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We are shaped and fashioned by what we love. Goethe
The muse is a person who serves as an artist’s inspiration. Usually it is a female. And often it is the abstract concept of inspiration.
What is it about an attractive (intriguing) woman that turns an ordinary man into a creative whirlwind? Legs? Maybe…
What magical process enables him to invent, to paint, to write, to compose a masterpiece out of thin air simply by concentrating on the object of his desire?
Love? Admiration? Often…
The best case of ‘muse-relationships’ involve motivation on mental + emotional + spiritual levels as well as some physical attraction. So the muse can be a real person (aka role model), or it can be a created model (doesn’t exist in reality).
But why it always have to be depicted as a female? Can a male be a muse?
Robert Graves said that the male muse doesn’t exist. He said that a female poet must be her own muse, or she is ‘nothing’.
But the dude is dead anyway, so we are going to change the rules and I have to tell you, if I ever had the muse – it would be a man. And if I’d have to choose a character and the quality – it would be Hercule Poirot!
He’s calm, smart and fun.
And veryyyy humble! Haha!
You’ll understand my choice better if I’ll remind you his most famous quotes 🙂
- Ariadne: Doesn’t your intuition tell you anything?
Hercule Poirot: My intuition tells me… I haven’t finished my breakfast!
- Sally: I really think you should mind your own business.
Hercule Poirot: I have tried… but I can’t.
- Ariadne Oliver: So what did you come up with? I’m dying to know.
Hercule Poirot: So am I.
- Mr Waverly: (seeing Poirot is leaving) But you haven’t found my son yet!
Hercule Poirot: I will give you the address of where he is being held.
(hands Mr Waverly a piece of paper)
Mr Waverly: (looks at the paper) It’s blank!
Hercule Poirot: That is because I am waiting for you to write the address on it.
- Captain Hastings: (referring to marriage) You ever thought about it?
Hercule Poirot: In my experience, I have known of 5 cases of women murdered by their devoted husbands.
Captain Hastings: Yes?
Hercule Poirot: And 22 husbands murdered by their devoted wives. So thank you. The marriage, it is not for me.
- (Poirot is sick with the cold. He goes out to post a letter, and is startled by Hastings arriving in his car, honking the horn)
Captain Hastings: How is the cold, old boy?
Hercule Poirot: And now you try to give me the heart attack? I would not be surprised if riding in that car was responsible for my present malady.
Captain Hastings: She’s much too much of a lady to give anyone a cold. She’s running like a bird since I fitted those new gaskets.
Hercule Poirot: Birds do not run, Hastings. When you were little you should’ve paid more attention to your lessons in biology.
Captain Hastings: You’re really in a bad way, aren’t you?
Hercule Poirot: Well, my friend… As one approaches the end, one begins to see life as it truly is.
- Hercule Poirot: (about himself) Poirot, he sees things, Madame. It is a habit he cannot change.
- Hercule Poirot: (On the train, looking out at the beautiful landscape) Look at it, Hastings. Not a building in sight. Not a restaurant, not a theatre, not an art gallery. A wasteland.
Captain Hastings: I thought you liked the country.
Hercule Poirot: But this is not the country, my friend. The country is full of trees, and flowers… and public houses. This is a desert.
- Col. Johnny Race: What are you thinking?
Hercule Poirot: I was thinking of Molière: ‘La grande ambition des femmes est d’inspirer l’amour’.
Col. Johnny Race: I wish you’d speak some “known” language…
Hercule Poirot: “The great ambition of women is to inspire love.”
- Hercule Poirot: (monologue) I thought I could escape the wickedness of the city by moving to the country. The fields that are green, the singing of the birds, the faces, smiling and friendly. Huh! The fields that are green are the secret burial places of murders most hideous. The birds sing only briefly before some idiot in tweed shoots them. And the faces all smiling and friendly, what do they conceal?
- Captain Fowler: Well, what do you say, Mister Poirot?
Hercule Poirot: One cannot hurry the little grey cells, Captain.
- “It is completely unimportant,” said Hercule Poirot. “That is why it is so interesting,” he added softly.
- Simeon Lee: You don’t look very tough.
Hercule Poirot: Hercule Poirot is a detective not a bodyguard, monsieur.
So Here he is (David Suchet is the best Poirot):
What most inspires you to be creative? Choose anything 🙂 Haha
-coffee (from 14 cups and up)
-legs, legs and…more legs?
-men, who can walk in six inch heels
-the smell of used socks
-meteor showers near your house
-add your own 😬
And who would be your muse (if you had any)?