Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Tag

Somewhere In Our Past   Leave a comment

Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!

We are not alone.
The world is changing,
and we  are part of that transformation.
The angels guide and protect us.

— Paulo Coelho

Fall Shadows On The Mountain   Leave a comment

Fall Shadows On The Mountain — Image by kenne

What would shadows be without light?

What would light be without shadows?

So much of what existence  is all about,

One can not exist do without the other.

— kenne

We Took Our Hearts Full Pleasure   1 comment

Nude (1990) — Abstract Art by kenne

 

My Voice

Within the restless, hurried, modern world
    We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ships are furled,
    And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
    For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion
    And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
    No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
    That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

— Oscar Wilde

 

To The Moon   Leave a comment

To the Moon

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Oak Tree Gall   Leave a comment

Oak Tree Gall — Image by kenne

“If you cannot trust yourself,
you cannot even trust your mistrust of yourself –
so that without this underlying trust in the whole system
of nature you are simply paralyzed.”

— Alan W. Watts

Desert Abstract Art   1 comment

Desert Abstract Art-72Desert Abstract Art by kenne

The colors of earth and sky
come together to paint
my Sonoran desert picture.

It’s beauty is in the contrasts
that blend together
creating a Zen moment

in time where old and new
mark our existence
in the presence of nature.

— kenne

There was only our bodies . . .   3 comments

“Body of an Old Man Sitting Under the Stars” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“There was only our bodies, born to live and die on terms decided by the bodies
that had lived and died before us. If he could be said to have located
a philosophical niche for himself, that was it – he’d come upon it early and intuitively,
and however elemental, that was the whole of it.”

— from Everyman by Philip Roth

WALLS — Constantine P. Cavafy   1 comment

Konstantinos_Kavafis-72Constantine P. Cavafy

My good friend Tom Marley recently introduced me to Cavafy’s poetry. 

 

“The poet makes a personal yet universal confession about the walls that bring suffocation to his life.
These walls are related to the social structure, the economy, religion, and much more.
The worst thing is not the existence of these walls, of these limitations of the free development
but the fact that the walls were created before us, so we cannot even notice
their existence and fight against them.”

Walls

With no consideration, no pity, no shame,
they have built walls around me, thick and high.
And now I sit here feeling hopeless.
I can’t think of anything else: this fate gnaws my mind –
because I had so much to do outside.
When they were building the walls, how could I not have noticed!
But I never heard the builders, not a sound.
Imperceptibly they have closed me off from the outside world.

— Constantine P. Cavafy

 

 

 

Time   2 comments

Sunset On Blackett's RidgeTime– Image by kenne

Left behind as the sun rushes toward a destiny,

time does not flow in a continuous stream

from past into future like the position of the sun

as we begin to feel foolish waiting for it to set.

 

The present moment is part of what’s about to happen,

“now” becoming a prologue to more things to come

giving us more room to stay in the moment

and your future, a past you remember.

— kenne

 

Art Student In The Canyon   1 comment

Art In The Canyon-art-72Art Student In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

You may care not to admit it, but we all spend time thinking about our relationship to the universe, and all things that are connected. However, because of divergent forces inside each of us, we may spend time running from ourselves.

Some of the ways you are becoming focused on vicarious experiences, such as reading a mystery novel or playing computer games. We might also join a religion or political movement.

These acts involve little to no risk since there is little chance our connections with others becoming an objectification of who we really are. There is much evidence to show that running from self behavior is the result of an attitude managed by the dominant side of your brain.

You’re probably beginning to think, “. . . now we are going to get some of this right brain/left brain bull-shit!” Don’t worry, no brain theory this time.

However, call it what you may (left brain/right brain, head/heart, male/female sides, yin/yang, intellect/intuition), we all have exhibited behavior based on attitudes of self associated with the “head” — analytical, systematic, logical, objective, or intellectual. In our culture, organized groups (institutions) reinforce this behavior. We are told how “smart” we are; how “orderly” we are; how “logical” we are. We are considered well-grounded — what better for group identity!

On the other hand, if our behavior is considered coming from the “heart” — impulsive, artistic, romantic, creative, daring or intuitive — our behavior is looked upon as being unrealistic, unreliable, unstable, and unfocused. “She’s not a responsible child, but she’s happy and a lot of fun,” people would say.

