/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.22772025]

Who is the /lit/'s Muse? Describe her in your best prose or poetry.

[Anonymous No.22772142]

She comes in colours everywhere
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming, colours in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colours
Have you seen her all in gold?
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots her colours all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen a lady fairer?

[Anonymous No.22772166]

>>22772025
I've never figured out what a muse is supposed to do. When I write, am I supposed to imagine I'm writing for her? Is her presence supposed to just imbue me with inspiration?

[Anonymous No.22772358]

>>22772166
>Is her presence supposed to just imbue me with inspiration?
Yes, very close to that. It is a bright presence lighting up the horizon one is dwelling in. I do believe that thinking about the muse of /lit/ is a necessary step. It would make our being here more aware and rich; plus, it is a filter, in a way that seeing bad energy, like insults, tossed around – you know: the Muse does not dwell among those. To bring it to a more prosaic level, it is an immune system.

[Anonymous No.22774020]

>>22772025
Idk but I suspect Calliope is involved because I mispronounce things I've only read sometimes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRSbjpXZYEA

[Anonymous No.22774041]

>>22772025
>Describe her in your best prose or poetry.
They’re not a ‘her’

[Anonymous No.22774052]

Serendipitous happenstance

Repeatedly.

Effortlessly.

Superior humor and superior prose

But nice enough to not let you know

[Anonymous No.22774065]

>>22772166
A muse isn't a tulpa or ideal necessarily, but they're not necessarily real people either. When you get one, you'll know it.

[Anonymous No.22774165]

>>22772166
Imagine her pink colored pussy stinking up the air

[Anonymous No.22774184]

>>22772166
Occupy your aesthetic spirit so your art becomes less vainglorious and transcends you into immortality