Desert Abstract Art by kenne
— kenne
Geometric Grange Art by kenne
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one …
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
— Wallace Stevens
Abstract Photo-Artistry by kenne
Street Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
messages on the wall
what you read
may not be
what you see
messages left behind
by those having
something to say
in pictures or words
messages of anger
messages of love
messages to the world
never pointless
sometimes
I think
sometimes
I don’t
I got the words
I got the pictures
I got the messages
I got the blame
soon to be
torn down, or
painted over
by censors
tomorrow new thoughts
will create new messages
rescue me before I
fall into despair
— kenne
I See You — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Look at us,
we look alike —
similar lines,
curves,
colors,
so much in
common.
We came together
seeking
to be one,
asymmetry of
differences
reflected
in the other
as a circle of one.
Connected by
the rhythm
of wave lines,
slowly becoming
lost
in a moving maze —
drowning
in a sea of
self-indifference.
Look again,
our eyes looking
beyond the other —
connections weakening
in our
once upon a time
circle of one.
Our circle of one,
now a reflection,
a hurtful delusion
of what was,
leaving only
a few lines
connecting
the symmetry of
pleasure and pain,
vanished as a whole.
Fabric
of the whole
lost,
no longer
a balance
between
pleasure and pain,
now a distant
Dylan sound,
“Behind
every beautiful thing,
there’s some
kind of pain.”
— kenne
Thoughts Abound — Photo-Artistry by kenne
3.
OF persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies,
wealth, scholarships, and the like;
To me, all that those persons have arrived at, sinks
away from them, except as it results to their
Bodies and Souls,
So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked;
And often, to me, each one mocks the others, and
mocks himself or herself,
And of each one, the core of life, namely happiness,
is full of the rotten excrement of maggots,
And often, to me, those men and women pass unwit-
tingly the true realities of life, and go toward
false realities,
And often, to me, they are alive after what custom has
served them, but nothing more,
And often, to me, they are sad, hasty, unwaked son-
nambules, walking the dusk.
— from “Thoughts” by Walt Whitman
“Burning Art” — Abstract by kenne
Native Boy — Abstract Art by kenne
Love in the Time of Cholera
Angel In The Vortex — Abstract by kenne
Van Gogh Colors On The Original Abstract, 2006
— Alan Watts
Abstract Art by Kenne
— kenne
“Mother” — Abstract Art by kenne
Decoding Poetry
Poetry,
what is it?
Is it not all things
we experience —
Feelings?
Thoughts?
Ideas?
Wisdom?
Beauty?
Music?
Art?
In human existence?
Yet,
some claim
the words of poetry,
as if anointed
announcing to the world,
“I know the code!”
Poetry is not a code,
allowing entrance
only to a few
fettered and packaged
for the scholarly.
If I experience
my life
in the words of another,
it is poetry?
For it is I
who holds the code
to my existence.
In the end,
there is no right
or wrong answer –
Poetry is like dancing,
if it feels good,
do it!
— kenne
Seeing With Eyes Closed — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Abstract Art by kenne
— Antonio Machado
Lost Universe — Abstract Art by kenne
–William Shakespeare
“To Make Soft” — Abstract Art by kenne
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