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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   1 comment

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

A Van Gogh Effect Abstract   Leave a comment

“Angel in the Vortex” (2006) — Van Gogh Effect Abstract by kenne

We buy books because we believe we’re buying the time to read them.

— Warren Zevon

 

Now Lay On Your Eyes   1 comment

Autumn Abstract Art by kenne

Added layers to art 
Colors and shapes change the view
Now lay on your eyes.

— kenne

Abstract Art — An Aura of Love   Leave a comment

Girl of My Dreams — Abstract art by kenne

The girl of my dreams

Colors bouncing around her

An aura of love.

— kenne

We Took Our Hearts Full Pleasure   1 comment

Nude (1990) — Abstract Art by kenne

 

My Voice

Within the restless, hurried, modern world
    We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ships are furled,
    And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
    For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion
    And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
    No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
    That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

— Oscar Wilde

 

Desert Abstract Art   1 comment

Desert Abstract Art-72Desert Abstract Art by kenne

The colors of earth and sky
come together to paint
my Sonoran desert picture.

It’s beauty is in the contrasts
that blend together
creating a Zen moment

in time where old and new
mark our existence
in the presence of nature.

— kenne

Geometric Grunge Art   Leave a comment

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

I Gaze At A Distant Spot   Leave a comment

Getty Negative-art-72Abstract Photo-Artistry by kenne

I gaze at a distant spot
turning dark and out of focus.

Slowly the lights go out
asking questions of the moon.

Only the mountains now
gaze at a distant spot.

— kenne

Messages On The Wall   2 comments

French Quarter-14-art-72Street 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

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