Mushrooms on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The truth knocks on the door,
and you say,
Go away, I’m looking for the truth,
and so it goes away.
Puzzling.
―
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Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — HDR Image by kenne
out of the darkness
into the forest shadows
a new life in light
— kenne
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Keep Pushing Against All Odds.
— kenne
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Sonoran Desert Mushrooms 4 comments
Montagnea mushrooms grow in the Sonoran Desert and can frequently be seen in open spaces in Tucson.
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Mountain Mushrooms 1 comment
Mushrooms on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Where do I begin and end in space?
I have relations to the sun and air,
which are just as vital
parts of my existence as my heart.
— Alan W. Watts
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A Mushroom Triad — Photo-Artistry kenne
Ars Poetica
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
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A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
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A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—
A poem should not mean
But be.
— Achibald MacLeish
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A Mushroom Garden On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Falling in love is like eating mushrooms,
you never know if it’s the real thing until it’s too late.”
— Bill Balance
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Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — Image by kenne
Mount Lemmon Mushrooms
Appear from out of nowhere
Pushing aside leaves —
Sometimes on decaying logs
Sometimes on the sides of trees.
— kenne
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Mushrooms Steps — Computer Painting by kenne
The Night Serpent
If mushrooms were to
grow backward,
what would the
wee people sit on
under the stars to
watch nude maidens
dance to the night serpent’s
pulsating drum beat?
— kenne
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Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — Computer Art by kenne
To be old can be glorious if one has not unlearned how to begin.
— Martin Buber
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Psychedelic Mushrooms — Computer art by kenne
Engrossing as a black hole
or your TV screen. I send out
no powers: I accept all
energies, all joys and juices . . .
–from “Dr. P.H.D. Dark, Hypnotist” by W.D. Snodgrass
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Mushrooms — Image by kenne
I look through the hole and saw a landscape like that behind
our home, uncared for, and wild. I moved back a few steps
because I sensed vaguely that something was about to happen.
— from Childhood and Poetry, by Pablo Neruda
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“Life Forms” — Image by kenne
I hear the gentle overnight rain
falling on the skylight, feeling
it as if falling on my face.
Thoughts turn to my sacred place
where I search for new ideas, bringing
me closer to dream realization.
Life forms the images for my thoughts
each a magic moment, providing
a window into my inner soul
where I continue to seek answers
to my ultimate purpose, accepting
I may not be who I think I am.
— kenne
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Mt. Lemmon Mushroom Grunge Art 1 comment
Mt. Lemmon Mushroom Grunge Art by kenne
“One doesn’t stop seeing.
One doesn’t stop framing.
It doesn’t turn off and turn on.
It’s on all the time.”
— Annie Leibovitz
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“Floating Mushrooms” — Image by kenne
These mushrooms
could be
on your wall
or
floating in your head,
either way
the mind games
keep on playing
each projecting
images in
space and
time.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 