Veritatem in artem invenire: Echoes from My Headphones: A Taste of the Music I'm Listening to

Thursday, November 4, 2010

A little jazz anybody?

High is our calling, Friend! - Creative Art

(Whether the instrument of words she use,

Or pencil pregnant with etherial hues,)

Demands the service of a mind and heart,

Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part,

Heroically fashioned - to infuse

Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse,

While the whole world seems adverse to desert:

And, oh! when Nature sinks, as oft she may,

Through long-lived pressure of obscure distress,

Still to be strenuous for the bright reward,

And in the soul admit of no decay, -

Brook no continuance of weak-mindedness:

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

~ William Wordsworth