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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?"

 

Windmill On Hope Camp Trail   Leave a comment

Cooks Camp TrailWindmill On Hope Camp Trail — Image by kenne

Where do you go
when you’re
Already gone?

— kenne

Drift On My Friend, Drift On   2 comments

 

East Texas Sunset-Edit-1-art-72-2East Texas Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Growing up, I recall an old-timer
Who was poor, but knew the truth
The difference between right and wrong
Telling me to take whatever comes,
Moving on down the river
Like a drifting boat —
Drift on my friend, drift on.

— kenne

 

Last Day In Bolivia   Leave a comment

Lake Titicaca Sunset-2-72Lake Titicaca Sunset — Image by kenne

To see the sunset is to recall the earth.

— kenne

 

Posted September 26, 2019 by kenneturner in Bolivia, Information, Lake Titicaca, Philosophy, Photography

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Cholita Grandma — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Tiquina-16-Grandma-Edit-art-72.jpgCholita Grandma — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The world is full of travellers.
Once in a year go to someplace you have never been before.
You will meet Confused seekers, Hopeful wanderers,
Enthusiastic story-tellers, Happy families.
Look into their eyes and stuff your eyes with wonder,
live as if you’d drop dead any moment.
Look at the world. It’s more beautiful than any dream you’d have ever seen.
Make the most beautiful travel diary and open it up your third generation
because only your grandchildren will understand what your children will fail to.

— Ranjani Ramachandran

Rose Canyon Lake On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Rose Lake August 2012Rose Canyon Lake On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

“But I’ll tell you what hermits realize.
If you go off into a far, far forest
and get very quiet,
you’ll come to understand that
you’re connected with everything.”

 – Alan Watts

Not Just Another Sunset   Leave a comment

Not Just Another Sunset-72.jpgNot Just Another Sunset — Image by kenne

Silence is a source of great strength.

— Lao Tzu

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