Barn Owl — Grunge Art by kenne
— Pope Paul VI
Grunge Art by kenne
Human Misery
The clock that strikes five before the sun –
A dark horror grips lonely people,
In the evening-garden bleak trees swish,
The dead one’s countenance stirs at the window.
Perhaps this hour stands still.
Before dull eyes blue images flutter
To the rhythm of the ships, which rock in the river.
At the wharf a row of nuns blows by.
Pale and blind girls play in the hazel bush,
Like lovers, who embrace in sleep.
Perhaps flies sing around a carcass there,
Perhaps also a child weeps in the mother’s lap.
From hands asters sink blue and red,
The youth’s mouth slips away strange and wise;
And eyelids flutter fear-confused and quiet;
Through fevered blackness a scent of bread blows.
It seems one also hears horrible screaming;
Bones shimmer through decayed walls.
An evil heart laughs loudly in beautiful rooms;
A dog runs past a dreamer.
An empty coffin gets lost in the darkness.
A room wants to light up palely for the murderer,
Meanwhile, lanterns are smashed in the night’s storm.
Laurel adorns the noble one’s white temple.
— Georg Trakl
Hotel St. Michael Window (Prescott, Arizona) — Computer Painting by kenne
Window Facing Mine
I look at the window across from my window
seeing nothing inside the hotel walls,
yet I wonder what’s going on in there?
Is somebody or something in there
looking back at me from deep inside
the room with the half-pulled curtain?
I’ve been told of ghosts living here
but I don’t believe in shadows that
move in dark spaces of dark rooms.
Yet, I find myself asking questions
of something I don’t believe — maybe
it’s because I do believe in the shadows.
How many times have I said,
“Only the shadow knows?”
Is it a belief or just an expression?
Ah, those old radio shows have a way
of coming back to haunt me, like brain
droppings making noise when stepped on
as I back away from my window
wondering if I should partially close
the curtains adding to the mystery.
. . . but then, only the shadow knows.
kenne
Arcosanti Visitors Center — High Contrast image by kenne
(Click on any of the images below to see larger views in a slideshow format.)
In some ways, Paolo Soleri’s urban lab experiment, Arcosanti, is a storybook castle in the desert, reflecting both reality and fantasy. One might argue that is what all art is. For Soleri, “We must redefine the American Dream before we can rebuild the infrastructure on which it is based.” (Arcology)
— kenne
Images by kenne
We are all miniature systems of infinite complexity, fantastically well organized.
We should see the city as an inner environment, rather than an outer one.
We are creating a new animal, with thousands of minds, serviced by thousands of brains.
— Paolo Soleri
Blooming Century Plant (Agave) — Computer Painting by kenne
Agave Cactus
You don’t squeeze tequila
from a pumped up, rubbery leaf.
Nothing is easy in Mexico,
and everything takes time,
patience, muscle. Hacking
and digging and hacking
and a deep pit and fire
and time and time and time.
I lose time, forget it at
the other end of the tequila,
but left to me, that cactus
would still be standing there
on the Sonora Desert undisturbed.
— Carol Hamilton
Blooming Century Plant (Agave) — Computer Painting by kenne
Sonoran Monsoon Season
The monsoon season is here.
Triple digit temperatures,
with cool mornings and
daylight at 5:00 a.m. —
perfect for a morning run,
as the sun rises casting
long shadows and silhouettes
of white-winged doves atop
the giant saguaro cactus.
Many years ago we
took a risk on love,
then seven years ago
we took a risk on life and
moved to the Sonora Desert.
Many thought we were crazy,
maybe we were at the time,
after all, what is life
without some risk.
Seven years of desert monsoons
have brought us closer to nature,
now more connected to life
we appreciate each day
and the opportunities
to continue taking risks,
increasing our capacity
to live life in unsuspected and
unpredictable ways.
— kenne
Arcosanti, Paolo Soleri Bells (June 7, 2017) Images by kenne
It is only logical that the pauperization of our soul and
the soul of society coincide with the pauperization of the environment.
One is the cause and the reflection of the other.
