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After All Is Exhausted, Nature Remains   Leave a comment

Sunset — Image by kenne

After you have exhausted what there is
in business, politics, conviviality, and so on –
have found that none of these finally satisfy,
or permanently wear – what remains?
Nature remains.”

— Walt Whitman

Yucca Plant At I-10 Reststop   6 comments

Yucca Plant At I-10 Reststop — HDR Image by kenne

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
 
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
 
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
 
— from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
 
 

Fear Not O Muse! On This Thanksgiving Day   Leave a comment

HDR Image by kenne

Fear not O Muse! truly new ways and days receive, surround you,
I candidly confess a queer, queer race, of novel fashion,
And yet the same old human race, the same within, without,
Faces and hearts the same, feelings the same, yearning the same,
The same old love, beauty, and use the same.

— Walt Whitman

Silverpuff Art   Leave a comment

Silverpuff Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I exist as I am, that is enough.”

— Walt Whitman

Tucson Mountains Panorama   2 comments

Tucson Mountains West of Tucson, Arizona — Panorama by kenne

“Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.”

― Walt Whitman

Wooden Wheel Cart   4 comments

Wooden Wheel Cart — Pencil Art by kenne

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.”

 
― from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
 
 

Sonoran Desert Scene   Leave a comment

Sonoran Desert Scene — Image by kenne

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.”
― Walt Whitman

 

Missing Spring Festivals   1 comment

Missing Spring Festivals — Image by kenne

I have said the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one that one’s self is,
And I say to any man or women,
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

— Walt Whitman

Celebrating Walt Whitman   3 comments

Lowell Mick White Reading at the 2008 Walt Whitman Birthday Celebration in Conroe, Texas — Image by kenne

A Supermarket in California

  What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I
walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-
conscious looking at the full moon.
   In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the
neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
   What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping
at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in
the tomatoes!—and you, García Lorca, what were you doing
down by the watermelons?

   I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking
among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
   I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork
chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
   I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following
you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
   We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary
fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and
never passing the cashier.

   Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
    (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the 
supermarket and feel absurd.)
   Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add
shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely.
   Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue
automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
   Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what
America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you
got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear
on the black waters of Lethe?

— Allen Ginsberg

A Clear Midnight   2 comments

A Full Moon Night In The Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

— Walt Whitman

Cartoon du Jour   2 comments

In this age of coronavirus, we are discovering joy in the minuscule and routine.

Walt Whitman Cartoon-72
Sergio García Sánchez, The New York Times Book Review

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,

And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depressed head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels,
And I could come every afternoon of my life to look at the farmer’s girl boiling her iron tea-kettle and baking shortcake.

— from Song of Myselfby Walt Whitman

I Don’t Hear America Singing   3 comments

Clouds Social Distancing-72Tucson Clouds Social Distancing — Image by kenne

In ‘I Hear America Singing’ Walt Whitman was celebrating the various songs of his fellow Americans singing as they go about the work: the mechanics, the carpenter, the mason, the boatman, the deckhand, the shoemaker, the hatter, the wood-cutter, the ploughboy, the mother, the ‘young wife at work’, the seamstress or washerwoman.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs

The coronavirus has pushed the mute button, silencing our singing and only we can bring it back when again we will hear America Singing,

— kenne

The Open Road   1 comment

Christmas 2012The Open Road — Image by kenne

“Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me, leading me wherever I choose…

Allons! whoever you are! come forth!

You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though it has been built for you….

Allons! be not detain’d!…

Allons! the road is before us!”

— Walt  Whitman

Catalina Sunset   Leave a comment

Italian SpringsCatalina Sunset (View from Mica Mountain of the Santa Catalina Mountains) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

— Walt Whitman

Ocotillo and Sparrow   Leave a comment

Ocotillo-3839-72Ocotillo and Sparrow — Image by kenne

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

— Walt Whitman

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