This post is from the same night as the one on energy... i was in quite the mood for penning my thoughts down
23:40 3rd June, 2009
The train to Lucknow. Pulling out of Nizamuddin Station.
A creative fit seems to have taken over me. And its weird that i'm trying to examine where this inspiration (so to speak) is coming from
On Musings...
What does it mean to muse over something? Is it an effort of the idle
mind to make something out of nothing, or rather, sense out of the non-sensical.
And where does it stem from?
Emptiness seems to be key and yet the strange thing with the word muse
is that it implies an inspirational source of the female form or its
representation, for the artistically inclined (or should i say employed?)
And why is it only the female form? For an artist to have a muse of
the fairer sex stinks of chauvinistic tendencies rooted in the evolution of our
civilization. And yet you’ll never come across any feminist worth her salt to
protest or petition against the muses or so to say the musings of the masters.
Indeed, many would be proud of it that their creed evokes such passion in the
minds of the intellectuals.
After, all creativity can stem from anywhere and anyone. My muse for
this musing? If I told you it wouldn’t remain mine, would it now?
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