The problem with writing this essay on creativity was evident the moment I mentioned it to anyone. The idea didn’t sound creative, or necessary. It sounded blobby and arbitrary, like the early strains of a lot of ideas. It could not be written efficiently. Plus, there was no promise that you, the reader, would even vibe.
So what was the point?
Whenever I would tell anyone about it, I would doubt, stammer, fish around for meaning, apologize for wasting their time. If I’m honest, those feelings linger, as I write this. But there was that one day recently at the Lyric Opera. For a week, the Joffrey Ballet staged an adaptation here of Steinbeck’s ”Of Mice and Men.” The idea came from Cathy Marston, a British choreographer who made her name translating classics such as “Jane Eyre” and “Lolita” into the fluid assemblage of movements that make a recognizable ballet.
