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Silver-spotted Skipper   Leave a comment

Silver-spotted Skipper — Image by kenne

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight,
and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

― from The Critic as Artist by Oscar Wilde

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


Blackett’s Ridge Trail   1 comment

blackets-trail-thimple-peak-1-of-1-blogBlackett’s Ridge Trail — iPhone Image by kenne

I exist in thought and action,
continually interpreting each
not knowing myself once and for all,
never being present once and for all.

I exist in mind and body,
continually maintaining each
not by what I know, but
by what I don’t know.

I exist to establish connections
between the spiritual and material
sinking to stabilize self by 
staying connected to nature;

knowing that the world is always 
different for each individual,
as it is for my needs, values
and expectations as they evolve.

I exist to understand my being
to think and feel differently by
learning from the poets,
reading poetry every day.

— kenne

Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde




Forty Years Out — Jim Morrison “Come On Baby Light My Fire”   2 comments

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“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.”  — Jim Morrison of The Doors

1971, yes, that was the year. Forty years ago Jim Morrison was found dead in his bath. Forty years ago! A long time ago, but for some of us it seems like yesterday. He was buried four days later in Pere Lachaise in the company of literary greats such as Marcel Proust and Oscar Wilde. What is it about life that allows so much to come out of so little time?

Forty years after his death it is even more obvious that one of his quotes is so true: “Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.”

“If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.”


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