Turkey Vulture Near Tanque Verde Wash — Grunge Art by kenne
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Tanque Verde Grunge 1 comment
Cooper’s Hawk On Black Tree 2 comments
Cooper’s Hawk On Black Tree– Grunge Composition by kenne
All night black tree
shapes wrestled their dark
angels or assailants; the deep woods
wracked by shattering, cracking;
then rain drove straight
sheets like a wave’s crash
wrenching leaves and birds’ nests
from the branch, battering
grain flat in the fields;
mice, rabbits in their burrows
drowned.
At first dawn, soft
mists down the valley rise till
light strikes, enamelling
each emerald green leaf
splattered clean.
— from “Summer Sequence” by W. D. Snodgrass
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Dragonfly Grange ‘n’ 3 comments
Dragonfly Grange ‘n’ — Image by kenne
This is my envoy to nothing
where I say Go, little poem —
not out into the world of stranger’s eyes,
but off to some airy limbo,
home to lost epics,
unremembered names,
and fugitive dreams
such as the one I had last night,
which, like a fantastic city in pencil,
erased itself
in the bright morning air
just as I was waking up.
— from “Lines Lost Among Trees” by Billy Collins
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Pit Stop — Image by kenne
Through the branches
hesitant,
went a maiden
who was life.
Through the branches
hesitant,
she caught the day’s reflection
in a little mirror:
the glow of her limpid brow.
Through the branches
hesitant.
Over the shadows
she went astray,
weeping dewdrops,
the captive of time.
Through the branches
hesitant.
— “Captive” by Federico Garcia Lorca
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Grunge Art Landscape — Now And In The Past Waiting For The Future Leave a comment
Grunge Art Landscape by kenne
“The philosophy of the populists was that you can’t have political democracy if you don’t have economic democracy. Justice Brandeis put it plainly: ‘You can have democracy in this country or you can have great wealth concentrated in the hands of a few, but you can’t have both.’ When I get a chance, I go out and talk about this thing, write about it, and preach about it.”
Merle Hansen, 74 (Newman Grove, Nebraska)
— from “Coming of Age – The Story of Our Century By Those Who’ve Lived It” by Studs Terkel
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Rejoice In Life For Its Own Sake 1 comment
Spreading Dogbane (Apocynum androsaemifolium) — Grunge Composition by kenne
“Its object of desire being infinite,
art’s movement will never cease
to be carried perpetually forward,
for it will never discover
a limit to what it seeks.”
— Saint Gregory of Nyassa
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Large Boulders Along The Lemmon Rock Trail 1 comment
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Large Boulders at Wilderness Rock on Mt. Lemmon — Grunge art by kenne
“I like to collect rocks. The history of the earth is there. Finer forms are in the quarry than ever Michelangelo evoked. I think it’s a quote from somewhere. As an old person, when I look at young people it charges me. Here, in effect, is a quarry. Something within this stone can be shaped. It’s in somebody’s imagination.”
David Brower, 79 (San Francisco, California)
— from “Coming of age – The Story of Our Century by Those Who’ve Lived It” by Studs Terkel
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Vancouver Skyline (Photo Image from August, 2009) — Grunge Art by kenne
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
— from “Song of the Open Road” by Walt Whitman
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The Raven Calls 3 comments
The Raven Calls — Grunge Composition by kenne
let me tell you
hell is built
piece by piece
brick by brick
around
you.
it’s a gradual,
not a rapid
process.
we build our
own
inferno,
blame
others.
but hell is
hell.
wordly hell is
hell.
my hell and
your
hell.
our
hell.
hell, hell,
hell.
the song of
hell.
putting your
shoes on
in the
morning,
hell.
— Charles Bukowski
Grunge Composition by kenne
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Sunset On Blackett’s Ridge 4 comments
Sunset on Blackett’s Ridge Above Sabino Canyon — Grunge Composition by kenne
I love studying the mountains at sunset,
something about the contrast
as the shadows push away the light —
something about the pace of change
as darkness moves across the landscape
bringing an eerie vibe to it,
casting a grunge dimension of
powerful frightening emotions.
— kenne
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Grunge ‘n’ Around — Two-tailed Swallowtail 1 comment
Two-tailed Swallowtail, Just Grunge ‘n’ — Grunge Composition by kenne
You might cross your burning deserts
You might walk your path alone
And a sudden storm may blind you
Shake your spirit to the bone
Seeking shelter for a weary heart
A place to rest, a place to hide
Then somewhere down your troubled road
You find a place where love abides
— from “Love Abides” by Tom Russell
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“Night Glow” Computer Art by kenne
Hot Sierra morning.
Brenda working in another room.
Rumble of heavy equipment in the meadow,
bird squall. Steller’s jay, and then
the piercing three-note whistle of a robin.
They’re mating now. Otherwise they’re mute.
Mother-ing. Or Mother-song.
Mother-song-song-song.
— from My Mother’s Nipples by Robert Hass
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In Tijuana
they said Juárez
was the pueblo where old
whores went to die, where
25 cent bought flesh
by the river, no
body loved you,Sister —
so close to Texas
so far from
Revolución.
— from “Siege Communiqué” by Luis Alberto Urrea
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Sleepy Orange Grunge Art 2 comments
Sleepy Orange Butterfly on a Cholla Cactus Blossom — Grunge Art by kenne
Meaning and value in art
comes from the end result
being different from any other.
— kenne
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Joy and Friends — Grunge Art by kenne
Dasein
For the moment
a tolerable relationship
is established
by being there — Dasein.
It is the moment
the camera captures
and actualized in art
through thought and expression.
The form of the image
is empty without
the spirit that lives in it —
art projects the spirit.
Seeking suitable form never ends
with and achievement —
each moment formulates new meaning,
a process not lost in each formation.
What appears in the moment
only asks the questions,
the process provides the answers
by the free spirit seeking form.
The real image
is receptive to reality,
the actualized image
seeks a more suitable form.
— kenne
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The very essence of the creative is its novelty,
and hence we have no standard by which to judge it.
— Carl Rogers
