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Time Moves On   2 comments

Kenne George Turner

A human being is here
and then disappears
in a wind
that vanishes
inwards
and meets the rock’s movements
and becomes meaning
in always new unity
of what is
and what is not
in a silence
where wind
becomes wind
where meaning
becomes meaning
in lost movement
of everything that has been
and at once is
from an origin
where the sound carried the meaning
before the word divided itself
and since then never left us
But it is
in all past and it is in all future
and it is
in something
that doesn’t exist
in its vanishing border
between what has been
and what shall come
It is infinite and without distance
in the same movement
It clears up
and disappears
and remains
while it disappears

— from A Human Being Is Here by Jon Fosse

Posted February 20, 2024 by kenneturner in Black & White Photography, Capturing the Moment, Existential Moment, Information, Photography, Poetry, Tucson Arizona

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the turner boys — somewhere i have never travelled   3 comments

Turner Boyskenne and bobby — images by joy & kenne

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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what is is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

— e.e. cummings

My brother first shared this poem October 14, 2005, which was E. E. Cummings birthday.

Posted November 18, 2014 by kenneturner in Art, Family, Information, Life, Photography, Poetry, video

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