In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said: “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter – bitter,” he answered; “But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.”
Often when I ask the question, “Why?” The answer is, “Because, why must you doubt?” The answer is . . .
Because, history teaches us, teaching us right and wrong, lessons by which to live — The stories of life; stories of value, only if not taken literally.
The written word is but a template, for customizing life in a world of change — For providing the guide posts, not the direction.
There’s nothing else there, but what’s potential in a field of doubt, lead about by a guide, like a stranger in another reality.
We are expected to praise the sentiments of the guide, as if not worthy to form an opinion, leaving conclusions to the turn of a phrase.
Let there be no more assumptions, for the responsibility rests with the nature of the subject at hand, in a state of mind.
It is the love of discourse that I speak, that I write, that I seek knowledge; a new paradigm for new decisions. The answer is . . .
When we stand at the
altar of nature, we stand with the greats; Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, and John Muir, each having helped define our relationship with nature and language — “Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact, . . . words are signs of natural facts.”
Nature’s beauty becomes a source of spiritual energy connecting all things into a universal whole with the power of our
thoughts and will. We stand at nature’s altar not separate from her, seeing us in the flowers, insects, animals, mountains, creating a unified landscape of our inward and outward senses.
Like all relationships, the experience depends on the degree of harmony between us and nature, therefore becoming a gift granted while walking with nature as she is embraced in our minds – Enlighten, she shares her secrets, making the universe more “transparent.” Yet, the gift may only offer a glimpse, to be shared in images and words,
charming all living things.
— kenne
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. — John Muir
Rhythm Room All-Stars at the 2010 Bisbee Blues Festival – Image by kenne
Last year, after being in Tucson for a couple of months, we looked for some good live Blues music and found it at the Bisbee Blues Festival. One of the groups at the festival was Bob Corritore and the Rhythm Room All-Stars.
We had planned on attending again this year, but instead, we will be at the 20th Anniversary of the Rhythm Room in Phoenix (Bob Corritore is the owner), which is on the same weekend. There is another reason for our being there — Diunna Greenleaf. Diunna is a super Blues singer from Houston and a dear friend.
The anniversary event will be three days with many great Blues acts. Click here for more information on the occasion.
For me, the naked and the nude (By lexicographers construed As synonyms that should express The same deficiency of dress Or shelter) stand as wide apart As love from lies, or truth from art.
Lovers without reproach will gaze On bodies naked and ablaze; The Hippocratic eye will see In nakedness, anatomy; And naked shines the Goddess when She mounts her lion among men.
The nude are bold, the nude are sly To hold each treasonable eye. While draping by a showman’s trick Their dishabille in rhetoric, They grin a mock-religious grin Of scorn at those of naked skin.
The naked, therefore, who compete Against the nude may know defeat; Yet when they both together tread The briary pastures of the dead, By Gorgons with long whips pursued, How naked go the sometime nude!
(Source: a compendium of poetry)
“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.” — Jim Morrison of The Doors
1971, yes, that was the year. Forty years ago Jim Morrison was found dead in his bath. Forty years ago! A long time ago, but for some of us it seems like yesterday. He was buried four days later in Pere Lachaise in the company of literary greats such as Marcel Proust and Oscar Wilde. What is it about life that allows so much to come out of so little time?
Forty years after his death it is even more obvious that one of his quotes is so true: “Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.”
“If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.”
TheCoilhousemagazine and blog describes it self as “. . . a love letter toalternative culture, written in an era when alternative culture no longer exists.” The April 27, 2011 posting was on The Singing Tree, designed and built by the architecture team of Tonkin Liu. This is a work of art that facinates the sences.
This is layered glass art, creating a plant that is in your face. Or is it a face in your plant — you decide!
This is our latest art addition, which sits on a stand that’s on a table by a window so the light can shine through. We found this piece while at the Temcula Valley Balloon & Wine Festival a few weeks ago.
I’m often asked; “Which is the best DSLR camera — Canon or Nikon?” I’ve used both, but for the last dozen years it’s been Nikon. I don’t think you can go wrong with either — check out the winner in this infographic Beste Product match.
We are the champions – my friends And we’ll keep on fighting – till the end – We are the champions – We are the champions No time for losers ‘Cause we are the champions – of the world –
The original photo was taken at the Corner Pub in Conroe, Texas during the Christmas season. It was a merry time, but this image of one of the band members out of Austin, on his cell phone gave a different image.
Christmas Eve Alone
In the shadows of street lights Outside the courthouse walls Mused as they access the night
Leaning against the door’s edge Not sure if I should go in Or stay out and take the pledge
Gazing into the dark pub Not penetrating the door Peppered with eyes in the club
My shadow touching each eye Knowing only my dark image Masked in a fear of reply
So, lonely are the shadows Confined by all nearby objects Blurring in with all that glows
“Every man with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds…
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore.
Dream.
Discover.” – Mark Twain (1835-1910)
Artists from around the country touch by the 1.8.11 Tucson tragedy have used their creative skills to help raise money for the victims. A call for visual artists to create a work went out from Bohemia: An Arts Emporium, in Tucson, Suzanne Hodges created “Simple Gifts.” Her work was one of over 100 pieces created by 60 artists that were auctioned off at an event coördinated by Tana Kelch, owner of Bohemia, which raised about $4,000.
Many musicians used the Internet to offer tributes to the victims. Thanks to the established fan bases of Sam Tsui, and Ahmir, a cover of John Lennon’s “Imagine” has been viewed by millions of people around the globe. The last image in the video is a handmade poster that says, “Violence solves nothing.” To read more, click here.
Image by kenne
