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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

Pen and Color Desert Scene   7 comments

Pen and Color Desert Scene by kenne

Sonnet 73

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,Desert
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

— William Shakespeare

Flight   1 comment

“Flight” (Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Flying Inside Your Own Body
 
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It’s only in dreams you can do this.
Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight
down on the think pink rind of your skull.
It’s always the moment just before gunshot.
You try & try to rise but you cannot.
 
— Margaret Atwood

A Galaxy Far, Far Away   1 comment

“A Galaxy Far, Far Away” — Abstract Art On A Cedar Plank by kenne

I have envied the four-moon planet.

— The Notebooks of Robert Frost

Doubtful Canyon Abstract   1 comment

Doubtful Canyon — Abstract by kenne

 

Sky above
Earth below
Peace within

Climate Change   10 comments

Climate Change — Abstract Art by kenne

black and gray
drowns
out the blue
oceans
full of plastic
poison
in our water
virus
in the air
deserts
are dryer
water
in the streets
glasers
are melting
forests
are burning
times
are changing

— kenne

Death   1 comment

“Death” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I don’t fear death so much as I fear its prologues:
loneliness,
decrepitude,
pain,
debilitation,
depression,
senility.
After a few years of those,
I imagine death presents like a
holiday at the beach.

— Mary Roach
 

The Year Of The Bighorn Fire   2 comments

The Year of the Bighorn Fire and COVID In the Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

our bad year that was
air filled with smoke and virus
one gone one here

— kenne

Jabberwocky Moon Over The Tumtum Tree   Leave a comment

Jabberwocky Moon Over the Tumtum Tree — Abstract Art by kenne

Jabberwocky

 
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
 
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”
 
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.
 
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!
 
One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.
 
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.
 
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
 
— Lewis Carroll 
 

Full Moon Over Double Bayou   Leave a comment

Full Moon Over Double Bayou — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.”

– Carl Sandburg

Rio de Janeiro Favela   Leave a comment

Rio de Janeiro Favela (2001) — Abstract Art by kenne

In the Favelas

‘Slum tourism’
sneered a moralising friend.

I thought of this
as our small group
trekked through alleys,
deep in the favelas,
climbed interminable steep small stairs,
gazed curiously at faces
that stared back indifferently.

Their world, ruled by drug lords,
Crime bosses, poverty and need …
How do these people of Rocinha,
see us, the dilettante tourists,
stepping carefully on broken ground?
Don’t wear your rings or watches!
Leave your wallets back at the hotel!
Cautiously, we pick our way,
cameras snapping at the sight
of tangled wires for stolen power,
of deep canals that take
the sewerage to the sea,
of grinding cycles of a poverty
that no one can escape.

And we who walk among them,
do we have the right to drive away,
return to luxury hotels,
download our photos
for display to friends back home,
while shaking heads in wonder
that anyone can live like this?

My friend was right, for we have been,
to our eternal shame,
‘Slum tourists!’

Valerie Volk

Nature’s Art Wall   2 comments

Nature’s Art Wall — Photo-Artistry by kenne

This art is from a photograph of a canyon wall and like all things, it is living and has intelligence.
But, we like to think that it’s just a bunch of rocks and minerals, therefore not alive.
When I took the photograph I saw a wall alive, no different than a saguaro cactus,
and in the moment its being. By doing so, I brought my experience to the picture,
adding color, light, and contrast enhancing the natural beauty of the world around us.
It is alive and has intelligence. 

— kenne

 

AI Wasteland   Leave a comment

 Human Condition — Abstract Art by kenne

We are doomed
if we can meet
only by Zoom

spending each day
looking at some device
sighing in dismay

being told to stand
from a heart alert
in this AI wasteland.

— kenne

Staggerlee Wonders   1 comment

Abstract Art by kenne

I always wonder
what they think the niggers are doing
while they, the pink and alabaster pragmatists,
are containing
Russia
and defining and re-defining and re-aligning
China,
nobly restraining themselves, meanwhile,
from blowing up that earth
which they have already
blasphemed into dung:
the gentle, wide-eyed, cheerful
ladies, and their men,
nostalgic for the noble cause of Vietnam,
nostalgic for noble causes,
aching, nobly, to wade through the blood of savages—
ah—!
Uncas shall never leave the reservation,
except to purchase whisky at the State Liquor Store.
The Panama Canal shall remain forever locked:
there is a way around every treaty.
We will turn the tides of the restless
Caribbean,
the sun will rise, and set
on our hotel balconies as we see fit.
The natives will have nothing to complain about,
indeed, they will begin to be grateful,
will be better off than ever before.
They will learn to defer gratification
and save up for things, like we do.

Oh, yes. They will.
We have only to make an offer
they cannot refuse.

(Click here to read the complete poem.)

— from Staggerlee wonders by James Baldwin

White-lined Sphinx Moth — Abstract Art   3 comments

White-lined Sphinx Moth — Abstract Art by kenne

When we are faced by something
that really threatens us,
it’s impossible to look around,
even though that is
the safest and most sensible thing to do.

— Paulo Coelho

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