She sought, not knowing what she was seeking,a talisman perhaps, some mystic keyto arouse her muse from deepest ennuiand so silence frustration's wild shrieking."Observe the many rules", a high priest said,"Follow this way", whispered the charlatan but a still, small voice advised "look within,then face the truths you find without fear or dreadand germinate each recollection's seedand from among them nurture those you choose."Then from within Psyche's deep vault she freedA treasury of inspirations to use.Seek out no secrets, seeker, but concedeMnemosyne is mother of the muse.From a very old book I have called Ancient Myths of the Greeks, in a chapter onMinor Gods and Goddesses:
They are the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. They are known for the music of their song, which brings joy to any who hear it. There are nine Muses, each with her own specialty: Clio (History), Urania (Astronomy), Melpomene (Tragedy), Thalia(Comedy), Terpsichore (Dance), Calliope (Epic Poetry), Erato (Love Poetry), Polyhymnia (Songs to the Gods), Euterpe (Lyric Poetry).
There is more in these ancient myths than just pretty stories and Ray Harryhausenmonsters. Do people know I wonder, when they talk of writer's block and "the musedeserting" them that the answer is so simple? Memory is mother of the muse. Look atsome photos, play your old 45 rpm records, visit old haunts, re-read a fave book andthen find or make for yourself an island of peace and relect on the memories thathave been jogged. Your creativity will soon flow. Lord Byron said "poetry isemotions reflected at leisure" (or something like that.)