Illustration for Les Fleurs du mal by Charles Baudelaire. Odilon Redon 1890.
Jan Nieupjur paid a rare visit yesterday. We sat in the sun, shared a few beers and a few memories but it wasn't long before he turned our thoughts to the muse:
"I've met a new muse ." He informed me.
"Her name is Fleur Dumal, she is the most selfish human being I have ever met; lies constantly, would sell her mother for a glass of wine and is totally untrustworthy... In essence the perfect muse.
She is an artist without a shred of creativity or talent but has a phenomenal delusional self belief in her greatness."
Hmmmm. Sounds familiar
"She wants to write Tristan and to that end could she perhaps pen an occasional post for the blog. Would you indulge her, it might be fun."
I of course, in the interests of equality, agreed and will be posting her occasional thread entitled: 'Life in the pits'.
Should be interesting.
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