Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Tag

A Friend   1 comment

Romero Pools, Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

A friend is someone whose story you have heard.

— kenne

A Mother’s Boy Remembers His Mom On Mother’s Day   1 comment

Agnes on Valentine’s Day 2004 At Her Assisted Living Facility, Spring Texas — Image by kenne

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did, but people
will never forget how you made them feel.”

Maya Angelou

Easter Is Gone, But Not The Bunny In The Moment   Leave a comment

Easter Is Gone, But Not The Bunny — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Existence only becomes clear through reason;

reason only has content through existence.

By philosophizing, I seek to call attention to the limits of knowledge,

not with the skeptical purpose of disposing of knowledge altogether,

but rather in order to let the truth which always lies just beyond

those limits shine through for a moment.”

— kenne

Property Line Outside Tucson   Leave a comment

Property Line Outside Tucson– Image by kenne

Three Sketches of Anxiety

I’ve got two hands and an urge
to yank out your teeth,

my lover said, dropping the dress
she made from my shirt

to the floor, to see the landscape
a mouth of holes might look like
.

Maybe jagged potholes on a rainslick
street
, she said, climbing over

the bed. Maybe, she winked, a prairie
dog town in West Texas after a flood
.

Curtis Bauer

Rurrenabaque Airport Cafe   Leave a comment

Airport Cafe, Rurrenabaque, Bolivia (RBQ)– 08/19/19 Image by kenne

Rurrenabaque, a port city on the Beni River, is one of the main entrances to the Madidi National Park.

 

Stumble On   Leave a comment

Hiking Shoes — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Stumble On

My hiking shoes rest in the garage

Next to the hiking poles, yet

I continue to stumble on — 

Stumble on down life’s path.

A life of jogging, enduring pain

Followed by a decade of hiking

Enduring pain in an old man’s body,

Yet I continue to stumble on —

Stumble on down life’s path

Trying not to let a stumble

Become a fall on life’s path.

— kenne

 

An Old Man’s Goal   4 comments

self-portrait

An Old Man’s Goal

To walk the earth
as long as I can
feeling the earth
benight my feet
learning from nature
becoming free of my 
own freedom.

— kenne

Sea Of Cortez Sunset   Leave a comment

Sea of Cortez Sunset (02/11/16) — Image by kenne

3/12/86/ #3   I asked my dad why he didn’t worship Ricky Ricardo,
who was Latin, instead of Ward Cleaver who was white.
     Because Ricky Ricardo is not Mexican. He’s Cuban.
     But Ward Cleaver’s not Mexican.
     No, but he’s not Cuban.
     And that was that.

 — from the Aztec love god by Tony Diaz

The Woods Do That To You . . .   1 comment

Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all.
The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost,
like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream,
like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water,
most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or
past manhood and all the living and the dying and the
heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds
as they pass overhead seem to testify
(by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”

–Jack Kerouac

Imitative Realism   2 comments

Imitative Realism — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”

― John Keats

In The Darkness   2 comments

Hall View — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In The Darkness

I sit and stare out
Trying to see through the black
As moments go by.

Black moments aren’t long
Yet can be very scary
View of life changes

A new perspective
Delivering a new worth
On aging and time.

Shaken to the core
Seeing real-life at last
Closeness without fear.

— kenne

Spring Flowers Along The Trail   Leave a comment

Spring Flowers Along The Trail — Image by kenne

“I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing
and defends nothing,
but only knows where
the rarest wildflowers
are blooming…”

— Wendell Berry

What Makes A Poem?   Leave a comment

Kenne David and Katelyn — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A CHILD ASKS WHAT MAKES A POEM?

At the top of the pass
the trail crosses a rockfall,
a slope of loose slate
as old as the mountain,
as deep as the valley below.
Out of the rocks
an arch has been stacked,
straddling the path.
The stones, tall enough
for a tall man, lean at the top
until gravity tips them together
in a curve as clean as the arc
of the earth.
The arch should not stand.
No mortar, no scaffold of sticks.
No tricks of buttress or blocking.
Only this surprising geometry
of stones balanced across the sky.
Not a slate out of place.
Picked from the rockpile
by a painstaking hand,
the chosen few remain,
stacked by shape
and grain and weight.
At the top of the world, a gate.

Lanny Ledeboer:

Katelyn (03/15/17) — Image by kenne

Zion National Park   Leave a comment

Zion National Park (June 10, 2014) — Image by kenne

A park not to love
Dramatic rock formations
Ancient rocks of art.

Ansel Adams views
At the push of a button
We are the keepers.

— kenne

Growing Old Together   Leave a comment

Growing Old Together — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete,
until another heart whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”

― Plato

 

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