The point is that an enormous number of forces exist inside of us between the head and the heart, which are struggling for control self. These forces can cause you to take the path of least resistance — allowing one side to win over the other. For instance, the dominant side will choose between opposites in a two-dimensional relationship. One can represent harmony, the other conflict, two basic forms of human interaction. Selecting between these two opposites results in zero communication and the desolation of self.

On the other hand, we can take the path least traveled — pushing the head and heart together, not allowing one side to win. The result of pushing harmony and conflict together is the creation of a third dimension, which represents autonomous and creative communication, among others, and the actual development of self. By allowing one side to win over the other, we draw a line between “what you think” and the “power to think.” The power to think only exists in this third dimension.

— kenne
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Left Brain, Right Brain Magic:

While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now, while doing this, draw the number “6” in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Why? It’s a mystery!

“The More It Stays The Same.”   3 comments

Old Jules-artJack “Old Jules” Purcell — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In June of 2006 Old Jules wrote on his blog So Far From Heaven “The More It Stays The Same.”

I hadn’t watched Easy Rider (Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson, circa 1968) in three decades.

When I saw it again this past weekend I appreciated it again for the first time:

Nicholson: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.

Hopper: Huh. Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened, man. Hey, we can’t even get into like, uh, second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel. You dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or something, man. They’re scared, man.

Nicholson: Oh, they’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.

Hopper: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.

Nicholson: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.

Hopper: What the hell’s wrong with freedom, man? That’s what it’s all about.

Nicholson: Oh yeah, that’s right, that’s what it’s all about, all right. But talkin’ about it and bein’ it – that’s two different things.

I mean, it’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace.

‘Course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are.

Oh yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ’em.

Hopper: Mmmm, well, that don’t make ’em runnin’ scared.

Nicholson: No, it makes ’em dangerous.

Three young men searching for America who found it wasn’t what they bargained for.

Jack

The Poet Is Sighing   1 comment

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-2-Art-72A Jackson Square Morning — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The fog begins to lift
cobblestones still wet
from a passing shower —
the poet is sighing.

Cathedral bells ring
pigeons flying off
leaving their home —
the poet is sighing.

I can lose myself
in the French Quarter
in its endless embrace —
the poet is sighing.

Deep shadows in
alleys behind iron gates
guarding tropical courtyards —
the poet is sighing.

A lone musician
plays a jazz tune
not seen, but heard —
the poet is sighing.

Artists make their way
down to the square where
they hang their painting —
the poet is signing.

Morning life in the square
repeats again and again
the movement of generations —
the poet is signing.

A child of the mist
catches my attention
in my camera’s eye —
the poet is signing.

We bookmark each moment
looking at you again,
Renaissance and me —
the poet is signing.

— kenne

To Lean Back Into It   Leave a comment

Director-Edit-1-art-72Photo-Artistry by kenne

to lean back into it

like in a chair the color of the sun
as you listen to lazy piano music
and the aircraft overhead are not
at war.
where the last drink is as good as
the first
and you realize that the promises
you made yourself were
kept.
that’s plenty.
that last: about the promises:
what’s not so good is that the few
friends you had are
dead and they seem
irreplacable.
as for women, you didn’t know enough
early enough
and you knew enough
too late.
and if more self-analysis is allowed: it’s
nice that you turned out well-
honed,
that you arrived late
and remained generally
capable.
outside of that, not much to say
except you can leave without
regret.
until then, a bit more amusement,
a bit more endurance,
leaning back
into it.
like the dog who got across
the busy street:
not all of it was good
luck.

– Charles Bukowski

Coronavirus Time   3 comments

Kenne Self-protrate art blog IIIImage by kenne

I am an old man
Each day sheltering in place
The damage is done.

Early morning walks
Many new walkers pass by
No stopping to talk.

Coronavirus
Still on a stubborn plateau
We fight off the stress.

In a new normal
Public places restricted
Times are abnormal.

Zoom and Facetime
The way we stay connected
Your time is my time.

— kenne

A Pandemic Picture   3 comments

See ItImage by kenne

see this picture

a pandemic picture

not really

it’s not clear

so little information

not able to reason

observation void

or is it

some will reason

based on blind faith

indifferent to the truth

yet people believe

it is the truth

rather than asking

is it the truth

coronavirus exist

fed on indifference

to the truth

prompt with careless moods

minus the circumstances

left to question

only at death

a pandemic where

warriors stand

and truth died in

presidential updates

no longer accepting

only asking

is it the truth

— kenne

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