Muses aren’t only for Writing by Bogdan Dragos

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“Muses,” he said, “aren’t only

for writing

and painting, and stuff

like that.

That’s just what the

world likes

to believe.

But me, I use my muse

as inspiration

for pranks. This is my art.”

A few days ago

he dressed in

ragged clothes

and got his face dirty with

soot

and went around a

bus station

begging people for

spare change

He didn’t get any,

but that

wasn’t the point

The point was to be seen

by as many people

as possible

as he cried

and stated loudly that he’s

so hungry

he could eat anything

People did their best

to ignore him

until

they saw him walk by the

trashcan near the station

and reaching for

something inside

His hand came out

with a

used diaper. It looked full

and yes, he proceeded to

unwrap it and

lick and slurp its contents

as the people watched,

gagged,

and walked away

remembering the day

for the rest of

their lives

“Of course it was just

chocolate sauce,” he said. “That’s

how pranking works, you

know?

My muse gave me the

inspiration for it. I put the

damn thing in the trash can

before the people

gathered to wait

for the bus.

Chocolate sauce inside

a diaper. I’m a genius.

But, you see, my art is, as I’ve

said, not like

writing or painting. It doesn’t

remain as a solid object

in space when I’m done

working on it.

No, my art is more

like dancing. It’s about

performing for a crowd,

capturing their

hearts

and leaving them with

a memory they won’t

forget for

as long as they live.

If I weren’t an artist, if I didn’t

have my muse,

I’d be a dead

man now.”

Yeah, I believed him.

Meanwhile,

I beat at my own art. But

problem with me

is that

I won’t ever be as sure

of what I am

as this guy

Even after all those

years,

I still don’t know if

I’m an artist

or if I am

anything at all

If confusion and uncertainty

were my art

I’d be a god

Or maybe not. I’m not

even sure

about that.

All I know is that

I write

and keep on writing

because there’s simply nothing

else for me

So I guess

here I go

again

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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