Archive for the ‘Rainer Maria Rilke’ Tag

Hiking In The Age Of Social Distancing   4 comments

Social Distancing Hiking-B@W-72Hiking In The Age Of Social Distancing — Image by kenne

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
    enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
    enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother’s face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

Rainer Maria Rilke

A Grove of Saguaros   2 comments

Saguaro Family-2-Edit-art-72A Grove of Saguaros in Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

And now we welcome the new year,

full of things that have never been.

— Ranier Maria Rilke

 

Mr. Joe — December 2003   Leave a comment

Mr.JoePhoto-72Mr. Joe (December 21, 2003) — Image and poem by kenne

This image and poem predate selfies and my blog.
Why is the poem addressed to “Mr. Joe?”
I have no idea.
“Do not seek answers
which cannot be given you . . .”

— kenne

 

Over The Wall   1 comment

Patio Mountain Views-7825-Edit-1-art-72Over The Wall — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

Mexican Metalmark –Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Mexican Metalmark-Edit-1-art-blogMexican Metalmark –Photo-Artistry by kenne

Surely all art is the result of one’s having been in danger,
of having gone through an experience all the way to the end,
where no one can go any further.

— Rainer Maria Rilke

Digital Art — Swallowtail Butterfly   1 comment

Butterfly-3256 DP blogTwo-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Digital Painting by kenne

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart —
Try to love the questions themselves.

Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given
Because you would not be able to live them.

And the point is . . . To live everything.
Live the question now.

Perhaps you will then gradually (without noticing it)
Live along some distant day into the answer.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

 

Sunset   Leave a comment

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Sunset--2 blog IISunset Panoramas (May 30, 2017) — Three Merged Photographs by kenne

Sunset

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

— Rainer Maria Rilke

 

Lodge Between Rainer Maria Rilke and Ray Wylie Hubbard   Leave a comment

Somewhere between reading Rainer Maria Rilke and listening to Ray Wylie Hubbard’s CD, “The Grifter’s Hymnal,” the following just flowed out — as usual, no rewrite, you get what you see.

THE BODY SLOWS ME DOWN

The body slows me down,
but the blood still flows,
the soul hasn’t slowed
fostering a deep and
necessary intimacy with life.

The body slows me down,
but I count my blessing
without a 60-cycle hum,
freed from habitual
trains of thought.

The body slows me down,
but the poets still, please
with a taste of bittersweet chocolate,
burning through the words
manifested in music.

The body slows me down,
but my mind leads the
way to an enigmatic mystery,
seeking a Rilke Maria’s moment
freed by Ray Wylie’s applause.

The body slows me  down,
but I keep running
from the ghosts that
keep on coming
around the bend.

The body slows me down,
but its dividing outline
is no longer there
providing a membrane
between inner and outer worlds.

The body slows me down,
but I can still hum 
Polk Salad Sally,
framing cosmic image
descending from invisible heights.

The body slows me down,
but I still use my imagination
to inspire conscious thinking,
allowing “the damn fox
do what a damn fox does.”

kenne

“The days I keep my gratitude higher than my expectations, I have really good days.”
— Ray Wylie Hubbard

 

Sunset Over The San Juan Islands — Live Everything   1 comment

Lummi Island Sunset (1 of 1)_art blogSunset Over the San Juan Islands — Image by kenne

Forming an archipelago in the northwest corner of the contiguous United States, the San Juan Islands are between the US mainland and Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada and are part of the U.S. state of Washington.

— kenne

“Be patient toward all that

is unsolved in your heart

and try to love the questions themselves,

like locked rooms and like books that

are now written in a very foreign tongue.

Do not now seek the answers,

which cannot be given you because

you would not be able to live them.

And the point is,

to live everything.

Live the questions now.

Perhaps you will then gradually,

without noticing it,

live along some distant day

into the answer.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke
(from Tom Turner’s book of quotes and notes)

Water Lily — Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Huntington (1 of 1)-2 blogWater Lily — Grunge Art by kenne

“After all, works of art are always the result of one’s having been in danger,
of having gone through an experience all the way to the end,
to where no one can go any further. The further one goes, the more private,
the more personal, the more singular an experience becomes
and the thing one is making is, finally, the necessary, irrepressible,
and, as nearly as possible, definitive utterance of this singularity…”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

Blogging Since November, 2005   1 comment

The following contains copy of a posting one year after starting a blog in November of 2005. I began a draft of this post in November 2014.
There have been a few distractions since then.

San Antonio, April 2009The Blue Door — Computer Art by kenne

Prose and Photography, like Life, has its own Justification.

One year ago, 135 entries later and approximately 9,500 views, this blog began with the purpose of sharing existence through the experience of one with the desire to generate other views on our place in time and space.  In doing so, I have come to the realization that this poetic gesture may be nothing more than bullshit to someone else.

So, on this anniversary I’m taking this moment to share a few words from the renowned moral philosopher, Harry G. Frankfurt:

“One of the most salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit. Everyone knows this.  Each of us contributes his share.”

And I would add, some more than others. But then, one person’s truth is someone else’s bullshit.

“As conscious beings, we exist only in response to other things, and we cannot know ourselves at all without knowing them. Moreover, there is nothing in theory, and certainly nothing in experience, to support the extraordinary judgment that it is the truth about himself that is the easiest for a person to know. Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to skeptical dissolution.  Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial – notoriously less stable and less inherent than the nature of other things.  And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.” 

This view may cause some confusion. But, not in our upside-down world in which the normal order of things seem to be completely reversed. This often exist because the, “. . .more you try to stay on top of water the more you sink; but when you try to sink, you float.” Effort is good, but effort exceeded can have the reverse effect. The key is knowing how to assess the effort.

. . .remember to assess the effort, but poetry and photography, like life, has its own justification.

kenne

. . . from Turner’s notes — 

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” 

— Rainer Maria Rilke

Born A “Tweener”, I’m Lodge Between Rainer Maria Rilke and Ray Wylie Hubbard   4 comments

Somewhere between reading Rainer Maria Rilke and listening to Ray Wylie Hubbard’s latest CD, “The Grifter’s Hymnal,” the following just flowed out — as usual, no rewrite, you get what you see.

THE BODY SLOWS ME DOWN

The body slows me down,
but the blood still flows,
the soul hasn’t slowed
fostering a deep and
necessary intimacy with life.

The body slows me down,
but I count my blessing
without a 60-cycle hum,
freed from habitual
trains of thought.

The body slows me down,
but the poets still, please
with a taste of bittersweet chocolate,
burning through the words
manifested in music.

The body slows me down,
but my mind leads the
way to an enigmatic mystery,
seeking a Rilke Maria’s moment
freed by Ray Wylie’s applause.

The body slows me  down,
but I keep running
from the ghosts that
keep on coming
around the bend.

The body slows me down,
but its dividing outline
is no longer there
providing a membrane
between inner and outer worlds.

The body slows me down,
but I can still hum 
Polk Salad Sally,
framing cosmic image
descending from invisible heights.

The body slows me down,
but I still use my imagination
to inspire conscious thinking,
allowing “the damn fox
do what a damn fox does.”

kenne

“The days I keep my gratitude higher than my expectations, I have really good days.”
— Ray Wylie Hubbard

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