I have a kind of control that my women do not, because they've no idea what's going on.
Really? I wonder.
Me too. Interminably. At great length. In long and pointless emails. That is, if you're wondering about the "they have no idea" part. (Though n!m, at least, clearly does not know.)
As for the power part... well, it's much like "Incurable (The 'All You Zombies' Remix)" in that I'm trapped in an incredibly vivid fantasy world entirely of my own creation and yet I have no means of escape. I react incredibly strongly to people of a certain type, and in that sense no one has any real power, because it's all in my screwed-up emotional chemistry. As you say, "I think in the end both are equally passive: the Muse cannot help but to produce inspiration, and the artist cannot help but to take it from her."
I've discussed this a bit with Rachel, and how I'm not entirely sure what "Muse" means; insofar as women (or fictional men, or v. occassionally real men) are my Muses, they're the women I want to write (about), the voices in my head (not literally), the people whose stories I want to tell using their voices. On the other hand, there's inspiration like writing-partners are inspirational; Rachel and I wrote to each other and for each other and with each other and I think in some sense it's fair to say we were muses for each other. But yeah, that's definitely a counter-conventional usage.
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Date: 2007-05-01 01:11 am (UTC)Really? I wonder.
Me too. Interminably. At great length. In long and pointless emails. That is, if you're wondering about the "they have no idea" part. (Though n!m, at least, clearly does not know.)
As for the power part... well, it's much like "Incurable (The 'All You Zombies' Remix)" in that I'm trapped in an incredibly vivid fantasy world entirely of my own creation and yet I have no means of escape. I react incredibly strongly to people of a certain type, and in that sense no one has any real power, because it's all in my screwed-up emotional chemistry. As you say, "I think in the end both are equally passive: the Muse cannot help but to produce inspiration, and the artist cannot help but to take it from her."
I've discussed this a bit with Rachel, and how I'm not entirely sure what "Muse" means; insofar as women (or fictional men, or v. occassionally real men) are my Muses, they're the women I want to write (about), the voices in my head (not literally), the people whose stories I want to tell using their voices. On the other hand, there's inspiration like writing-partners are inspirational; Rachel and I wrote to each other and for each other and with each other and I think in some sense it's fair to say we were muses for each other. But yeah, that's definitely a counter-conventional usage.