I was sitting in the library. Rather bored, when a girl entered my field of view, and almost immediately swept my heart away. It was something about the way she had swept into my view. I was in a relaxed mood, tapping my pen against my temple; perfect atmosphere to write a poem, and I'd found my subject. So, I held the pen and tried to scribble down some words, but oddly enough I couldn't. For there was something that I'd felt when I had seen her that I couldn't find the words to describe. I sat there stressing to think of a phrase that could express my feeling, but I couldn't. I couldn't just write any random rhyming words, that wouldn't have done justice to the poem. Frustrated, I left.
A couple of months later, on a Sunday evening, I'm sitting at my study table, discovering songs. I clicked on a YouTube link and a song started playing. I liked the lyrics that began the song. Then it followed, "You float like a feather
In a beautiful world". At once, I was taken aback. Immediately, I recalled the library incident. This phrase described my feelings perfectly; this is what I'd wanted to say. I listened to the song further and couldn't help but fall in love with it. Perhaps, because it was so relatable; perhaps, I was the Creep who wanted to write a poem about a total stranger. I went ahead and listened to other songs by the band. They were good, but none as good as this one.
In a beautiful world". At once, I was taken aback. Immediately, I recalled the library incident. This phrase described my feelings perfectly; this is what I'd wanted to say. I listened to the song further and couldn't help but fall in love with it. Perhaps, because it was so relatable; perhaps, I was the Creep who wanted to write a poem about a total stranger. I went ahead and listened to other songs by the band. They were good, but none as good as this one.
Thom Yorke had written the song, when he was in the university, for a girl. As the song suggests, he felt like he was not worthy of being her lover; he wanted to perfect like her. There was self-doubt. "Creep", without a doubt is a song that defines Radiohead. And yet, it was the song most loathed by the band, or so they pretend. The question remains: was Creep a song they hated or a song they were ashamed of?
An artist must be true to his heart, which means that the artifact that he creates must agree with him. This needs the artist to share his most personal thoughts and feelings, even if he's ashamed of having or feeling them. I believe that's the essence of art. Once Thom became successful, he was able to disassociate himself from his younger self - when he had written the song - and perhaps, he felt shame in being that person. But, it begs a very important question: Is loving something unattainable, an act of shame?
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