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Loneliest Highway   Leave a comment

US 50 (1 of 1)-15-72“Loneliest Highway,” US 50 In Nevada — Image by kenne

“Nothing is more real than nothing.”

— Samuel Beckett 

Maintaining Sanity   3 comments

Tom Turner 2-Edit-1-72Tom Turner, a Rainy Day on the Seattle Waterfront (June, 2000) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

(These quotes were among Tom’s handwritten notes.)

“A person becomes a writer because they’re deficient. They have problems. They’re crazy. They have unhappy families. They’re eccentric. And not because they’ve read a lot of books necessarily, but on the contrary — maybe they haven’t read enough books. There’s a strong irrationality about the writing life. Often a writer writes just to maintain their sanity. The way an addict needs to perform a certain ritual of mainlining, a writer kind of has to do it in order to keep his or her head on straight.”

— Paul Theroux

“The whole content of my being shrieks in contradiction against itself.”

— Kierkegaard 

Sabino Dam, January 2020   Leave a comment

Sabino Damin the Winter-72.jpgSabino Dam, January 2020 — Image by kenne

A crown of gold
over water flowing
from recent snow
melting on Mt. Lemmon.

Down by the creek banks
water a fading red residue
from the leaves of fall now
under the mountain snow.

Now and then
pieces of the crown
slowly begin to fall
leaving a nakedness.

Alone a trail above the dam
visitors walk near the water
drawn by nature’s presence
exchanging moment mysteries.

— kenne

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, “BIG D”   4 comments

KenneDavid&Dad-2020-72.jpgHappy #45 Birthday, “Big D”

 

Posted January 1, 2020 by kenneturner in Existential Moment, Information, Kenne David

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Twilight On The Mountain   Leave a comment

Mt Lemmon Cabins (1 of 1)-3-Edit-4-art-72Mountain Cabin — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Night, and I travelling.
An open door by the wayside,
Throwing out a shaft of warm yellow light.
A whiff of peat-smoke;
A gleam of delf on the dresser within;
A woman’s voice crooning, as if to a child.
I pass on into the darkness.

— Joseph Campbell

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