Tapping into global intelligence, or accessing The Muse. You have The Muse working for you. I need to lure one over to my neck o' the woods. Aren't there nine of them? And do they, god-like, omnipresently, come to visit hundreds, thousands, even millions of artists and writers? COME TO ME! I'll wash the windows and unlock the doors!
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I haven't washed a window in 21 years. Maybe you are letting in too much light.
But then again, YOU'VE BEEN PRODUCING AWESOME STUFF!
Aw, thanks, I've been producing very little - you are so prolific! - but I won't be dormant forever.
Them doors is open, them Muses is gonna show up and throw a party in my head, and I will WRITE IT DOWN instead of forgetting it like Coleridge did with his unfinished Kubla Khan.
And I have not washed windows in 21 years either (coincidentally, that's the number of years we've been in this house!). It was just a phrase that came to mind. Credit the Moody Blues?
The Moody Blues - The Land of Make-Believe Lyrics
Eh, this was never one of their better songs. But today it kinda hits the spot.
We're living in a land of make believe
And trying no to let it show
Maybe in that land of make believe
Heartaches can turn into joy
We're breathing in the smoke of high and low
We're taking up a lot of room
Somewhere in the dark and silent night
Our prayer will be heard
Make it soon
So fly little bird
Up into the clear blue sky
And carry the word
Love's the only reason why
Ray Thomas on flute!
I'm still not over it, that he died of cancer. And today, the drummer of the Rolling Stones, age 80, left this world.