Hacienda de los Santos Parlor (Alamos, Mexico) — Image by kenne
gate of our being, awaken me, bring dawn, grant that I see the face of the living day, grant that I see the face of this live night, everything speaks now, everything is transformed, O arch of blood, bridge of our pulse beating, carry me through to the far side of this night….
gateway of being: open your being, awaken, learn then to be, begin to carve your face, develop your elements, and keep your vision keen to look at my face, as I at yours, keen to look full at life right through to death, faces of sea, of bread, of rock, of fountain, the spring of origin which will dissolve our faces in the nameless face, existence without face the inexpressible presence of presences…
Cholita Women In La Paz, Bolivia (08/19/19) — Image by kenne
City of the full moon & speckled dove, of breathlessness,
thin air spiked with smog & the clay-colored fingers
of La Cordillera Real cutting a serrated skyline
behind grey buildings. City of black-haired women,
stout cholas sharpening their eyes under
the curled brim of a bowler hat
tipped to one side, their shoulders swimming in shawls,
hips wobbling the hem of a bell skirt. City
of open-air markets where chilies spill from burlap sacks
wrapped around the vendors like colors in a palette
running from rust to buttercup yellow.
— from “Boarding an Overnight Bus – La Paz, Bolivia” by Marty Saunders
Perhaps instead of expecting things
Expecting everything to end the way you think,
It is better to leave them to the unknown.
To leave them empty so as you travel,
As you evolve…
And the pages will follow.
Horse Lubber Grasshopper — Photo-Artistry by kenne
One of the many bloggers I follow is “The Parlando Project – Where Music and Words Meet,” where Frank Hudson presents short audio pieces, from 2 to 10 minutes in length, combining music and spoken word in various ways.
On July 31st Frank posted “On the Grasshopper and Cricket.” Click here to read Frank’s story on what lead him to combine music with the Keats poem and listen to the audio.
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The Poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
Hacienda de los Santos Parlor (Alamos, Mexico) — Image by kenne
Golden Columbine — Image by kenne
Sunset — Image by kenne
Prickly Pear Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Cholita Women In La Paz, Bolivia (08/19/19) — Image by kenne
La Paz Buildings (08/17/19) — Image by kenne
Illimani As Seen from La Paz, Bolivia (08/18/19)– Image by kenne
Camphorweed (10/07/16) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Flame Skimmer Dragonfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Almost Missed Yesterday’s Sunset — Image by kenne
Horse Lubber Grasshopper — Photo-Artistry by kenne
J. Paul Getty Museum (06/17/04) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The Sea Contracts” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Storm Fence — Image by kenne
Crushed — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Western Branded Skipper — Image by kenne
