Chinese Restaurant - 1963

 Special Trip to a   Chinese Restaurant 

 Personal Stories 
 In 1963 there were no Chinese restaurants in Chapel Hill NC
 where I was going to college at UNC, so we drove to Durham 
(Image processed from a photograph at commons.wikimedia.org)

  At a Chinese restaurant  

 the waitress 

 tells me 

 I think too much 

 but 

 I am 

 looking 

 out the window 

Lyrics To A Song Yet To Be Sung

 WHEN I HIT THE GROUND 

By Rick Doble

For Drew Wright

Based on the story of his accident that Drew told me

Lyrics to a song that has yet to have music

 I was flying 

 then falling 

 dream time 

 slow motion 

 and I won't come down 

 'til I hit the ground 

 Looking across the sky 

 surefooted at the top  

 I fell 

 floating by 

 each story I'd built 

 thinking of you 

 our boys 

 the stories left to tell 

 Life passed me by 

 in the blink of an eye 

 Woke up 

 heard people talking 

 could not move my lips 

 feet frozen 

 darkness all around 

 I was flying 

 then falling 

 dream time 

 slow motion 

 and I won't come down 

 'til I hit the ground 

 One day 

 I wiggled a toe 

 and tears fell 

 in the daylight and the dawn 

 I was flying 

 then falling 

 dream time 

 slow motion 

 and I won't come down 

 'til I hit the ground 

 I've seen life fly by 

 in the blink of an eye 

 I've seen it sit in a chair 

 stone still 

 Now I walk and stand and sing 

 simple things for you 

 are a blessing for me 

 I was flying 

 then falling 

 dream time 

 slow motion 

 and I won't come down 

 'til I hit the ground 

The Power of Great Art

 The Power of Great Art 

 A work of art is great 

 because 

 it is compelling 

 1786, London. Macbeth & Lady Macbeth in Shakespeare's Macbeth

 But not because 

 it has a clear meaning -- 

1858, London. Historically accurate costumes for performances of
Macbeth & Lady Macbeth in Shakespeare's Macbeth

 Since it is often understood 

 differently 

 by other cultures 

 and other generations 

1933, Poland. Pastel drawing of
Macbeth & Lady Macbeth in Shakespeare's Macbeth

Read about this idea in more detail at my other blog
DeconstructingTime:
Why Great Art Is Great
http://deconstructingtime.blogspot.com/2016/02/why-great-art-is-great-using.html

Macbeth: Life's but a walking shadow

Life's But A Walking Shadow
 From Shakespeare's Macbeth, Act V, Scene V
Speech by Macbeth

Animation, research & design by Rick Doble.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. 

Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Earth Day 2016, April 22

             
   Earth Day 2016   
             

Text, design & research by Rick Doble. All images are from commons.wikimedia.org unless otherwise noted.

 We 

  only  

    have    

     1     

     Earth     

 Don't 

   throw   

     it     

       away       

No society has ever yet been able to handle the temptations of technology...
We have to learn to cherish this Earth and cherish it as something that's fragile, that's only one, it's all we have. We have to use our scientific knowledge to correct the dangers that have come from science and technology.
Margaret Mead

These Worlds: Words of the God Krishna from The Upanishads

  THESE WORLDS  

Words spoken by the god Lord Krishna

from The Upanishads

2 translations
 Text, design & research by Rick Doble. All images are from commons.wikimedia.org unless otherwise noted.

 If I did not work 

  these worlds 

 would perish 

 OR 

 These worlds 

 would crumble 

 if I did not act 

APRIL is the cruellest month by TS Eliot

 APRIL is the cruellest month 

From TS Eliot's The Waste Land 

Text, design & research by Rick Doble. All images are from commons.wikimedia.org unless otherwise noted.

 APRIL is the cruellest month, 

 breeding 

 Lilacs out of the dead land, 

 mixing 
 Memory and desire