The Foul Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart

Where does our creativity come from? Yeats describes the process in his poem The Circus Animals Desertion.

“Those masterful images because complete

Grew in pure mind but out of what began?

Amound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,

Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,

Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut

Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder’s gone

I must line down where all the ladders start

In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.”