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Blackett’s Ridge Trail Sunset — Festive andFree-Floating   Leave a comment

Blacketts Sunset-Edit-2-72-2Blackett’s Ridge Trail Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

It’s the way we move toward each other
at night, tired, giddy after a day together
or a day apart, flush with newborn plans

for a holiday from daily life, in reality.
We are festive and free-floating. We are
poured out like a bucket of wild berries.

— from “Summer Surprised Us” by Edward Hirsch

Mariposa Lilies   3 comments

Mariposa Lily-72Mariposa Lilies (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne

Life has to have the plenitude of art.

— Edward Hirsch

The Truth   Leave a comment

Rose Lake July 2013Rose Lake, Santa Catalina Mountains — Digital Art by kenne

One imagines him as a prodigious morning walker
And a lonely metaphysician pausing in the park,

A rose rabbi, a sturdy man on a wide path
Dreaming of a sky washed clean by doubt.

One pictures him under the umbrella
Pines and buttonwoods on the way to work,

Imagination’s largest thinker conjuring up
Songs of human radiance twanging in the mist.

One thinks of him by the lake in a rain:
Mirrors on mirrors mirroring the emptiness.

— from At the Grave of Wallace Stevens by Edward Hirsch

 

 

“counter–love, original response”   Leave a comment

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“Live Covering Death” — Image by kenne

Now that I have more time to search for a source of inspiration larger than or outside of myself, I desire to generate creative expression my combining poetry and visual art. It is not always easy to tease out the imagination in words or a visual image, but when combined one may be able to create analogous worlds. Edward Hirsch, in Transforming Vision stated that this process is similar to what Robert Frost called “counter-love, original response.”

The Most of It

He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree–hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder–broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter–love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush—and that was all.

— Robert Frost

PS: I find inspiration in visual images, whether my own or that of others, from which I try to blend visual and verbal eloquence. One of the best examples of inspiration from visual art is Wallace Stevens “Man with the Blue Guitar” on Pablo Picasso’s “The Old Guitarist.”

 

It’s A Beautiful Day Painting   1 comment

Sunset (1 of 1) art II blog“It’s A Beautiful Day” — Computer Painting by kenne

“I woke up to voices speaking of love,
always leading me forward, leading me on,
taking me from the bedroom to the study
in the early morning or late at night,
emanations that seemed to come from night
itself, from leaves opening in the study
where many lives flow together as one
life, my own, these ventures in love.”

— Edward Hirsch

“We choose love over fear.”

Answers Lie Beyond The Open Windows And Doors   Leave a comment

Virginia City Buildings (1 of 1) grunge art II blog Windows And Doors — Grunge Art by kenne

(The Fortune-teller’s Words to the Poet)

The way downward is easy from Avernus.
Black Dis’s door stands open night and day.
But to retrace your steps to heaven’s air,

There is the trouble, there is the hard task.
And now he is wandering through a labyrinth
Of dead-end corridors and empty tunnels,

Broken mirrors and smudged signs pointing
Nowhere, voices echoing like footsteps
In the iron hallways. Listen to me:

If you want to become more than a shadow
Among shadows, you must carry back the memory
Of your father disintegrating in your arms,

You must bring words that will console others,
You must believe in stairs leading upward
To summer’s resplendent, celestial blues.”

— from the poem “Sortes Virgilianae” by Edward Hirsch

Capturing The Moment — 12/13/14 Sunset Images   4 comments

Sunset (1 of 1)_art 12-13-14Sunset, 12/13/14 — Computer Painting by kenne

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At this hour the soul is like a yellow wing

slipping through the treetops, a little ecstatic

cloud hovering over the sidewalks, calling out

to the approaching night, Amaze me, amaze me,” . . .

— from “Poor Angels” by Edward Hirsch

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