Creativity involves pleasure, maybe. Pleasure involves flesh, embodiment, working juices.
I can try to explain what I meant.
This is because I think it's better to try to be responsive, but not because I think I can do an adequate job of explaining myself.
Also, I regret entering the discussion, even whimsically. This stuff is so important to me that almost anything anyone -- including me -- says can make me pretty upset and screw me up for days. Skin too thin, kitchen too hot. So go easy on the snark.
My field is music composition, and I've hung around MIT for a couple years and some of the Kurzweil people in the distant past.
I don't think that
some aspects of creative activities -- composing music, writing stories -- are
completely mysterious.
There are rules, traditions, habits, patterns that can be analyzed.
http://www.psmag.com/culture/triumph-of-the-cyborg-composer-8507/
David Cope did a very sophisticated program that could do a pretty good imitation of so-so original compositions by Mozart, and a lousy imitation of bad Stravinsky.
I will eat something unpalatable, however, if Cope's program ever spits out a new Mozart piano concerto that gives me chills when I listen. What Cope's program is doing is a combination of stored patterns and some more abstract rules. If Cope succeeded in coding the most abstract of these rules to the degree that it can sound like late Mozart at his best, he has musical insight close to Mozart. Or maybe not. However, I don't think he
has succeeded.
Now, what I say next is not an
argument from incredulity, it's simple incredulity, or incomprehension of my own processes, desires, and projects.
If I'm anything like other composers, I judge what I'm doing from a variety of different perspectives. One very important basis of judgement is whether listening to what I've done gives me
pleasure. This response of pleasure is the end result of many complex judgments -- most of which are not entirely conscious, although some
are conscious. It manifests, at best, as hair-raising, or chills. It involves my whole body. It relates to the whole history of prior attempts, which have everything to do with my projects in life -- who I want to be, who I've tried to be.
Same with my response to any composers whose work I've come to know very well and love. (Or jazz improvisers.) Not only do I respond to amazing harmonies, rhythms, melodies, textures, (ingredients that can be heard as the piece unfolds), but the piece I love by some composer is understandable in terms of her life's work -- against the background of her other pieces and her life's projects, her
purpose. What is this 'purpose' of which I speak?