‣ The World Of Poets and Muses©2002 Robin Frederick
There are many poets in this world. Not all of them write poetry. I use the word "poet" in a wider sense, meaning someone who has the soul of a poet. You don't necessarily need to write words on a page in order to possess a poet's soul. You may be someone who keeps a journal or loves music passionately or dances just because it feels good to move.
You have a poet's soul...
if you look for the truth behind reality.
if you are never satisfied with easy explanations.
if you recognize that your path is yours to walk alone.
You have a poet's soul...
if you notice things that others do not.
if you understand the meaning of dreams.
if you seek the real sounds behind words.
You have a poet's soul...
if you fall deeply in love...
so deep that you need to find new ways to express it.
If you have a poet's soul, you know it.
What is a muse?Many of my songs are about the relationship between the poet and the muse, those luminous, unobtainable beings that inspire unquenchable yearning. In a society obsessed with acquiring material goods, with having the latest, owning the largest, we don't give much thought to muses. After all, you can never own the muse. You can never even touch it. Of what use, then, could it possibly be?
Most people think of the muse as an elegant figure in flowing robes frozen on some Grecian urn, the exclusive property of painters and writers of long ago. Robert Graves, the British poet and novelist, equates the muse with the White Goddess or Triple Goddess of the Celts: she who wields the power of life and death, inspiring awe and fear, love and lust in everyone with eyes to see her. But the muse is not some ancient figure - many people today have seen her, crossed her path, perhaps without realizing who she was.
The theme of the muse has haunted me for many years. It's something I've experienced myself and talked about with other artists. Expressing a meeting with the muse in a song, a poem, or a painting, is what artists do. Here's one of mine. Feel free to listen as you read on.
In his book The White Goddess, Robert Graves is very specific in his description of the muse: "The muse is a lovely, slender woman with a deathly pale face, lips red as rowan-berries, startlingly blue eyes and long fair hair..." But this portrait is far too limited. Every poet finds his or her own muse - the irresistible figure that draws the artist toward the light of creativity.
The Pre-Raphaelite painters sought out this idealized representation of the muse in real women and painted them again and again. Keats described a fatal encounter with her in his poem "La Belle Dame Sans Merci." The legend of King Arthur celebrates her multiple faces in the figures of Guinevere and Morgan Le Fey. The experience of the muse is universal; you will find references to her in the poetry and songs of all languages. In India her hair is black, in Africa her skin is dark. The muse is not always female, either. There are poems, paintings, songs, and novels inspired by male muses, too.
Pre-Raphaelite Muse, Jane Morris, painted by D. G. Rossetti.
The beloved "other"Perhaps the best way to describe an encounter with the muse is this: somewhere in your past there is a person who comes back to you in dreams. Maybe you barely knew them, perhaps it was only a brief encounter but you have never forgotten the face, the moment, the sudden sense of recognition. The image of this person is surrounded with a special quality of light - a luminous glow that is not present in other memories. There is something magical and transformative about it. This is the face of the muse. The image lives on in your memory, evoking a sense of yearning and the desire to be worthy of this luminous being. The statement that truly reveals the presence of a muse is: "Everything I did, I did for you."
Many people keep a memory like this but don't recognize its importance. It usually happens when we are young, eighteen or nineteen, and we try to dismiss it as "just a crush." Maybe it makes us feel safer if we can turn it into something trivial and mundane, but the dreamlike image that remains imprinted in the mind and heart is anything but trivial. Poets, songwriters, painters, artists of all kinds recognize it for what it is: a way in, a doorway into the deep underground of the psyche. It may happen more than once - Picasso had several muses - but for many it is a unique and singularly memorable experience, one that can transform a life.
Why is this meeting so profound? Why does it leave such a lasting and vivid impression? What's going on here? Well, if you were paying attention at the moment you met your muse, you might have felt something fly out of you and into them - I can't describe it any other way - it's that piece of you that Jung calls the 'anima' in a man, 'animus' in a woman. In an instant, you projected an essential, core part of your psyche onto another. What you are seeing when you look at them is the reflection of your own poet-soul. It is frighteningly beautiful, awesome and silent. You want desperately to speak to it but ordinary speech seems inadequate. The only language you can think of to use is poetry which is the true language of the soul.
This is what makes muses so extraordinarily desirable, the urge to unite with them so irresistible. The muse is a part of your Self, your own soul you are seeing reflected in the Other. That which has been separated yearns to be reunited... but there's a catch. Like a mirage, the image of the muse dissolves as you approach. This is the terrible paradox of the muse: the poet can look, yearn, reach for, worship but never actually possess it. Why? Because nothing destroys the elusive beauty of a muse faster than the harsh light of day-to-day familiarity. The poet who actually lives with the person who is his muse will soon discover he has a companion, a friend, a lover, but he has lost his radiant source of inspiration. The muse has become a real person and is no longer a shimmering reflection of a soul.
Back in the 12th century, the troubadours found a way around this problem; they simply fell in love with someone who was unobtainable. Their muses were married women of high birth, far beyond the reach of a mere jongleur. Because she was always seen from afar, the lady could embody all the goddess-like qualities the troubadour imagined her to have. They even had a name for it: l'amor de lonh or "distant love."
The ghostly musePerhaps the most famous unobtainable muse was Dante's Beatrice. She made her debut as the personification of pure love and keeper of the Gates of Heaven in Dante's epic poem, The Divine Comedy. What many people don't realize is that Dante never met Beatrice or, if he did, they exchanged no more than a few words. He claims to have first seen her when they were both nine years old and knew immediately that he was destined to love her always.
Beatrice was married off at eighteen to a man chosen for her by her parents; she probably died at about the age of twenty. But Dante preserved an image of her in his mind long after she was gone, an image that inspired him to create one of the greatest poems ever written. Dante's idealized Beatrice was a magnificent reflection of his own poet-soul, a shimmering, angelic beacon. (I do sometimes wonder what Dante's wife might have thought of all this.)
The ancient Celts of Britain, as Robert Graves points out in The White Goddess, seem to have had an especially powerful affinity for this unearthly, dream-like muse. Many haunting celtic ballads describe a lover who appears in the night, surrounded by a halo of light, and departs with the dawn. A beautiful example is the traditional folk song, "Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair." Its mournful melody and yearning lyrics describe a lover who is both real and unreal, someone with whom the singer longs to be united but never will be, someone shining with an radiant beauty. I recorded this song for my album Blue Flame and tried to capture a little of the power this figure wields - a true folk image of a muse.
The muse survivesLately there has been speculation that the muse is dead. "The concept of the muse is part of the Romantic tradition and this is just not a romantic age," says UCLA professor David Halle in an article in the Los Angeles Times, "Evolution Of The Muse." Supposedly it all has to do with the equality of the sexes and the frankness of lovers nowadays.
But the muse will never die as long as there are people who see the best and most beautiful part of themselves reflected in the face of another. Romantic (and unromantic) ages come and go but the muse has been with us since long before the Greeks were painting vases.
Ever since the first human fell madly in love, we've been chasing our muses and offering up our best achievements in an effort to entice the elusive dream to come a little closer. 'Everything I did, I did for you.' The muse inspires not just artists, but scientists, philosophers, teachers, anyone who aspires to achieve something that is beyond their reach. And because of our longing for the muse, we become more, better... deeper, wider. Whatever you do in life, if you have a poet's soul, embrace your muse.
Reach for it, reach beyond yourself, write with the knowledge that the beauty you see is not separate from you but a part of you, maybe the best part.
P.S. Here's one last lesson I learned from my muse. Be sure you share with others what you have learned from yours. May your songs flow.
©2002 Robin Frederick
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