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Gigging for the Mermaid   Leave a comment

Boy On A Rock — Photo-Artistry by kenne

His eyes traveled

and traveled

back and forth

trying to catch 

the girl in the pond

jabbing once, twice 

she darts in and out 

of the shadows

as if to teach one

of life’s lessons —

it’s the pursuit,

not the catch

that counts.

— kenne

Birds Flying, An Abstract   Leave a comment

Birds Flying, an Abstract — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Snowbirds

The big birds feel

it in their feathers

nature’s call

to start the long

flight to their

northern home

having spent

winter near shallow

desert waters.

— kenne

The Wind Blows Where It Will/Pull My Daisy/All My Doors Are Open   Leave a comment

Source: Agave: A Celebration of Tequila in story, song, poetry, essay and graphic art — edited by Ashley and Nathan Brown
Agave Art Image by kenne (08/26/13) 

The Steven Schroeder poem’s title, all my doors are open, is a line in Pull My Daisy by Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and Neal Cassady.
Note: It was written in the late 1940s in a similar way to the Surrealist “exquisite corpse” game, with one person writing the first line,
the other writing the second, and so on sequentially, with each person only being shown the line before.

PULL MY DAISY

Pull my daisy
tip my cup
all my doors are open
Cut my thoughts
for coconuts
all my eggs are broken
Jack my Arden
gate my shades
woe my road is spoken
Silk my garden
rose my days
now my prayers awaken

Bone my shadow
dove my dream
start my halo bleeding
Milk my mind &
make me cream
drink me when you’re ready
Hop my heart on
harp my height
seraphs hold me steady
Hip my angel
hype my light
lay it on the needy

Heal the raindrop
sow the eye
bust my dust again
Woe the worm
work the wise
dig my spade the same
Stop the hoax
what’s the hex
where’s the wake
how’s the hicks
take my golden beam

Rob my locker
lick my rocks
leap my cock in school
Rack my lacks
lark my looks
jump right up my hole
Whore my door
beat my boor
eat my snake of fool
Craze my hair
bare my poor
asshole shorn of wool

say my oops
ope my shell
Bite my naked nut
Roll my bones
ring my bell
call my worm to sup
Pope my parts
pop my pot
raise my daisy up
Poke my papa
pit my plum
let my gap be shut

— Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady

4th Avenue   1 comment

4th Avenue — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A whimsical street

Where modern trolleys go by

Eateries and bars.

— kenne

The Musician   Leave a comment

The Musician — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The musician talks to you with

rhythm, and words that find their way

into the secret places of your soul

turning on the truth of being human.

— kenne

 

A ’70s Self‑Portrait   Leave a comment

A ’70s Self‑Portrait (At my desk at Southern Illinois University.) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In the early 1970s, I worked on a grant program called Career  Development for Children Project (CDCP).
The project’s core theses were founded on the concept of an educational serving the community through direct
attention to individual citizens’ needs and goals. It intended to refocus the learning and related services
of public education toward the individual’s development.

— kenne

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)   Leave a comment

Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
 
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
 
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
 
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
 
— Emily Dickinson

Blue Wing   Leave a comment

Eastern Bluebird — Photo-Artistry by kenne

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don’t know
but he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

Well, he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
and his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
and Willie, he was once a great blues singer
so Wing & Willie wrote him up a song

— from Blue Wing by Tom Russell

Listen and I will Tell You A Story   1 comment

“Listen and I will Tell You A Story” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold

Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, “Hey! Get a job!”
“Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?

We don’t really like what you do.
We don’t think anyone ever will.
It’s a problem that you have,
And this problem’s made you ill.”

Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold

The artist walks alone
Someone says behind his back,
“He’s got his gall to call himself that!
He doesn’t even know where he’s at!”

The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He does this all his waking hours
But is it really so wrong?

— from The story of an Artist – Daniel Johnston

 

The Blues On Campus   1 comment

The Blues On Campus (Lone Star College, Montgomery – 02/19/03) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The blues are the roots and the other musics are the fruits.
It’s better keeping the roots alive,
because it means better fruits from now on.
The blues are the roots of all American music.
As long as American music survives, so will the blues.”

— Willie Dixon (1915–1992)

Eastern Bluebird Painting   1 comment

Eastern Bluebird — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

— Henry David Thoreau

Ground Zero Blues Club   Leave a comment

Ground Zero Blues Club Memphis (01/21/10) — Abstract Art by kenne

“There are only two kinds of songs; 
there’s the blues,
and there’s zip-a-dee-doo-dah.”

— Townes Van Zandt

Houston’s Shakespeare Pub   Leave a comment

Texas Johnny Brown at Houston’s Shakespeare Pub — Photo-Artistry by kenne 
(Click on Texas Johnny Brown to see archived blog posting on TJB)

Texas Johnny Brown is a major talent who simmered on the blues scene longer than all the beef stew cooked in the ’40s, the decade when he first began playing and recording. Like pianist Johnny Johnson of St. Louis, Brown is an artist who did not get a chance to record a full album as a leader until he had been in the music business more than half-a-century. Also like Johnson, the results of coming in so late in the game have been a pair of highly acclaimed, prize-winning albums including the righteous Blues Defender. Brown can take plenty of the credit, since he has taken over almost complete control of his ow arranging, production, and mixing, as well as the string bending and blues moaning. He began his career as a sideman for the Duke and Peacock outfits in the ’50s about which discographers make comments such as “… the record keeping at that time was less than desirable.” As a result, some of Brown’s playing on releases by artists such as Lightnin’ Hopkins and Joe Hinton remains uncredited. The guitarist, singer, and songwriter began his professional career as an original member of the great Amos Milburn band known as the Aladdin Chickenshackers. Brown’s picking is killer on early Aladdin recordings by both Milburn, and on Ruth Brown’s first Atlantic sides. Atlantic allowed Brown to make a few recordings of his own in 1949, buoyed by the enthusiasm the label had for Milburn, who played behind his sideman on these sessions along with the rest of the Aladdin Chickenshackers. T-Bone Walker is the dominating force in Brown’s stylistic palette, an influence that was considered something of a driving permit for any guitarist venturing out of Houston during this period. Before finally getting the biggie recording opportunities in the late ’90s, Brown did an ARC session in Houston in the early ’50s that was never released. He also performed regularly with Junior Parker during that decade, remaining based out of Houston. As a songwriter, Brown’s most famous work is “Two Steps from the Blues,” a big hit for Bobby “Blue” Bland, with whom he also toured as a lead guitarist in the ’50s and ’60s. By the ’80s, he was considered only sporadically active on the blues scene, but this turned out to be only a temporary brown-out, so to speak.

— Eugene Chadbourne Source: allmusic.com

You Are My Valentine   Leave a comment

“There’s More To The Picture Than Meets The Eye”

— Neil Young

Biosphere II   1 comment

Biosphere II — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Off a two-lane road to Oracle,
35 miles north of Tucson,
a sign points the way to Biosphere 2.

After a short drive across rangeland,
with cattle grazing at roadside,
one reaches the parking area to the project.

Framed by the Santa Catalina Mountains,
rests a stunning greenhouse itself,
full of Buckminster Fuller triangles and pyramids.

— kenne
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