“Things of Poetry” — Computer Art by kenne
Poppies
line the canyon trail,
brightening
each hiker’s way.
Passing greetings
share the joy
as the morning sun
intensifies
the canyon colors
brilliantly reflected
by each poppy,
the things
of O’Keeffe —
real poetry.
— kenne
Afternoon Delight — Image by kenne
— kenne
(With thanks to Leonard Cohn.)
Computer Art by kenne
Hummmmm
I can see you looking at me
Behind those dark sunglasses
Sending a sign,” I’m ready.”
My doctor says no, not until after
A neurological consultation for
having experienced a possible TIA.
Hummmmm
— kenne
Vegas Condos — Art by kenne
If all ideas have to be bought,
then you have an intellectually regressive system
that will assure you have a highly knowledgeable elite
and an ignorant mass.
Art Transforms — Computer Art by kenne
Art transforms us not with what it contains but with what it creates in us —
the constellation of interpretations, revelations, and emotional truths illuminated —
which, of course, is why the rise of the term “content” to describe creative output online
has been one of the most corrosive developments in contemporary culture.
A poem — or an essay, or a painting, or a song — is not its “content”;
it transforms us precisely by what cannot be contained, by what is received and interpreted.
— Ursula K. Le Guin
Computer Art by kenne
Mirror Watching People
— kenne
Bareass Me Again — Computer Art by kenne
. . .? . . .?
coffee
dripping
honey on the muffin
frogs
singing
refuse to jump
blues
crying
heat all around
skins
dragging
drop to show
result
correcting
reset question position
hubble
looking
big-bang theory
verdict
hiding
in the fine print
whiskey
swallowing
barely enough
head
watching
tv talking heads
seasons
existing
between hot and cold
high
soaring
broken winged bird
depleted
circling
glass half full
tattoo
pawing
another bare ass
exercise
hiking
back to nature
. . .? . . .?
— kenne
Poolside, January 15th — Computer Art by kenne
Poolside
— kenne
A Song of Silence — Mean Gene Kelton Computer Art by kenne
A Song of Silence
Music is
what enables you
in your work,
soothes you
when you rest
reminds you
of images past
of dreams yet fulfilled.
It is not the words,
nor the beat,
nor the instruments,
nor the relationships.
It is the rhythm
of the moments,
composed by
the silence between.
— kenne
Saguaro in Sabino Canyon — Grunge Art by kenne
Look Again
The image you see
Is not what is.
Look again,
The image you see
Is not what was.
Look again,
The image you see
Is not what will be.
Look again,
The image you see
Is not what is real.
— kenne
“Mushroom Table” — Computer Art by kenne
On Top
All this new stuff goes on top
turn it over, turn it over
wait and water down
from the dark bottom
turn it inside out
let it spread through
Sift down even.
Watch it sprout.
A mind like compost.
— Gary Snyder
Mushrooms On A Log — Computer Art by kenne
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
— from “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas
Her Smile — Image by kenne
(Inspired by our time today at the Fine Arts Museum in Houston.)
— kenne
Winter Solstice (December 19, 2009, The Woodlands, Texas) — Computer Art by kenne
— kenne
Member of Bryan Lee’s Band Taking A Break Outside the Corner Pub (June 2, 2007), Conroe, Texas — Image by kenne
Computer Art by kenne
“I always thought that one man, the lone balladeer
with a guitar, could blow a whole army off the stage,
if he knew what he was doing. I’ve seen it happen.”
— Bob Dylan
