every day hear a
little song, read a good poem,
see a fine picture
He was wont to say, “Men are so inclined to content themselves with what is commonest; the spirit and the senses so easily grow dead to the impressions of the beautiful and perfect, — that every one should study, by all methods, to nourish in his mind the faculty of feeling these things.
For no man can bear to be entirely deprived of such enjoyments: it is only because they are not used to taste of what is excellent that the generality of people take delight in silly and insipid things, provided they be new.
For this reason,” he would add, ” one ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
With such a turn of thought in Serlo, which in some degree was natural to him, the persons who frequented his society could scarcely be in want of pleasant conversation.
From Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, translated by Thomas Carlyle (Robertson, Ashford and Bentley: London, 1901).
It is only because they are not used to taste of what is excellent that the generality of people take delight in silly and insipid things, provided they be new.
Maybe there is the nub of the problem.
We have moved to far away from what it was like to live in America that folks today are not used to taste of what is excellent that the generality of people take delight in silly and insipid things, provided they be new.
That man currently if office has an endless supply of shiny new things to pull out of his hat to that folks take delight in.
Silly and insepid things.
And here is the real trick,
All he has to do is SAY they are new.
For this reason, one ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
For today, I will let you choose the little song.
I hesitate to suggest one as it will get stuck in your mind and loop and loop and loop until you cannot stand it.
But I did recently come across this version, Just A Closer Walk With Thee by Sammy Miller and The Congregation Big Band that I enjoyed:
For the good poem, may I suggest Motto by Langston Hughes?
I play it cool
I dig all jive.
That's the reason
I stay alive.
My motto
As I live and learn,
is:
Dig And Be Dug
In Return.
From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes (New York : A. A. Knopf : Distributed by Random House, 1994)
For a good picture here is a recent photo of the Maye River from the Calhoun Street Dock that I took on a foggy Sunday Morning in Bluffton, SC.

For a good picture here is a recent photo of the Maye River from the Calhoun Street Dock that I took on a foggy Sunday Morning in Bluffton, SC.
And for a few reasonable words may I suggest this passage by Mark Twain in Huckleberry Finn:
We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness.
It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn’t ever feel like talking loud, and it warn’t often that we laughed — only a little kind of a low chuckle.
We had mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all — that night, nor the next, nor the next.
Try these out today and I bet you will scarcely be in want of pleasant conversation.




