Artists of the Romantic and Pre-Raphaelite eras were entranced by their Muse. To be so entranced gave their art purpose.
Their yearnings for the ideals of the classic Muse were (1) of the quivering sort and (2) of the unrequited sort.
Keats woefully relates a young knight’s encounter with a ‘full beautiful … wild-eyed … faery’s child’. Said faery’s child entices said knight into fatal ‘thrall’.
Rossetti felt his copper-haired Muse, Elizabeth Siddal, defined his destiny. ‘Our hearts … intertwined … in an eternal dance of love and longing.’
What changed?
Our latter-day Muse has taken a semantic step away from the veiled coyness of yore in favour of cage fighting, ocean drilling, and handling log-severing (preferably not leg-severing) chainsaws.
Our latter-day Muse hasn’t time for your yearnings. Get over yourselves. Our latter-day Muse has a living to make.
Happy Musings! ★。・:*:・゚☆
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Susi Moore
Susi Moore writes a little fiction, poetry, and on the craft of writing. She is lead editor for several pubs, including Arts o' Magazine and The Scriber's Nook.
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