Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for September 14, 2015
September 07, 2015
September 21, 2015
Transcript:
All the world’s a stage WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE All the world’s a stage… …and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances… And one man in his time plays many parts, HIS ACTS BEING SEVEN AGES. At frist the INFANT, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then, the whining SCHOOL-BOY with his satchel… …and shining morning face… …creeping like snail… …unwillingly to school. And then the lover… …sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad… …made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then, a SOLDIER… …full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard… …jealous in honour… …sudden, and quick in quarrel… …seeking the bubble reputation… …even in the cannon’s mouth. And then, THE JUSTICE… …in fair round belly, with a good capon lined… …with eyes severe… …and beard of formal cut… …full of wise saws, and modern instances… SAVE OUR LAND STOP FRACKING …and so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts into the lean and slippered PANTALOON… …with spectacles on nose and pouch on side… …his youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide… …for his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice… …turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history… ZZZ …is second childishness and MERE OBLIVION… …sans teeth… …sans eyes… …sans taste… …sans EVERYTHING. As You Like It Act II, Scene VII
Rocky Premium Member about 9 years ago
Beautiful…
Kind&Kinder about 9 years ago
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1
Shakespeare, the great Existentialist. Profound observations clothed in majestic poetry. Still the best even 400 years after he shuffled off this mortal coil.
Olddog1 about 9 years ago
Our old friend Touchstone, against whom the other characters can be measured and judged.
Sojourn about 9 years ago
all very true ;)
Chrystos B Minot Premium Member about 9 years ago
OMG – Magnificent. Brings tears to my eyes, Gavin.
- Before breakfast yet.Poignant commentaries on generations, aging, fracking, seasons of life, cycles of life. With a compassionate ending. You just keep growing.Keep up the good work, honorable friend.LoveBritTV Premium Member about 9 years ago
Beautiful artwork! Even without the script this would’ve brought tears to my eyes. Thank you Gavin.
Masterdrail about 9 years ago
@Kind&Kinder No truer words can be said about him. A poet far ahead of his years.
Petemejia77 about 9 years ago
Jeff0811 about 9 years ago
I’m kind of like the guy sleeping with the baby, although I would like to think I still have a somewhat youthful hose.
Vet Premium Member about 9 years ago
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended……..Puck…..A Mid Summer Nights Dream.
gammaguy about 9 years ago
Honor to Shakespeare, but actors don’t all get the same parts.
Simon_Jester about 9 years ago
In his great book ‘Atlantic’, author Simon Winchester used Shakespeare’s seven ages of man as an analogy for the natural history of the Atlantic Ocean, past, present and future.
Liam Astle Premium Member about 9 years ago
Did that guy’s mother die?