First posted on August 18, 2016, this photo-artistry piece is a favorite of a common swallowtail butterfly on a Mexican Bird of Paradice blossom.– kenne
Artist Painting In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In The Beauty Created By Others
Only in the beauty created by others is their consolation, in the music of others and in others’ poems. Only others save us, even through solitude tastes like opium. The others are not hell, if you see them early, with their foreheads pure, cleansed by dreams. That is why I wonder what word should be used, “he’ or “you.” Every “he” is a betrayal of a certain “you” but in return someone else’s poem offers the fidelity of a sober dialogue.
Let us have madness openly. 0 men Of my generation. Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered age: See it trail across Time’s dim land Into the closed house of eternity With the noise that dying has, With the face that dead things wear– nor ever say We wanted more; we looked to find An open door, an utter deed of love, Transforming day’s evil darkness; but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth, and within the head A rotting bog of lean huge graves.
Poetry summons us to life, to courage in the face of the growing shadow. Can you gaze calmly at the Earth like the perfect astronaut?
Our of harmless indolence, the Greece of books, and the Jerusalem of memory there suddenly appears the island of a poem, unpeopled; some new Cook will discover it one day.
Butterfly and Flower Art — Computer Art by kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 