Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Gloomy Day, Go Away

I was feeling rather morose this morning, with all the gloomy skies here in central VA. Once in a while it is nice to just sit, be gloomy and think. You know, think into those deep dark cavities of your mind you only visit on occasions such as gloomy days. Well one thing led to another and I found myself pensive in the works of The Hub's favorite musical showcase - Brand New. I got a little too into it, and started reading some lyrics. "Sowing Season," the first song off the bands third album The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me, is actually quite pensive. I never realized just how methodical Jesse Lacey really is. It makes me want to dig further. I can officially say, "Hey Babe, I get it, and I may love them as much as you do, but for different reasons."

But getting to the design bit of this post...

The purpose of referencing the song is that the talented Mr. Lacey "laced" (haha no pun intended) the song with a poem from the iconic Rudyard Kipling (yes, the guy that wrote the Jungle Book). After doing a little researching I found the poem, and it's quite inspirational. It was enough to lift me out of the morose spirit I have forced myself into today. AND on top of that I found an amazing image I am going to have to have. It needs to hang in my home. No joke. This girl graduated from college the same year I did, I need to track her down, tell her she is way talented, and buy this print from her. I have to.

I know, I know it is a little difficult to read, which is why I am providing you a copy of the poem, word for word right here:


If you can keep you head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master,
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Just wonderful! And not to mention the typography in that print. That is a long poem. Therefore that is a daunting task that was not easy. I don't even want to think about the technical aspect of that piece. I also appreciate the pink, it helps to break up such a text heavy piece. It gives the eye somewhat of a rest. It's beautiful and once again, I have to have it!!

There you go, just a little pick me up and some inspiration. Oh and if you have never heard that song before, download it! You are in for a treat!

{image cred: Trysten Ursula Coblenz}

Punctuate away,


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