Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Category

So the shortest day came . . .   3 comments

Solstice Sunset — Image by kenne

So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us—Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!

— Susan Cooper

The Shortest Day   Leave a comment

Hunters in the Snow– painting by Pieter Bruegel the Eider

As we experience the shortest day of the year, Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s painting, “Hunters in the Snow,” is an almost perfect picture of the contrasting scenes we experience this time of year, depicting isolation and melancholy producing a sense that we are being pulled into a silent landscape where the deep drifts of snow where you can “feel the cold and sense the audible dullness as the landscape sucks the sound from every little human vignette.” 

His paintings are beautiful because his compositions make one of the opposites, based on Eli Siegel’s principle of aesthetic realism: “All beauty is a making one of opposites, and the making of one of the opposites is what we are going after in ourselves.”

opposites are one

composing yesteryear’s coldness

stretching through time

standing still in the moment
 

searching the unrestricted

working with opposites

reassuring in sameness
 

emphasizing divergence

promising order

pleasing to self

— kenne

Canyon Trail   Leave a comment

Phoneline Trail In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

the phoneline trail
where hikers experience
a path from the past

— kenne

Drawing In The Sand   2 comments

Drawing In The Sand — Image by kenne

He draws in the sand

She watches the tide

Soon to wash away

Leaving behind a surface

Ready for another day.

— kenne

Dragonfly Art   2 comments

Red-veined Darter Dragonfly– Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life,
the clearer we should see through it.”

― Jean-Paul Sartre

Wilderness of Rocks Trail   3 comments

Wilderness of Rocks Trail In the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

“One recognizes one’s course by discovering the paths that stray from it.”

– Albert Camus

 

Shelter In The Storm   1 comment

Shelter In The Storm — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Cabin abandoned

Hikers aware of a storm

Seeking some shelter.

— kenne

David Hidalgo – Cortez The Killer   Leave a comment

David Hidalgo, Los Lobos Guitarist — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Cortez the Killer
 
He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for a new world
A palace in the sun
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his cocoa leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
The secrets of the worlds
Oh, and his subjects gathered round him
Like leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on
 
Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones
They carried them to the flat-lands
And they died along the way
They built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t build today
And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I can still remember when
Or how I lost my way
 
Cortez, Cortez
He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
 
Came dancing across the water
 
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
 
— Neil Young
 
 

The Great Chris Duarte   1 comment

Chris Duarte at the Cactus Moon, Humble, Texas (January 2003) — Images by kenne

When it comes to Blues/Rock guitar players, Texas has produced some of the best.
I saw Chris live several times in the late ’90s and early ’00s, and each time his
performance
drained me. He is very intense and emotional — literally mindblowing.

— kenne

Female Phainopepla Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Female Phainopepla — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I look at the bird and only slowly over the years see it /

who has seen me from the first”

— from Hen Harrier Poems by Colin Simms

 

Somewhere In Our Past   Leave a comment

Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!

We are not alone.
The world is changing,
and we  are part of that transformation.
The angels guide and protect us.

— Paulo Coelho

AI Wasteland   Leave a comment

 Human Condition — Abstract Art by kenne

We are doomed
if we can meet
only by Zoom

spending each day
looking at some device
sighing in dismay

being told to stand
from a heart alert
in this AI wasteland.

— kenne

Staggerlee Wonders   1 comment

Abstract Art by kenne

I always wonder
what they think the niggers are doing
while they, the pink and alabaster pragmatists,
are containing
Russia
and defining and re-defining and re-aligning
China,
nobly restraining themselves, meanwhile,
from blowing up that earth
which they have already
blasphemed into dung:
the gentle, wide-eyed, cheerful
ladies, and their men,
nostalgic for the noble cause of Vietnam,
nostalgic for noble causes,
aching, nobly, to wade through the blood of savages—
ah—!
Uncas shall never leave the reservation,
except to purchase whisky at the State Liquor Store.
The Panama Canal shall remain forever locked:
there is a way around every treaty.
We will turn the tides of the restless
Caribbean,
the sun will rise, and set
on our hotel balconies as we see fit.
The natives will have nothing to complain about,
indeed, they will begin to be grateful,
will be better off than ever before.
They will learn to defer gratification
and save up for things, like we do.

Oh, yes. They will.
We have only to make an offer
they cannot refuse.

(Click here to read the complete poem.)

— from Staggerlee wonders by James Baldwin

A Van Gogh Effect Abstract   Leave a comment

“Angel in the Vortex” (2006) — Van Gogh Effect Abstract by kenne

We buy books because we believe we’re buying the time to read them.

— Warren Zevon

 

Fall Shadows On The Mountain   Leave a comment

Fall Shadows On The Mountain — Image by kenne

What would shadows be without light?

What would light be without shadows?

So much of what existence  is all about,

One can not exist do without the other.

— kenne

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