Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Category
Tom Turner in an Existential Moment — Image by kenne
“If thought corrupts language,
language can also corrupt thought.”
— George Orwell
He gazes through the
rained soaked window
into his confused mind.
Lonely in the moment
turning his head away
from my open hand.
He was not prepared
to be rejected and
broken up by life.
— kenne
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Hiking the Italian Springs Trail (April, 2012) — Image by kenne
bushed
a trail cursed
and charmed
taking a breather
in solitude
and shade
alligator junipers
mountain pines
overlooking a
big sky pass
scrambling time
and seasons
whence we came
where we went
Redington road
to the plateau
beneath Mica
mountain summit
till you get there yourself
it remains our paradise
sharing our wanderlust
in this virtual world
— kenne
(This hike was one of many I did with my old hiking buddy, Tom Markey, who passed awayAugust 17, 2022.)
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Broken Windmill Near The Hope Camp Trail — Image by kenne
There stands the remains
of a hopeless battle
watched over by
the ghost of Don Quixote.
Although the ghost whispers
are never heard,
try as I may to distinguish
between fantasy and reality,
every windmill stands in the shadow
of the ghost of Don Quixote
giving this tool of man a human spirit
leaving us to decide
which is the ideal vision –
the practical but mundane
image of a windmill,
or that of the romantic dreamer
of the impossible dream –
in the end, we all see only
what we wish to see.
— kenne
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Monument Valley — B&W Image by kenne
Monument Valley
Carefully placed over time
As if time had stopped.
— Kenne
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Horse Corral In Monument Valley — Image by kenne
Horses are the dolphins of the plains, the spirits of the wind;
yet we sit astride them for the sake of being well-groomed,
whereas they could have all the desire in the world to bolt,
but instead, they adjust their speed and grace, only to please us,
never to displease.
— Lauren Salerno
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A Son’s Dreams (Kenne David Turner Fishing On A Lake Conroe Pier In The Early 1980s) — Image by kenne
It didn’t matter
that no fish
would be caught —
only he and I knew
there is nothing
on the end
of the line,
but he can dream,
can’t he?
— kenne
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Hiking Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne
We were hiking on Blackett’s Ridge
When the view called me over
For a moment of meditation —
The existence of a beautiful view
Is to take time to stop.
— kenne
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Photo-Artistry by kenne
Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
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A Rose Can Lift the Soul — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Two days of gray skies
are not welcoming
when spring is near —
a rose can lift the soul.
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon Morning, February 28, 2023 — HDR Image by kenne
A morning walk in the desert
can be so invigorating
to the body
and the soul —
try it sometime.
— kenne
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Having a Beer in the Shade Outside the Oldest Dance Hall In Texas, Gruene Hall (June 2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Where have the days gone?
Now it’s less beer, more whiskey
Easing aches and pains.
“What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for.”
— kenne
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“Inspiration” Stained Glass Art by kenne, of kenne
“It behooves any of us who would mediate on the subject of artistic inspiration to open the doors wide into the night
and welcome into the house the spirit of inhabitable awe.” — Edward Hirsch
What can be truer than the doctrine of Inspiration?
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Francisco Goya, from The Disasters of War Series (First Edition of 1863) — National Galleries of Scotland
In 1994, Susan Sontag wrote in Transforming Vision — Writers On Art, edited by Edward Hirsch, on The Disasters of War by Francisco.
“The images are relentless, unforgiving. That is, they do not forgive us—who are merely being shown, but do not live in the house of pain.
The images tell us we have no right not to pay attention to pay attention to the crimes of this order which are taking place right now.
And the captions—mingling the voices of the murders, who think of themselves as warriors, and the lamenting artist-witness—mutter and wail.
The problem is despair. For it is not simple that this happened: Zaragoza, Chinchon, Madrid (1808-13). It is happening Vucovar,
Mostar, Srebrenica, Srebrenica, Stupni Do, Sarajevo (1991– ).” Note: The images and captions are meant to awaken, shock, rend. Yet the list of wars continues with Ukraine.
“Here in the words of some of the captions is what they show:
One cannot look at this.
This is bad.
This is how it happened.
This always happens .
There is not one to help them.
With or without reason.
He defends himself well.
He deserved it.
Bury them snd keep them quiet.
There was nothing to be done and he died.
What madness!
This is too much!
Why?
Nobody knows why.
Not in this case either.
This is worse.
Barbaria
This is the absolute worst!
It will be the same.
All this and more.
The same thing elsewhere.
Perhaps they are of another breed.
I see it.
And this too.
Truth has died.
This is the truth.”
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