Somebody told me to stick to a theme and that isn’t all that bad. There are only so many things one can be inspired by within four-walls. Or is it? If you listen to the likes of Homer, Virgil and Dante, if you are uninspired to pick up that paintbrush, that guitar, or yourself from that bed in the morning, it’s not your fault. You are merely not blessed by the divine sources of art, culture and music: the Muses.
Interestingly that’s where we get words like muse-um (a place to preserve anything inspired by a muse), music and even possibly muzzle, because much like The Thinker, we think with our muzzle in our hand.
Since centuries poets and musicians have regarded themselves as vessels to be filled by these divine spirits of Ancient Greek. Sadly, in today’s more secular world, artists tend to take credit of their work themselves (maybe that’s why we were cursed with that mumble rap phase).
Anyway, like me if praying, even in these biblical circumstances seems unthinkable to you, then embrace that megalomania: be someone’s muse.
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