"The poet is the sayer, the namer, and represents beauty. He is a sovereign, and stands on the centre. For the world is not painted, or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful; and God has not made some beautiful things, but Beauty is the creator of the universe. Therefore the poet is not any permissive potentate, but is emperor in his own right. Criticism is infested with a cant of materialism, which assumes that manual skill and activity is the first merit of all men, and disparages such as say and do not, overlooking the fact, that some men, namely, poets, are natural sayers, sent into the world to the end of expression, and confounds them with those whose province is action, but who quit it to imitate the sayers" -Ralph W. Emerson (from "The Poet")
I took this picture yesterday, as I was enjoying my lunch. The sky was so blue, the clouds were too soft and white to be real, it looked like a painting of Monet, just to beautiful to not take the time to capture and remember. It also reminded me of the above selection of Emerson's essay entitled "The Poet" that I am throughly enjoying but at predetermined and self restrained, slow nibble...because I just dont want it to end.
This picture also reminded me of this song: "Chasing Blue Sky"; one of my faves from this band.