Creative Assignment: Blackout Poem



Creative Assignment: Tell a Tale

Henry awakes from the bed in an extreme daze. His head pounds in severe pain. Unaware of his circumstances, he takes a look around. He sees he is in a small room made of wooden walls, with only two windows. An old man in a white coat sits at a nearby desk, looking through a dusty book. He turns to see Henry stirring.

“How do you feel?” The old man asked Henry.

“Where am I?” Henry demanded.

“You are in my cabin,” the old man replied.

“How is it I came to be here? Last night I fell asleep in my own bed.”

“There will be time for explanation later. You must recover. Fear not, for you are in good hands.”

Henry looks down and sees his right thigh bandaged. Suddenly it begins to hurt. Henry becomes irritated.

“I demand at once to know exactly where I am!”

The old man frowns.

“I cannot accurately tell you that. Here, drink this. It will make you feel better.”

The old man offers a cup to Henry. Henry knocks it away angrily.

“Please my friend,” the old man begins. “I beg that you drink this. It will help your wounds. I will try to satisfy you with what I know later.”

Henry takes the cup from the old man. He looks down into it, wary of what might be in the mixture. Henry splashes the cup in the old man’s face, gets out of the bed, and quickly limps toward the front door.

Henry emerges from the cabin, blinded by the bright, hot sunlight. He continues limping into the forest, determined to get as far away from the cabin as he can.

Just when he thinks he can’t go any further, he begins to see a clearing; it is the end of the forest. Henry steps past the final tree.

“It can’t be.”

Henry’s feet are swallowed by sand. Fifteen away from him is a vast ocean. There is nothing but blue water for as far as his eyes can see. He drops to his knees and begins to sob. The fog that filled his head disappears.

“I saw your ship burn,” the old man emerged from the woods behind Henry. “A huge fire filled my horizon and the metal melted into the water. I found you washed up on the shore. You were the only one.”

Henry is devastated. He remembers everything. He remembers his friends in the crew. He remembers how the engine on his barge was damaged. He remembers fuel leaking. He remembers the explosion.

“I too have been stranded here,” said the old man. “My ship crashed and sank. Going on thirty years now. Welcome to my island.”

Creative Assignment: Quotes

Choosing to have a career that relies on creativity was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Everyone in my family, my parents and my three brothers, were all business majors in one way or another. Naturally, business was pushed on me. Everyone kept influencing me to become a business major. While I did like business, I never felt the same connection to it as I did with media. So when I told my parents I wanted to major in Media & Information, they were shocked. It took courage to go against the wishes of my family, but I decided to stick with it. Even now, I am still unsure if it is the right choice. I constantly have to have the courage to believe that this is what I am supposed to do.

 “Creativity takes courage.”

― Henri Matisse

I truly believe my mind has been dulled by the routines and traditions of the normal world. Just like what this class taught us in the first week, by conforming we become like everyone else. Our goal should be to stand out and think differently than the way other people do. That is something that I find myself struggling with over and over again. I like to follow directions and take the safe or normal way out. It is so hard for me to go against the grain. Every time I do, it feels wrong. Conformity has dulled my creativity. In other words, my creative side is hindered by my rational side.

“The chief enemy of creativity is good sense.”
― Pablo Picasso

This is the way I have felt all through school and even now in college. I have always felt a need to express my creative side. But with the way the school system works, it is almost impossible to do that on a consistent basis. I constantly feel like I have to hold back or do away with my creative side because it is not emphasized with things like algebra and history. Schools definitely educate us and prepare us for the workforce, but in doing so our creativity is dulled. I feel like it is just as, if not more, important for educational systems to help students to retain a sense of creativity.

“Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the ‘creative bug’ is just a wee voice telling you, ‘I’d like my crayons back, please.”

― Hugh MacLeod, Ignore Everybody: and 39 Other Keys to Creativity


When something is not going right in my life or I am just having a bad day, I cheer myself up by reading a book, watching a movie, or listening to music. These things may not be art but they are a form of creativity. By reading, watching, or listening to other people’s creativity, I get inspired. It lifts me up and makes me feel better about things. It reminds me that I have a soul. I also play the piano. There’s nothing that takes my mind off the worries of life like making a beautiful rhythm with those keys. When my hands are moving back and forth and I am concentrated on the music, everything else fades to the background.

“Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.”
― Stella Adler

For better or worse, I am an extremely sensitive person. When something bad happens to me, even if it was a complete accident, I am crushed. I dwell on it for a long time. Like when I do poorly on an exam, I am an absolute downer to everyone else for the next few days. In contrast, when something good happens to me, you won’t find a happier person in the world. I feel ecstatic. If I do great on an exam, I have to tell everyone, including people on Facebook and Twitter. I don’t know if this makes me a creative person, but I could definitely identify with every single quality mentioned in the quote below.

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.”
― Pearl S. Buck