"This land of God cannot be for some a land of life
and for others
a land of death, exclusion, occupation or
- Archbishop Michel
Patriarch Emeritus of Jerusalem
RIGHT OF RETURN'
Since 1948 . . .
Since 1993 . . .
"Knock on Roof . . ."
AT DUSK: Medical Quietus*
"Death; anything that serves to squash, eliminate or kill" - Oxford
(See also quote at end of page from Shakespeare's
"5 Minutes" to Exodus
AT DAWN: Medical Quietus
The Global Community's Quietus & Complicity
poet, writer, artist
"Dom Martin has a special technique of expressing whatever lies deepest
in the human soul, and what is more important, of the terrible and eternal
problem of our presence as humanbeings in this vale of tears.
His seriousness is undoubtedly, one of the greatest -- if not the greatest
ethos of his art. The man lives and reacts through what is true, or to
whatever appears to him to be true, and what he executes is his truth.
Hence, the intense reality of an expression of art which it appears to me
is not very common . . . "
- Dr. Luis Gaspar
November 27, 1978
Permission to copy and
share the artwork on this site has been graciously granted by artist Dom
To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them? . . . .
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his
Quietus make . . .
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveler returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. . .
-Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1