“It’s a word which has been discredited by the Romantics. I don’t see it as a state of grace nor as a breath from heaven but as the moment when, by tenacity and control, you are at one with your theme. When you want to write something, a kind of reciprocal tension is established between you and your theme, so you spur the theme on and the theme spurs you on too. There comes a moment when all obstacles fade away, all conflicts disappears, things you never dreamt of occur to you and, at that moment, there is absolutely nothing in the world better writing. That is what I would call inspiration.”

(Gabriel Garcia Marquez, The Fragrance of Guava)

No use for Calliope there then.

Marcello Baciarelli, Calliope