THE CONSTANT MUSE

THE CONSTANT MUSE

When she felt the need she slipped in through the back door of my soul and lingered long to speak to my sub-conscience, whispering encouragement and inspiration. Her mission was to remind my spirit that my creative efforts and achievements should not be gauged by fame or fortune and my writing still touched the lives of those who read it.

After doing this she skipped three time zones to converse with mind of a young woman, sitting at her desk, drinking her morning coffee and doubting her own early efforts to compose serious poetry. This young woman’s problem was not her passion for verse but her trying to find her own unique voice to express herself. The Muse whispered to her gently that she should just keep writing verse and she will naturally find her own poetic voice.

Next the Muse jet-streamed through the clouds to Hawaii to visit an older, accomplished writer who was trying to convince himself to give up writing because very few people took the time to read book these days. She reminded his damaged spirit that even though few people read modern literature now his words, images and concepts they convey are still passed along from readers to non-readers, from personal conversations to social media web sites.

Next the Muse teleported herself halfway across the planet to visit a young man, a painter, blessed with the talent to paint in any style he chose, from realistic to surreal or abstract. This young man’s problem was also striving to find his own unique voice as a painter and he refused to go back to the old-school realism, paint in the over done surrealistic style and the redundant abstract-expressionism style that started in the late 1940s and is still being rehashed today. The mission of the Muse was to whisper to him, much like she did to the young poet, but with a different approach: suggesting to him that he leave his studio and observe as much of life as he could, from the architecture to the diverse people he encountered on the street. Observe his surroundings with a fresh perspective and continue to observe everything until his creative inner being comes to naturally realize he always had the ability to approach art in his own unique style.

After doing this she retired to her celestial realm hang out with the other Muses until she felt she was needed back on Earth.

Reviews

[Danny Metcalfe]

I really like the opening line! 'When she felt the need she slipped in through the back door of my soul and lingered long to speak to my sub-conscience' It is a great opening and really sucks you in. All in all it is a story that all artists go through and feel on some level. Very nice.