I get struck by inspiration occasionally.
And then I wonder what to do with it.
And then I remember what John Jarmusch says.
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. Always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: 'It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.'”
And my first thought?
"But...plagiarism..."
So I correct myself.
This is soul research.
In this case, the resources are different.
In this case, the resources are different.
There will be no works cited page.
No bibliography.
Wouldn't true artists and kind people be perfectly content to let the products of their being just seep into someone else's being?
Perhaps the little details of life need no footnote.
They're just there.
