Moe Hansum Band @ Ken & Mary’s Blues Project — The Last Waltz, 2017 Part I   Leave a comment

The blues is life itself.

— Billy Gibbons

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. . . to testify against you.   1 comment

Bottlebrush-1489 blogBottlebrush — Image by kenne

“When you call me close to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want to summon the eyes
and hidden mouths
of stone and light and water
to testify against you.”

— Leonard Cohen

Tanuri Ridge Beauty   Leave a comment

Cactus Blossom-1496 art blogTanuri Ridge Beauty — Computer Art by kenne

A cactus blossom 
greeting
early morning
walkers
as the sun rises
casting
long shadows
across
the Catalinas,
opening
not as a rose
lasting
for days
providing only
one brief moment
passing by
I share the
moment.

— kenne

 

Wild Women   1 comment

Dayflower-8524-art blogDay Flower — Computer Art by kenne

Wild women and

wildflowers

turned on

by red and blue

each not for

plucking

only looking —

do not fear

roaming eyes.

— kenne

Sonoran Desert Sunrise   Leave a comment

Giffords OfficeSonoran Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne

The many will follow the beaten track
With guideposts on the way.
They live and have lived for ages back
With a chart for every day.
Someone has told them it’s safe to go
On the road he has traveled o’er,
And all that they ever strive to know
Are the things that were known before.

— from “The Things That Haven’t Been Done Before” by Edgar Guest

Ah You Foes That In Conflict Have Overcome Me   Leave a comment

Today would have been brother Tom’s 75th birthday — we miss him very, very much!

kenne

Becoming is Superior to Being

Tom Turner 2_edit B-W blogTom Turner (Seattle, June 12, 2000) — Image by kenne

         Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats

Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
(For what is my life or any man’s life but a conflict with foes,
    the old, the incessant war?)
You degredations, you tussle with passions and appetites,
You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the
    sharpest of all!)
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses,
You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of
    any;)
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother’d
    ennuis!
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come
    forth,
It shall yet march forth o’ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.

— Walt Whitman

Tom sent this Whitman poem to me the day before my 65th birthday —…

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Springtime In Catalina State Park   Leave a comment

Southerland Trail-02 blogCatalina State Park — Image by kenne

Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early, or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

— from The Honest Man’s Fortune by John Fletcher

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