The Creator And The Muse

December 18, 2010 § Leave a comment

In the French film Molière, the hungry creator cannot balance his naturalness of comedy and his aching passion for a truth in tragedy in his theater. There is an incredible amount of potential to do great things, yet the ineptitude of where it would even go has yet to be, primarily, noticed, let alone washed away. Only through an unintended acquaintance with that connection to another who feels his passion without words does he break free of his incompetence and pride and speak from the heart he shares with her. The relationship between that of a creator and a muse is so inexplicably and poetically singular between each pair. Technically they have the same role, in that they both create an idea for the reassuring pleasure and ecstasy of the other, recognition of reaching out. Is this relationship, in of itself, indispensable and furthermore viciously and cerebrally distressing, or is it merely a self-inflicted wound of an insufferable life of creating? Either way, the outcome finds one transcended of comedy and tragedy if only for the fact that neither bare enough resemblance of the experience. « Read the rest of this entry »

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