Mozart, la inspiración divina y el fin de semana

Hoy tengo una flojera monumental, así que no pienso escribir mucho. El fin de semana fue familiar. La tía Maya vino de visita del DF a ver a mi abuela (son hermanas) y se organizó una pequeña reunioncita en casa de Gilda el día de ayer que se continuó en mi casa.

Leyendo The Guardian, me encontré un quiz sobre Mozart, a propósito del próximo natalicio del compositor. Me fue del asco: 13/20.

En el mismo periódico, me encontré este artículo sobre la inspiración que de cierta forma me incomodó… por ejemplo, el párrafo

It is not news, even though it is continually shocking to see, just how much envy insidiously corrodes our pleasure in other people's gifts and talents. What is more difficult to apprehend is just how fearful people often are of their own inspiration, of their own odd and unfounded thoughts, and therefore how prone they are to sabotage it and attack it and trivialise it. Often just by ignoring it. If to be inspired means, as Eliot said, to be even momentarily unintelligible, unrecognisable to oneself, then inspiration is akin to possession, to being taken over. And this, for some reason that is worth considering, does not come naturally to most people.

aunque estoy de acuerdo con afirmaciones como la siguiente:

We have glamorised inspiration, idealised the artist possessed by vision to protect ourselves from two simple and apparently contradictory acknowledgments.
Firstly, as Eliot among many others attests, inspiration can be extremely disturbing; it can leave us confounded, at odds with ourselves, bemused by the kinds of things we find ourselves making. And secondly, that there is a strange and unsettling ease about inspired work because it comes unbidden; it may require disciplined attention, but not effort, concentration, not diligence.
Just as you can't try and have a dream, or decide beforehand what it will be, inspired work, whatever its prehistory of crisis or trauma, can seem to just happen.

En fin, que creo que vale la pena echarle una ojeada al texto, junto con los comentarios de artistas que “revelan” cómo le hacen pa que les llegue la musa a suspirar al oído. (¿¿¿Existen las musas de la redacción académica???)
Si hacen el quiz de Mozart díganme cómo les fue!