Late June Afternoon On Bourbon Street — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Full of the profane
We walk this temporal street
Yet something sacred.
— kenne
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Bee On A Desert Chicory Wildflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The primitive notion of the efficacy of images
presumes that images possess the qualities of real things,
but our inclination is to attribute real things the quality of images.”
— Susan Sontag
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Sky and Earth — Image by kenne
Sky and earth
make an appointment
at the horizon
very soon
they will be one.
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon Viewed from Blackett’s Ridge — Panorama by kenne
My blog confirms that I have experienced each encounter in my life twice:
once in the world, and once again on the blog.
— kenne
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A Mushroom Triad — Photo-Artistry kenne
Ars Poetica
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
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A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
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A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—
A poem should not mean
But be.
— Achibald MacLeish
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Today Little Fears in the UK became follower #4,000 on Becoming is Superior to Being.
Thank you #4,000!
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Keep On Blogging — 11 Years Out 1 comment
Computer Art by kenne (November 26, 2005)
In November of 2006, I posted the following noting the first anniversary of blogging:
. . . One year ago, 135 entries later and approximately 9,500 hits, this blog began with the purpose of sharing existence through the experience of one with the desire to generate other views on our place in time and space. In doing so, I have come to the realization that this poetic gesture may be nothing more than bullshit to someone else.
So, on the anniversary I’m taking this moment to share a few words from the renowned moral philosopher, Harry G. Frankfurt:
“One of the most salient features of our culture is that there is so
much bullshit. Everyone knows this. Each of us contributes his
share.”
And I would add, some more than others.
But then, one person’s truth is someone else’s bullshit.
“As conscious beings, we exist only in response to other things,
and we cannot know ourselves at all without knowing them.
Moreover, there is nothing in theory, and certainly nothing in
experience, to support the extraordinary judgment that it is
the truth about himself that is the easiest for a person to know.
Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to
skeptical dissolution. Our natures are, indeed, elusively
insubstantial – notoriously less stable and less inherent than
the nature of other things. And insofar as this is the case,
sincerity itself is bullshit.”
This view may cause some confusion.
But, not in our upside-down world
in which the normal order of things
seem to be completely reversed.
This often exists because the
, “. . .more you try to stay
on top of water the more you sink;
but when you try to sink, you float.”
kenne
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