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“The More It Stays The Same.”   3 comments

Old Jules-artJack “Old Jules” Purcell — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In June of 2006 Old Jules wrote on his blog So Far From Heaven “The More It Stays The Same.”

I hadn’t watched Easy Rider (Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson, circa 1968) in three decades.

When I saw it again this past weekend I appreciated it again for the first time:

Nicholson: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.

Hopper: Huh. Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened, man. Hey, we can’t even get into like, uh, second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel. You dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or something, man. They’re scared, man.

Nicholson: Oh, they’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.

Hopper: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.

Nicholson: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.

Hopper: What the hell’s wrong with freedom, man? That’s what it’s all about.

Nicholson: Oh yeah, that’s right, that’s what it’s all about, all right. But talkin’ about it and bein’ it – that’s two different things.

I mean, it’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace.

‘Course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are.

Oh yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ’em.

Hopper: Mmmm, well, that don’t make ’em runnin’ scared.

Nicholson: No, it makes ’em dangerous.

Three young men searching for America who found it wasn’t what they bargained for.

Jack

Life In These Times   Leave a comment

Rose Sunset kennePhoto-Artistry by kenne

“Nothing is important but Life. … things given full play,

or at least, they may be given full play,

when we realize that life itself,

and not inert safety, is the reason for living.”

— D. H. Lawrence 

24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home — #1   Leave a comment

Lummi & MCLACThomas R. Turner (May 23, 1942–November 13, 2014) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

This posting is the first of several I will be sharing from a long poem written by Tom
sometime around 1980 after his wife left him. Today is the fifth anniversary of his death.

24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home
(Taken from a Brooklyn Bus Route and the Title of a Blues Album.)

Standing above me in Smith's room 
Awkwardly looking down through a clipped hesitancy 
Our lives came together. 
TURNER 
With all the ambiguity that last name usage implies 
Was what she called me. 
Mannerisms of ingenuousness and a tendency toward the atypical 
Bespoke your ambiance  
                                     (Ineffably I wanted Her) 

That voice - 
Falsetto 
Laced in bursts of Peter's guffaws 
Seemed contrived with a dreamed-of authenticity.  

                                      (Your mouth, my love,the
                                       thistle in the kiss?) 

From within mutually cancelling 
Vignettes of naturalness and gender-cliche' 
She kissed through closed lips of 
Pristine openness. 
Innocently I loved. 

Through summer notes of vulnerability 
Together we embraced an entangled growth of uncertainty  

                                       (Our fictions were tempered in
                                        a painful and inward time) 

Desperate needs equivocated against ordained directions and 
Dead-end holdings of night-bakery-work. 
Even then yours wasn't other-directed but 
A need to keep the Self-absorption of your Ann Arbor soul on a 
Pedastal of conforming difference. 
Eliptically we lived in the interstices 
Between an illusion of  
Fulfillment and letters etched with 
"Know what?"

 

She Knows   Leave a comment

kennejoy2001-8-art-Edit-1-72Joy and Kenne — Photo-Artistry by kenne

get up
cover it
no prescription
will change
with time
think not
ask her
she knows

— kenne

Posted October 17, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Joy, Life, Love, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Cooper’s Hawk and Prey   1 comment

March 2019Cooper’s Hawk and Prey — Image by kenne

Returning from a morning walk my eye caught a Cooper’s Hawk flying into a nearby Mesquite tree. After closer observation, I could see the hawk had captured a mourning dove. Since the tree was near my house, I quickly grabbed my camera and began shooting. 

Predator and prey
Each seeking to win the chase
A daily event.

— kenne

 

Mountain Marigold — Photo-Artistry   2 comments

Mountain Marigold-art-blog-IIMountain Marigold on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

— Norman Cousins

Father and Sons — A Life Teaching Moment   2 comments

Sabino Creek - father & sons (1 of 1)art blogFather and Sons In Sabino Creek — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A life teaching moment.

Try On Your Lens of Celebration   1 comment

poudre-river-wildflowers-1-of-1-14-blogMy daughter Kate and grandson Kenne Jaxon — Image by kenne

Each week I get an image, like a postcard from Dewitt Jones. His images are inspiring, and his voice is my voice. So, I share his TEDx with you — enjoy. — kenne

Estste Sale   Leave a comment

Estate Sale blogEstate Sale In Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne

This morning’s jog in the neighborhood was different,
actually dangerous because of all the cars drove by
the estate sale vultures wanting to be first in line.

Disclaimer: I don’t go to flea-markets, antique shops,
garage sales or estate sales, if I can help it, so I jogged
on by as people stood in line before the opening time.

Circling on around, I caught up with Joy who,
out of curiosity had stopped by the sale now depressed
by the image of someone’s life now with a price-tag.

