Head-dibs

“In a world lit only by fire A long train of flares Under piercing stars I stand watching the steam-liners roll by The caravan thunders onward To the distant dream of the city The caravan carries me onward On my way at last, on my way at last . . . I can't stop thinking big” —————— “Caravan” by Rush Songwriters: Alex Lifeson / Geddy Lee / Neil Elwood Peart

  “The arrow flies while you breathe The hours tick away, the cells tick away The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve The hours tick away, they tick away The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect So hard to earn, so easily burned . . .   The future disappears into memory With only a moment between Forever dwells in that moment Hope is what remains to be seen.” —————— “The Garden” by Rush.  Songwriters: Alex Lifeson / Geddy Lee / Neil Elwood Peart

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  Tseng-tzu said: “Thrice daily I ask myself: ‘Have I been unfaithful in dealing for others? Have I been untrue to friends? Do I practise what I preach?’” (Confucius)

Things to do today: 1) ponder the error of your ways; 2) take a moment to dance a little; 3) have a snack; 4) enjoy a makeover (if applicable); 5) be specific when describing the ruckus. 6) Don’t forget about me.

  “I HAVE, alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence too, And to my cost Theology, With ardent labour, studied through.   And here I stand, with all my lore,   Poor fool, no wiser than before.”  (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832). Part I. Faust)

“Every man is two men; one is awake in the darkness, the other asleep in the light.” – Kahlil Gibran

  “Sacred to Vulcan’s name, an isle there lay, Betwixt Sicilia’s coasts and Lipare,   Rais’d high on smoking rocks; and, deep below, In hollow caves the fires of Ætna glow.   The Cyclops here their heavy hammers deal;   Loud strokes, and hissings of tormented steel,   Are heard around; the boiling waters roar, And smoky flames thro’ fuming tunnels soar.” —Vergil (70 B.C.–19 B.C.).    Æneid.

  “How much better to heal than seek revenge from injury. Vengeance wastes a lot of time and exposes you to many more injuries than the first that sparked it. Anger always outlasts hurt. Best to take the opposite course. Would anyone think it normal to return a kick to a mule or a bite to a dog?” SENECA, ON ANGER , 3.27.2   “The best way to avenge yourself is to not be like that.” MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS , 6.6

  “We often make judgments about other people. We call one person kind, the other stupid, the third evil, the fourth clever. But we should not do so. A man changes constantly; he flows like a river, and every new day he differs from what he was before. He was stupid and became clever; he was evil and became kind at heart; and so on. You cannot judge another person. The moment you blame him, he becomes someone different.” (Leo Tolstoy)

“60 ton angel falls to the earth A pile of old metal, radiant blur . . . “ (“Trains” by Porcupine Tree, 2002)

  “. . . and Galahad, with the strange girdles, drew his sword, and smote on the right hand and on the left hand, and slew what that ever abode him, and did such marvels that there was none that saw him but weened he had been none earthly man, but a monster.” (The Holy Grail from the Book of King Arthur By Sir Thomas Malory, 1485)

  “THE CASTLE of the Unnamed was commandingly situated over a dark and narrow valley, on the summit of a cliff projecting from a rugged ridge of hills, whether united to them or separated from them it is difficult to say, by a mass of crags and rocks, and by a boundary of caverns and abrupt precipices, both flanking it and on the rear. The side which overlooked the valley was the only accessible one; rather a steep acclivity, certainly, but even and unbroken: the summit was used for pasturage, while the lower grounds were cultivated, and scattered here and there with habitations. The bottom was a bed of large stones, the channel, according to the season, of either a rivulet or a noisy torrent, which at that time formed the boundary of the two states. The opposite ridges, forming, so to speak, the other wall of the valley, had a small cultivated tract, gently inclining from the base; the rest was covered with crags, stones, and abrupt risings, untrodden, and destitute of vegetation,...

  “The world globes itself in a drop of dew.” Ralph Waldo Emerson. (1803–1882).  “Essays and English Traits.”

CLEREMONT: HERE’S no lords nor ladies.   DION.  Credit me, gentlemen, I wonder at it. They receiv’d strict charge from the King to attend here; besides, it was boldly published that no officer should forbid any gentleman that desired to attend and hear. Beaumont and Fletcher, “Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding” (1608) ————————- “In the days when contact with the theatre meant exile from the best society, Beaumont and Fletcher, men from good families, dared to ally themselves with the stage as playwrights. ‘Philaster’ won them immortal praise.” (Editor, Harvard Classics)

  “Good manners is the art of making those people easy with whom we converse. Whoever makes the fewest persons uneasy is the best bred in the company.” Jonathan Swift (1667-1745), “A Treatise on Good Manners and Good Breeding.” 

  “The next day being Sunday, after washing and clearing decks, and getting breakfast, the mate came forward with leave for one watch to go ashore, on liberty. We drew lots, and it fell to the larboard, which I was in. Instantly all was preparation. Buckets of fresh water, (which we were allowed in port,) and soap, were put in use; go-ashore jackets and trowsers got out and brushed; pumps, neckerchiefs, and hats overhauled; one lending to another; so that among the whole each one got a good fit-out. A boat was called to pull the “liberty men” ashore, and we sat down in the stern sheets, “as big as pay passengers,” and jumping ashore, set out on our walk for the town, which was nearly three miles off.” “Two Years Before the Mast”, Chapter 16, “Liberty Day On Shore”, by Richard Henry Dana, Jr. (1840)

  “No spring nor summer-beauty has such grace,  As I have seen in an autumnal face.  Of the latter he says,  In all her words to every hearer fit,  You may at revels, or at council sit.” John Donne, writing on the beauty of Magdalen Newport, the youngest daughter of Sir Richard, mother of poet George Herbert, in the early 1600’s

 Today begins a new series of posts featuring quotes or passages from classic literature accompanied by original art created on my iPhone with the Wombo Art app. I hope to capture the theme of what I’m reading, so each  pic is based on the quote or passage. I hope you enjoy! ——— “His taste for books is a little too just for the age he lives in; he has read all, but approves of very few. His familiarity with the customs, manners, actions, and writings of the ancients, makes him a very delicate observer of what occurs to him in the present world.”  (Sir Richard Steele, “The Spectator’s Club” Published in “The Spectator,” March 1, 1711.)

 This is the last one in this journal art series! Stay tuned for a new series starting tomorrow with unique art created with A using my iPhone. Each piece is inspired by a selection from classic literature.

 Really enjoyed this one!

 

 

 

 

 “It’ll be fun,” he said.

 

 

  “Old Winter back to the savage hills Withdraweth his force, decrepid now.”—Johann Wolfgang con Goethe, “The Tragedy of Faust” (1790)