…so that he could plunge back into his chaos and drag out of it, with all its wet stars, his cosmos.
V. Nabokov – The Pale Fire
What can we say about creativity and about the process of creation? Let’s see. Nabokov here, comes up with a plan, which sounds to be rather simple. First you jump into your chaos and then, you bring back a cosmos. Probably the Greeks would agree. Maybe ha has a point, we shouldn’t rule it out just like that becasue it’s a story as old as the world itself. You know. Take a look on how Harris saw Pollock creating:
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the plate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.”
Le, la, ti, so, si, ta, te, lo, li. Music. This is music. Just Nabokov playing piano and chess with the syllables at the same time. This needs no commetary. Read it again, read it aloud. Enjoy. And one more thing. It’s not even his first language, guy lived in Russia until the age of 20.