Category Archives: Transcendental Thursday
Glory be to God for dappled things —
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted & pieced — fold, fallow, & plough;
And all trades, their gear & tackle & trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled, (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Because it’s been a beautiful week so far.
All that matters is how you feel inside.
This post will feature music that inspires me.
One of my favorite ’90s bands – Live, “Pain Lies on the Riverside”
One of my favorite Irish bands – U2, “Where the Streets Have No Name”
One of my favorite 2000s bands – Incubus, “Drive”
I’m not a huge fan of contemporary Christian music; when it comes to sacred music, I prefer Gregorian chant or gospel. That said, I love this song. Jars of Clay, “Flood”
Yes, rap music can be positive. Arrested Development, “Tennessee”
One of my all-time favorite artists – Bob Marley and the Wailers, “Redemption Songs”
I Hear America Singing
by Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.