Only the lover sings

From the preface to "Only the Lover Sings" by Josef Pieper: "The intent here is to make one thing clear: that music, the fine arts, poetry--anything that festively raises up human existence and thereby constitutes its true riches--all derive their life from a hidden root, and this root is a contemplation which is turned toward God and the world so as to affirm them."

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Inside the Music, Stunning Macro Photography by  Andreas Mierswa and Markus Kluska 

These stunning photographs were commissioned by the Chamber Orchestra of the Berliner Philharmoniker, Andreas Mierswa and Markus Kluska  let’s us see inside musical instruments, cleverly lit, narrow places become cavernous space, almost like concert halls.

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Lignamine, Francesco. Ad illustriss. p. Ven. Paulum Nanum Taruisii Praetorem praefectu[m]que liber : manuscript, [ca. 1510]

MS Typ 168

Houghton Library, Harvard University.

[maryelizbeth]

i love this man. i love his poetry. i love this poem most.

[petitcabinetdecuriosites]

(via (4) Moda Fabrics Kasuri Collection Kasuri Medallions Indigo blue yardage)

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[elinka]

Central Park in snow. 1973

Daniel Sorine

[metaphorformetaphor]

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.

Pablo Neruda, from “A Song of Despair,” Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, translated by W.S. Merwin (Jonathan Cape, 2004)

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A Navajo man by Shiprock. New Mexico. 1915. Photo by William J. Carpenter.

[artpropelled]

Clarens, Free State, South Africa by Jim Patterson Photography

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From imgfave.com

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[one-mael]

About a sound of shy glances.

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, written and recited by Robert Frost

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Tuyet Quach

[litverve]

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yeats, “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” 

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cliffs - nantucket, ma. (at Nantucket Island)