Archive for the ‘Grunge Art’ Category
“The Big Squeeze” — Saguaro Cactus Between Two Boulders Image by kenne
The Big Squeeze
Often looks are deceiving —
Wedged between two boulders
The saguaro has grown
Over several years
protected by the big squeeze.
— kenne
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Skipper Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.”
― Alan W. Watts
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Northern Mockingbird or is it a Curve-billed Thrasher? — Grunge Art by kenne
You will find a lot of birds
and bird watchers in Sabino canyon.
Some observed recently:
Cooper’s hawk
mourning dove
greater roadrunner
Anna’s hummingbird
gila woodpecker
American kestrel
Cassin’s vireo
common raven
verdin
rock wren
canyon wren
house wren
cactus wren
black-tailed gnatcatcher
ruby-crowned kinglet
western bluebird
hermit thrush
curve-billed thrasher
northern mockingbird
phainopepla
orange-crowned warbler
black-throated wray warbler
black-throated sparrow
Abert’s towhee
western tanager
northern cardinal
house finch
I’m not a birder
but I can see
and hear
the birds around me.
I depend on
the knowledge
and discipline
of others
to identify
what I see and hear.
sometimes I identify
birds in my photographies
sometimes I’m wrong —
save a bird,
photograph them.
— kenne
(Bird list source: Jean Hengesbaugh)
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Cooper’s Hawk — Grunge Art by kenne
Perched high in the tree
Eyes pierce your very being —
Lasting impression.
— kenne
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Cactus Wren — Grunge Art by kenne
Today’s cactus wren
Tomorrow’s painting subject —
Latest perspective.
— kenne
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Computer Art by kenne
Decoding Poetry
Poetry, what is it?
Is it not all things —
Feeling?
Thoughts?
Ideas?
Wisdom?
Beauty?
Music?
Art?
In human existence?
Is it not all things —
Love?
Hate?
Despair?
Fear?
Greed?
Charity?
Of human experience?
Yet, some claim
the words of poetry,
as if anointed
announcing to the world,
“I know the code!”
Poetry is not code,
allowing entrance
only to a few
fettered and packaged
for the scholarly.
In the end,
there is no right
or wrong answer —
poetry is like dancing,
if it feels good,
do it!
— kenne
I wrote this poem, March 2009. Having been part of a literary group that took pride in being a part of the
academic establishment. I love poetry. I write poetry. But I take pride in not being a part of the traditional literary establishment, having never taken formal writing classes, preferring to stay in
isolation — untrained.
Through the blogosphere, I share my unpolished poetry with other digital poets. A world where I can do so without “gatekeepers.” Many blogosphere poets, having gotten a taste of writing and sharing poetry, move on into the literary establishment seeking formal training in the academy while networking their digital world.
Many digital poets may not be winning awards but are becoming recognized by thousands of people around the globe. Poetry has become viral — yes, viral. So much so that today’s NY Times (November 8, 2015) has a front-page article, “Web Poet’s Society: New Breed Succeeds in Taking Verse Viral.” Those of us who have been writing and blogging for some time are not in the least bit surprised. Who said poetry was dead?
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Goldeneye In Pima Canyon — Grunge Art by kenne
My mountains,
Santa Catalina, one
of the Sonoran Desert’s
sky islands, presenting
a life zone tour
of desert,
grasslands,
oat woodlands,
and pine forest
where climate diversity
is equal to a drive
from Mexico to Canada,
with panorama views
of surrounding Sky Islands —
where less becomes more.
— kenne
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Grunge Art Desert Landscape — Image by kenne
“Beyond the wall of the unreal city … there is another world waiting for you. It is the old true world of the deserts, the mountains, the forests, the islands, the shores, the open plains. Go there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly deep within it. And then —
May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God’s dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.”
― Edward Abbey
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Water Lily — Grunge Art by kenne
“After all, works of art are always the result of one’s having been in danger,
of having gone through an experience all the way to the end,
to where no one can go any further. The further one goes, the more private,
the more personal, the more singular an experience becomes
and the thing one is making is, finally, the necessary, irrepressible,
and, as nearly as possible, definitive utterance of this singularity…”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
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Greater Roadrunner Grunge Art — Images by kenne
“Clownlike it may appear to human eyes, but the Roadrunner is a very effective predator. Its speed on foot is not just for show: it captures not only snakes and large insects, but also fast-running lizards, rodents, and various small birds. Gambel’s Quail may pay scant attention to the Roadrunner at most seasons, but they react to it violently when they have small young, and with good reason: given an opportunity, the Roadrunner will streak in to grab a bite-sized baby quail.”
—Kenn Kaufman
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“Variation On A Theme” — Grunge Art by kenne
Another version was first posted August 25, 2015.
“It is not incumbent upon you to complete the work, but neither are you at liberty to desist from it.”
— from Pirkei Avot
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Sonoran Desert Wildflower — Grunge Art by kenne
“. . . the correct path is the path of nature,
which is constantly changing,
like the dunes in the desert.”
— Paulo Coelho
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Stages — Computer Art by kenne
I see what is
and imagine ways
to make it different.
Imagination allows me
to become a maker of
a new image out of self
thereby merging the
real with the ideal —
not a difference in kind.
— kenne
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Spreading Dogbane Wildflower Grunge Art by kenne
“Instead of just recording reality,
photographs have become the norm
for the way things appear to us,
thereby changing the very idea
of reality, and of realism.”
— Susan Sontag
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