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There is no muse, and other unsettling principles: 2 of 6 - Wemyss's Appalling Hobby:
From the Party Guilty of Committing 'Gate of Ivory, Gate of Horn'
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There is no muse, and other unsettling principles: 2 of 6
2. There is no muse. Therefore, you are not to wait upon it.
 
There seems to be this idea that writing is the result of entheotic possession, the visitation of a god or perhaps the infilling of the Holy Ghost. Bollocks. You don’t sit about and wait for lightning to strike; you rub sticks together to make fire. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend / The brightest heaven of invention: all very well, but that was a plea, not a prescription, and the jobbing actor-manager from Stratford damned well didn’t sit about waiting for a fiery muse, he got to work and made things happen. Including, it were well to note, that very line.
 
‘St Thomas Aquinas,’ noted Chesterton, ‘closely resembles the great Professor Huxley, the Agnostic who invented the word Agnosticism. He is like him in his way of starting the argument, and he is unlike everybody else, before and after, until the Huxleyan age. He adopts almost literally the Huxleyan definition of the Agnostic method: “To follow reason as far as it will go”; the only question is – where does it go? He lays down the almost startlingly modern or materialist statement, “Every thing that is in the intellect has been in the senses.”’
 
It is from the starvation of the senses that this notion of sitting about waiting for the visitation of the divine afflatus arises. If you have never properly attended to lampposts, or snow, or winter in the Wild, you’ll not create Narnia. If you have never heard the music first, before becoming expert in the techne, of language: if you neither know nor care how such a word as ‘hobbit’ could derive, or thrill to the very sound of the lines of Crist I in the Anglo-Saxon poetry of Cynewulf’s day: well, you’ll never invent Quenya or Eärendil or Middle-Earth. The ‘muse’ is not hovering, waiting to descend upon you. The world, however, is.
 
The world of our senses and apprehension through our senses is what brings us pictures, atmosphere, sensation, topography, mood, the awareness of ‘the patina of time on things past which is the hallmark of the mature writer’; it is the world as we attend to it and receive it in and through our senses that earths us ‘in the surface of the earth, solid objects and scraps of useless information’ – and that grants us knowledge of the ‘lie that [we] want to expose, some fact to which [we] want to draw attention’, also.
 
Get off your bum, go out into the world, feed upon it – and stop lazing about waiting for some mythical Heliconian demigoddess dressed as a Greek tart to stop by and lead you by the hand.
 


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From: optasia Date: October 12th, 2011 09:25 am (UTC) (Link)
"Get off your bum, go out into the world, feed upon it – and stop lazing about waiting for some mythical Heliconian demigoddess dressed as a Greek tart to stop by and lead you by the hand."

LMAO Thank you Wemyss
wemyss From: wemyss Date: October 13th, 2011 02:54 pm (UTC) (Link)

I admit it.

I always do go for the joke when I may.
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