She got my attention when she said the sale
included a lot of cameras and equipment,
so against my better judgment, I went in.

There laid out on display as if it were a camera
funeral home, the photography life of someone
whose emotional being was now a part of me.

At the moment, I decided to not let my photography life 
be on display for those seeking a bargain on something
that would never again have the value it has for me.

— kenne

A Cloudy, Very Breezy Morning At Puerto Peñasco, Sonora   Leave a comment

Beach at Rocky Point blogThe beach along the northern edge of the Sea of Cortez (February 12, 2018) — Panorama by kenne

The sun has dissolved
behind the clouds 
as the wind 
stirs up the sand
and chills the spirit.

We have just arrived
yet it seems
like time to go.
There will be time
tomorrow to watch
morning come,
listening to the
song of sunrise.

— kenne

 

Drought Resistant   Leave a comment

Bird Feeder Kenne on DeckImage by kenne

Drought Resistant

Tomorrow early, I will go to the canyon
and take photos of the fall colors,
but today I am staying home

trying to stay warm without a fire
in the fireplace watching the birds
gathering at the feeder.

Last night I could hear a few raindrops
landing on the skylight knowing that
it won’t last, and it didn’t — this is the desert.

I am amazed how long desert plants
can survive without water, but then
that’s why they are called drought resistant.

— kenne

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Art   2 comments

Two-tailed Swallowtail-0489-2_art blog

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Grunge Art by kenne

Do not go gentle into that good night
but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— Dylan Thomas

 

Yellow Flower — Creating a New Consciousness   Leave a comment

Balboa Park Flowers-1973 blog“Yellow Flower in Circles and Squares” — Image by kenne

Sometimes to appreciate beauty
it must be taken out of context
to capture a new perspective
based on my love of nature, sex
and life in a new consciousness
for the flower is neither
a subject nor an object
apart from being a flower.

— kenne

 

Ken’s Stuff and More Stuff   Leave a comment

Kenneth Harris-1613 blogKenneth Harris (May 20, 2017) — Image by kenne

“Stuff.”
One of my favorite words is stuff.

“That’s Super Stuff!”
“Make Stuff”
“I Love Free Stuff”
“The Good Stuff”
“My Stuff”
“Stuff in My Life”
“Stuff That Works”
“The Right Stuff”
“How’s Your Stuff?”

There are so many variations on the use of the word stuff. This last May we attended the last “Ken and Mary’s Blues Project” house concert in Porter, Texas. Before the music started, Kenneth Harris told the story of how the Project came about from his listening to Sunday blues on Houston’s KPFT. One Sunday he was listening to Nuri Nuri’s Blues Brunch.

“. . . he [Nuri] was interviewing this guy, and they played some of his stuff, and I called Nuri on the phone, and I said Nuri do you know anybody in the Houston area that can do that type of stuff, and he told me you meet me at Billy Blue’s like next Saturday night.”

Long story short, Kenneth found that stuff in the form of the Moe Hansum Band.

As I listen to Kenneth’s story I couldn’t help but think of Guy Clark’s “Stuff that Works.”

Stuff that works, stuff that holds up 
The kind of stuff you don’ hang on the wall 
Stuff that’ real, stuff you feel 
The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall

Continuing on this theme of “Stuff,” in the 1970’s there was a jazz-funk band called “Stuff.” The members were Gordon Edwards (bass), Richard Tee (keyboards), Eric Gale (guitar), Cornell Dupree (guitar), Chris Parker (drums), and later Steve Gadd (drums).

There is good stuff and not so good stuff, because of what we do with our stuff. We have too much stuff. Earth’s beauty is being scarred by the stuff we throw away daily. As someone who spends a lot of time outdoors admiring nature’s beauty, I see stuff on our trails, hanging in trees, blowing in the wind, in our lakes and streams.

In December of 2007, a short documentary was released. The documentary was critical of excessive consumerism and promotes sustainability, which has gone from a movie to a movement over the last ten years — a Community of more than a million changemakers worldwide, working to build a more healthy and just planet. This land is our land! You can join the movement. 

 

 

The Perfect Trilogy — Blues, Beer, And Tits   Leave a comment

Gene @ Drafter'sLady Bikers at an Ice House in East Texas in a “Show Us Your Tits” Contest — Computer Art by kenne

The Perfect Trilogy

On a hot Sunday 
we ride a twisting
two-lane highway to
a Texas Ice House
Near Cut & Shoot
where the beer
and blues music
releases bikers
inner desires
listening to 
“My Baby Don’t
Wear No Panties”
fueled by women
showing their tits —
blues, beer, and tits,
the perfect trilogy.

— kenne

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