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Duck Standing On Water   Leave a comment

BoliviaDuck Standing On Water In October — Image by kenne

My birthday began with the water-
     Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
        Above the farms and the white horses
                And I rose
            In a rainy autumn
     And walked abroad in shower of all my days
     High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
            Over the border
                And the gates
        Of the town closed as the town awoke.

        A springful of larks in a rolling
     Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
        Blackbirds and the sun of October
                Summery
            On the hill's shoulder,
     Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
     Come in the morning where I wandered and listened
            To the rain wringing
                Wind blow cold
        In the wood faraway under me.

-- from Poem In October by Dylan Thomas


Variegated Fritillary Butterfly — Like a Dream   3 comments

SCVN Nature Walk 08-15-12, Marshall GulchVariegated Fritillary Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.”

— Dylan Thomas

A Tucson Sunset   1 comment

Sunset On Blackett's RidgeA Tucson Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Do not go gentle into the night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

— Dylan Thomas

 

Tom Turner, Shall Seventy-Seven Bells Sing Struck   4 comments

Tom-kenne_0333-b-w-blogTom and Kenne Turner (Tom would have been 77 today.)

Twits

POEM ON HIS BIRTHDAY

We are hairy men
who may be thought of a “Twits,”
but I dare say, are not.
Why might you ask?
If you  look closely, you will not see
tasty morsels in our beards,
while Twits upon close review
will have tiny little specks
of dried-up scrambled eggs.

So says Roald Dahl,
and he should know
of all the disgusting things
found in the beard of a twit,
but no need to hold your noses.

So, what is it these hairy men
are trying to hide?
Is it an ugly face, you ask?
No, not really,
for we are two guys
possessing good thoughts,
which shone out of our faces
like sunbeams,
so we will always look lovely.

Again, Roald Dahl should know:
‘If a person has ugly thoughts,
it begins to show on the face.
And when that person
has ugly thoughts every day,
every week, every year,
the face gets uglier and uglier
until it gets so ugly
you can hardly bear to look at it.’

Even so, on this sand grain day
in the bent bay’s grave
I celebrate and spurn
what would have been
brother Tom’s driftwood
seventy-seventh 
wind turned age,
shall seventy-seven bells sing struck.

— kenne

(Some lines in this poem are from Dylan Thomas’ poem, Poem On His Birthday. My brother loved quoting lines from Dylan Thomas’ poems.)

Remembering Turner On His 76th   6 comments

(Click on any of the tiled images for larger in a slide format.)

Thomas Robert Turner, May 23, 1942 – November 13, 2014
I love you, Bobby!

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

— Dylan Thomas

Click On Tom’s Celebration pdf

Richard Burton Reading, And Death Shall Have No Dominion

Mushrooms On A Log   1 comment

Aspen Loop, hiking, Mt. LemmonMushrooms 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

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Art   2 comments

Two-tailed Swallowtail-0489-2_art blog

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly Grunge Art by kenne

Do not go gentle into that good night
but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— Dylan Thomas

 

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