Inspiration is the windfall from hard work and focus. Muses are too unreliable to keep on the payroll.
Sappho is a great poet because she is a lesbian, which gives her erotic access to the muse. Sappho and the homosexual-tending Emily Dickinson stand alone above women poets, because poetry's mystical energies are ruled by a hierach requiring the sexual subordination of her petitioners. Women have achieved more as novelists than as poets because the social novel operates outside the ancient marriage of myth and eroticism.camille paglia
Who loves not music and the heavenly muse, That man God hates.john dowland
I'm an agnostic. Sometimes I muse deeply on the forces that are for me invisible. When I am almost close to the idea of God, I feel immediately estranged by the horrors of this world, which he seems to tolerate...stanislaw ulam
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,And every conqueror creates a muse.Edmund Waller
Webster is not concerned with humanity. He is the poet of bile and brainstorm, the sweet singer of apoplexy; ideally, one feels, he would have had all his characters drowned in a sea of cold sweat. His muse drew nourishment from Bedlam, and might, a few centuries later, have done the same from Belsen.john webster
When inspiration does not come, I go for a walk, go to the movie, talk to a friend, let go... The muse is bound to return again, especially if I turn my back!
Webster is not concerned with humanity. He is the poet of bile and brainstorm, the sweet singer of apoplexy; ideally, one feels, he would have had all his characters drowned in a sea of cold sweat. His muse drew nourishment from Bedlam, and might, a few centuries later, have done the same from Belsen.
Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write; In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.Alexander Pope
Some future strain, in which the muse shall tell How science dwindles, and how volumes swell. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.Edward Young
Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with whom shall end.Alexander Pope
The function of poetry is religious invocation of the muse; its use is the experience of mixed exaltation and horror that her presence excites.
Let others drink thee freely; and desire Thee and their lips espous'd; while I admire, And love thee; but not taste thee. Let my muse Fail of thy former helps; and only use Her inadult'rate strength: what's done by me Hereafter, shall smell of the lamp, not thee.Robert Herrick
Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore;The Muses are ten, the Graces are four;Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face;She shines a new Venus, a muse, and a Grace.callimachus
The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd muse.Oliver Goldsmith
Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorrèd shears, And slits the thin-spun life.john milton
Love passed, the muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
Then cease, bright nymph! to mourn thy ravish'd hair Which adds new glory to the shining sphere; Not all the tresses that fair head can boast Shall draw such envy as the lock you lost, For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This Lock the muse shall consecrate to fame, And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name.Alexander Pope
Within a bony labyrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aërial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.
At any rate, at his [the God of Love] touch every man becomes a poet "though formerly unvisited by the muse".
For his chaste muse employed her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.