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Sometimes With Love, You Just Don’t Know Where To Start — John Prine, RIP   Leave a comment

Alabama2006-11-13-47 Lincoln House This Old Porch B-W blog“Old House” — Image by kenne

“I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago”

— from Angel from Montgomery by John Prine

I’m not unlike a lot of Prine fans, most of us have had one of his songs become
identifiable with a memorable life moment. I have a lot, so I won’t begin to list them. 

However, there is one that has become more profound because of the coronavirus.
During this time of shelter-in-place, I’m doing less hiking and a lot more walking through
the neighborhood. When I walk I shuffle through my iTunes songs, many of which
are by John Prine. One that is on my shuffle list is “Taking a Walk.” 

Taking A Walk

 

Taking a Walk

A man came to our house
I believe it was yesterday
I would have invited him in
But I didn’t have a lot to say

His anticipation of me opening the door
Outweighed my apprehension as it never had before
And drove my concentration
Right through that hardwood floor

Oo-oo a-ha
I’m taking a walk
I’m going outside
I’m taking a walk
I’m just getting by

There’s a girl in the white house
I don’t even know her name
Her disheveled appearance
Speaks volumes of shame

It’s an embarrassing situation
But a situation just the same
The way she walks on others
And never takes the blame
Upsets my constitution
Beyond its mortal frame

Oo-oo a-ha
I’m taking a walk
I’m going outside
I’m watching the birds
I’m just getting by

Found a card in the pocket
Of my worn out overalls
From a girl in Cedar Rapids
Now residing in Idaho Falls

I wish you could have been there
When she opened up the door
And looked me in the face
Like she never did before
I felt about as welcome
As a Wal-Mart Superstore

0o-oo – a-ha
I’m taking a walk
I’m going outside
I’m taking a walk
I don’t need a ride

I’m watching the birds
Flying so high

— John Prine

“A true national treasure and a songwriter for the ages.”

— Bruce Springsteen

 

When It Comes To People’s Safety Money Wins Out Every Time   Leave a comment

ct-gil-scott-heron01-art-blogGil Scott Heron — Grunge Art by kenne
It stands out on a highway
Like a Creature from another time.
It inspires the babies’ questions,
“What’s that?”
For their mothers as they ride.
But no one stopped to think about the babies
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Just thirty miles from Detroit
Stands a giant power station.
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
Seconds from anniahlation.
But no one stopped to think about the people
Or how they would survive,
And we almost lost Detroit
This time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
The sherrif of Monroe county had,
Sure enough disasters on his mind,
And what would karen Silkwood say
If she was still alive?
That when it comes to people’s safety
Money wins out every time.
And we almost lost Detroit
This time, this time.
How would we ever get over
Over loosing our minds?
You see, we almost lost Detroit
That time.
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
And how would we ever get over…
Cause odds are,
We gonna loose somewhere, one time.
Odds are
We gonna loose somewhere sometime.
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
And how would we ever get over
Loosing our minds?
Didn’t they, didn’t they decide?
Almost lost Detroit
That time.
Damn near totally destroyed,
One time.
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
We almost lost detroit…
— Gil Scott Heron – We almost Lost Detroit
Watch YouTube Video, “We Almost  Lost Detroit” — https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=cpNUqNe0U5g

Wall Shadows   Leave a comment

Old Tucson-9375 B&W blogSouthwestern Still Life — Image by kenne

Wall Shadows

A break with the sun
Not complete, only partial
A heat compromise.

— kenne

Evening Jazz — You Know the Story   Leave a comment

Benson Sculpture Garden-3084 Evening Jazz blogEvening Jazz Wall Sculpture by Warren Cullar (Benson Sculpture Garden, Loveland, CO) — Image by kenne

WORD JAZZ
“You Know the Story” by Ken Nordine from the album, A Transparent Mask

To Make Soft   Leave a comment

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013Computer Art by kenne

To Make Soft . . .

Words are nothing,
feelings are everything.

Struggling to share feelings
placing petitions of desire

at the door of your heart,
shut not the door.

Love will break your heart,
scorn not what we do.

Looking for peace of mind
the truth will set us free

explaining not what is real,
too complicated to follow

knowing not our time to go
lifetime is no time at all.

kenne

It’s Always The Poet Than Tells Us — If Only We Would Listen!   1 comment

Whether they write it,

read it or sing it

we could see the future 

if only we would listen

to the poets!

— kenne

This Old Porch   Leave a comment

This Old Porch Lincoln (1 of 1)-4 painting blogThis Old Porch — Computer Painting by kenne

“This old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches
Who said we’d never get back up.

— from “This Old Porch” by Lyle Lovett

A Labyrinth of Wild Flowers   Leave a comment

Flowers (1 of 1)-8 Art II blogA Labyrinth of Wild Flowers — Image by kenne

I’ll give to you a house of mirrors

A thousand eyes, they belong to you

A labyrinth of wild roses

I know you’ll find your own way through

— from Box of Visions by Tom Russell

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Ken Nordine — “What Time Is It?”   Leave a comment

R-667478-1341524324-7196.jpegKen Nordine Album Cover: “How Are Things In Your Town?” 1972

Growing up in the Chicago area as a teen and young adult, I often I would listen late night jazz on the radio. One of the shows was that of Ken Nordine reading his poetry while playing jazz. He has one of the best radio voices anywhere. You may have heard his voice and didn’t know who it was, since over the years he has done a lot of voice-over TV commercials. Since his radio show in the sixties, he has done several Word Jazz albums. One of his albums that I have is “How Are Things In Your Town,” which includes, “What Time Is It?”

kenne

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