"the muses refused the sculptor's call
moulding hands lost the touch
now they can only maim and destroy"
I was writing a email a few days ago
to a dear friend, and was telling her
how I was in a mood,
and was talking about creative hangover,
or waiting around for the muse to return,
which feels much like
"give over to unseen forces
wait for them to deliver"
"Galatea is not reformed" is an interesting allegorical poem that uses as a reference the story that Ovid tells in the definitive book of his Metamorphoses, according to which Galatea was a statue created by Pygmalion who, from admiring his work, fell in love with she . In the poem, this is not addressed directly, however I feel an allusion as to the non-transformation of Galatea to benefit the artist. The poem also speaks of the loss of a compass, of an erratic journey through cosmic worlds and of growth in another order. The whole poem constitutes a journey with suggestive and powerful images. Excellent work, Pryde!
Always great and interesting,
"the muses refused the sculptor's call
moulding hands lost the touch
now they can only maim and destroy"
I was writing a email a few days ago
to a dear friend, and was telling her
how I was in a mood,
and was talking about creative hangover,
or waiting around for the muse to return,
which feels much like
"give over to unseen forces
wait for them to deliver"
Thank you, Daniel:)
powerful poetry. I am learning what real poetry is all about by reading yours each day
Poetry is many things; I am honoured by your words, Sayee:)
welcome dear
"Galatea is not reformed" is an interesting allegorical poem that uses as a reference the story that Ovid tells in the definitive book of his Metamorphoses, according to which Galatea was a statue created by Pygmalion who, from admiring his work, fell in love with she . In the poem, this is not addressed directly, however I feel an allusion as to the non-transformation of Galatea to benefit the artist. The poem also speaks of the loss of a compass, of an erratic journey through cosmic worlds and of growth in another order. The whole poem constitutes a journey with suggestive and powerful images. Excellent work, Pryde!
Thank you, zeleira:)