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A Tucson Sunset   2 comments

A Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne

In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls 
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,
Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
And the deep lane insists on the direction
Into the village, in the electric heat
Hypnotised.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Tom’s Signature

Eliot’s Four Quartets rests on my desk not only because I love his poetic masterpiece
but because my first copy was given to me by my brother, Tom, who wrote
“. . . I’ve become obsessed with it . . . with time . . . with memory . . . with language,
all of which are concentrated in this work. It has become such a part of me.”

Tom went on to write — “To use a few of Eliot’s words; ‘As we grow older the world
becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated . . . ‘ Complications, ambiguities, non sequitur
I keep searching for clarity . . . lucidity, and I know each time I seek that, I’ll
become more entangled. No. I’m not bored—just Scarred. I’m moving toward a sort-of silence . . .
I know what you’re thinking: ‘Bull-shit!’ Since the significant things, I want to say
have the wrong inflections, intonations for most arenas of conversation;
I ramble on into oblivion. A series of non sequitur.” (7/27/84)

I miss Tom.

— kenne

Old Western Morning   1 comment

Giffords OfficeOld Western Morning (Sonoran Desert) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We have taken from the defeated

What they had to leave us — a symbol:

A symbol perfected in death.

And all shall be well and

All manner of thing shall be well

By the purification of the motive

I the ground of our beseeching.

from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Two-Windows   1 comment

Tucson Folk Festival 2013Two-Windows (Tucson Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Go, go, go, said the bird: humankind

Cannot bear very much reality.

Time past and time future

What might have been and what has been

Point to one end, which is always present.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Love Is Itself Unmoving   5 comments

Chase w Cap I-art-3-72-2Chase Morris — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.

— Four Quarters by T.S. Eliot

Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon   1 comment

Esperero Trail in Sabino Canyon-72Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

— T. S. Eliot

Hiking with Old Buddies   1 comment

The SCVN Friday Nature Hike was Aspen Trail, Marshall Gulch Trail loop,
which would provide an opportunity to see the beautiful fall colors on Mt. Lemmon.
The Aspen Trail has a grove of aspens, which I blogged in a previous posting

Aspen Trail-8-72After hiking through the aspen grove, I began to get out in front of the nature hikers.
With less fall color on the remaining part of the Aspen Trail I decided to pick-up my pace.
I knew from past experience there would be plenty of fall color on the Marshall Gulch Trail.

Aspen Trail-21-72I was aware that my buddies, Jim Thompson and Tom Markey, were hiking the trail;
hence, I might be able to catch up with them. 

Aspen Trail-23-72I first began hiking with Jim and Tom nine years ago. They were part of the Monday Morning Milers (MMM),
the first hiking group with which I started hiking.

Aspen Trail-24-72Most of the MMM were lifetime hikers in southeast Arizona, many of whom were in their 80’s.

Aspen Trail-25-72Jim recently celebrated his 90th birthday.

Aspen Trail-26-72While Tom is a youngster like me, he’s 79.

Aspen Trail-27-72Images by kenne

It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
And ceases to be a mere sequence —
Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,
Which becomes, in the popular mind,
A means of disowning the past.
The moments of happiness — not the sense of well-being,
Fruition, fulfillment, security or affection,
Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination —
We had the experience but missed the meaning,
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form, beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness.

— from “Four Quartets” by T. S. Eliot

Voiceless Wailing   Leave a comment

Twl-72Voiceless Wailing — Photo-Artistry by kenne

There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing,
No end to the withering of withered flowers,
To the movement of pain that is painless and motionless,
To the drift of the sea and the drifting wreckage, . . .

— T. S. Eliot

From Time Past and Time Future   1 comment

SCVN Nature Walk 08-08-12Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Time past and time future
What might have been and what  has been
Point to one end, which is always present.”

— from Burnt Norton by T.S. Eliot

Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon   2 comments

Esperero Trail In Sabino CanyonEsperero Trail In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

We shall not cease from exploration,
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.

— T.S. Eliot

 

Goldeneye Wildflower Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Goldeneye (1 of 1) grunge art blogGoldeneye Wildflower — Grunge Art by kenne

Morning Thought:

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

— T. S. Eliot

And All Shall Be Well . . .   5 comments

Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon.jpgSabino Canyon with T.S. Eliot line from Four Quartets (September 4, 2015) — Image by kenne

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