
down the side of my face
removing the whiskers
from my sideburns
and under my nose
swiping ‘round my soul
using lever for lubricant.

To save time I
used the shower
spritzing my parts
as I went ‘bout my biz.

With the slip of soap
and razor in my hand
 I nicked my neck
a slice
 just shy of the jugular.

My liquid red
now flows
weeps profusely
from my cut

It drips
down across
my clavicle in a current
pooling in my gullet
flooding down the center of my chest
and torso trailing
where I dangle
it swirls around my shaft
like its a barber shop poll
or a peppermint
it laps at my purple package
spilling down my thighs and
flows towards the in-betweens
of my toes.

A part of me washes
down the drain
the fibers
that gather together
sifting into felted shards
like remnants of dishrags
made of pubic hair
lint from my belly

March 15, 2011

Remembering Loss


Matthew Ivan Cherry

There are a few
that to a boy
his father in the tight nugget of his
small mind and burgeoning sense of potential:

a watch and wallet,
tie tacs and cuff links,
money clips and a big set of keys
that unlock
cars, and conference rooms
and possibilities;
that open the world
and close up shops.

I obtained these objects only after
I lost my father. 
He too left us with
a key to his coffin.

I keep wondering how long it will take
to lose the pain,
but like my keys
I go searching for it
under every feather depleted pillow,
behind every flimsy door,
in every nook and cranny
that my fanny
ever sat in,
in my saggy drawers
next to my CK socks
and the drawers by my bed
where houses
coins and pill bottles,
unfinished sketches and half-written poems,
some unread magazines
and a half-box of condoms next to a bottle of KY.
These serve as a remembrance
that I too am destined
to be untapped, unused,
half empty and unfulfilled
with much more life
settling to my reserves
and my spare tires
and my “maybe tomorrows”.


When I do find them
hanging on the key rack next to the fridge,
I grab ‘em
and wave them
in the air
like they are
da  gaddamned goldn ticket
and with a jingle
I insert my
into the hoop that keeps
them organized by size
and color and

I give them a twirl
looping my fingers and catching them
like a cowboy
giving the index a blow.

With a tight grip
I cram them
my pocket
right under my hip
and hernia
scar just above my dick
(Dad’s DNA demonstrata.)

I pull
my hand out
and pat my pocket
…the metal protrudes
reminding me
that once again…
I’ve found it!

…the memory of loss. 


matthew ivan cherry

You regal queen sit
at the side of your bed
awaiting the night and your hood.
Life drained you and you now rest
holding your life source
water that feeds you
through a tube
taking away your Hummingbird pride
with a purge and leaving you 
"drone"d and bereft.

Sun-drenched and weather beaten
you reside
a faint memory,
your physicality
now diminished
by time and
honey-thickened sensibilities,
dense and dried
curled up at the edges

like my very nerves
drawn back and
calloused by chemo,
tacky – thick
chemically acrid.

Unable to conceive
barren, withdrawn
and unwilling 
to pray for rain
 to lick the sweet wet
to validate a vapor
and like a
mirage burning obsolete
come mid- afternoon
you wander away
with a wheeeze
and a buzzz
and a ghaaasssp.

 I can no longer hear your sighhhs
over my own...

but I can still hear you hummm.

March 14, 2011


Matthew Ivan Cherry

My flattering mind tells my body
that it still is what it used to
not exactly be (idealistically)
youthful and hairless
and kickin’…
with the thin muscles of an undergrad.

It tells me that you are new territory
to conquer and explore
…while you worry about crow’s feet
and a sagging bra.
It tells me I’m falling in love with you again…
not having anticipated
your return to my fantasy.

You’re not the girl
I first slept with
the virginal bride
with the insecure reach,
the one I deflowered
with the body that resisted

It feels like I’m loving an older woman
full and beautiful
who works me into her places 
with surety and sunshine
who assures my second guesses
telling me I’m the man
the boy wanted to be…
telling me I’ve still the boy within.

What was old and smothering
is comfortably
less claustrophobic
like the closets we sought and hid
within like some paradise
we were not worthy of
wanting desperately to be found
dark closets smelling of
worn coats that never warmed and
stale Cheez Wiz and cracker wrappers
found in the pocket of a polo
just Fabreezed.

Your breath has turned sweet again
and I’ll wear it
worn and roomy
and fresh…throwing open the windows
to hear your voice sing melodies
that loft
lifting monotony
from the very roots of my deaf boredom
and burying it asunder
from whence the foul stench wafted.

The stooge in the stowed
mirror no longer
wears a mask with my complexion
…the pasty pudgy
cheeks of sullen discontent.

He’s waxed his eyebrows
and sees more because of it.
He’s pinched his cheeks
and wears a rosie anticipation.

He wears new shoes
with a familiar scent
as he heads out unclothed
in the wilderness unknown.

That burden was never yours to own.
It was mine…but I left it…
when everyone said I should carry.
And so, yes…
I am falling in love again…
with the same one again
while the world moves from one to another
…and another.

March 13, 2011

The Awkward Affair

The Awkward Affair
Matthew Ivan Cherry

so I’m sitting here
pressure cooked
my ass hanging out
like smoked ham
in the air
the greasy finger

what is it that brought
 me to such a state?
why the hell has
modern medicine
not advanced beyond anal probing?
why do my bare buns embarrass me so?
why I do I feel
slightly naughty
needing the nurse
to come ‘roun
ta gimme a spankin’
like…I’m in school
itchin’ for the paddle
itchin’ for the sting that makes me sing
sends shivers shooting
to my medulla oblangatta
…my breath
 rises to a rapid short
making my temples tingle
as I anticipate the awkward affair