… and what shall we say to the woman who’s not impressed by a sky full of light, and well-crafted clouds… who moans at the cruel Fate maliciously denying her a day of sunshine? Will she be any the more impressed by an imaginative etude, as the objects of her scorn are likened to ethereal billows of life itself; eerily suspended above our heads; and so, so necessary to our continued existence? Advertisements
To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive. Robert Louis Stevenson – whose birthday we remember on this date.
“… if I may be allowed to paraphrase… See with what marvelous light is man and all his work illuminated…” EJ Liederstein – at a symposium on The Usage of Light in the Arts.
Today is the day we remember the birth of Alfred Lord Tennyson. He succeeded Wordsworth as Poet Laureate of England, which is some mighty large shoes to fill. He was made a Baron by Queen Victoria, because of his popularity, which in turn made him the first to sit in the House of Lords based solely upon the merit of his verse. Being the first at most anything you can imagine is a very cool thing. As long as that ‘thing’ is a cool thing…
“What is a systematic school of thought on the fundamental questions of life, but an attempt to look at the sun through a filter that allows for longer glimpses than would be possible with out those lenses…? Its all a matter of sustained study; of getting the most comprehensive evidence possible, without doing damage to the one doing the observing. I had almost typed ‘without destroying the observer…’” EJ Liederstein