Servile,
he works to placate the violent muse;
it is not an inspiration but a force
of drudgery,
snapping whip and
flinging stone.
In these hallowed halls,
creativity comes not from within,
but from the clenched fist of
professor - expert - master of her craft -
when in reality,
creation must come from within the creator.
Freed,
his is the life of expression,
happily absent from the
dark realm of academia.
Author notes
Hmm. I'm frustrated.
Please tell me what you think
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Lovely. I quite agree. Art School is like that.
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possessing him. that's what this poem seemed like--like he was possessed. (just an afterthought)
another one--I agree with what the poem says--creation must come from within.
I'll shut up now =) -
I was about to comment on the other one, but then I realized you just incorperated those lines into this.
This is definately a twist. Most of the time, you see muses pictured as these delicate, forgiving little creatures blowing insirpation around like faery dust or something--little goddesses who are, of course, beautiful and warm and endearing.
You've definately added a twist to that norm. And, it definately works.
I kind of see this two ways--like the muse is, in fact, making him do this (like some evil workaholic dominatrix, lol) or that he is so weighted down by all his creative endeavors that he loses sight of what creativity is all about. Either way, I like the message it carries.
I really like the line "hallowed halls"--it just gives this haunting, ageless feeling without using the words "ghost" or "haunt", words that you find in poems often and that I use all too often, unfortunately.
This is like...fresh haunting. A new apparition. I like the violent words, and how the poem itself has almost a violent feel to it--the mention of the whip, and of the clenched fist, it gives the poem something extra, I think. Also, the line talking about the professor, how you have that broken up with hyphens really works well. It's like a list, making the muse/spirit/creativity overwhelming this man seem never-ending without saying so in a line.
This is definately great work, Ross!
~blessings~
~rora
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I hate it when people try to force you to be creative love the poem!!! keep it up ross buddy ur amazing
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