Golden Columbine — Image by kenne
Nothing Gold Can Stay
— Robert Frost
Sunset — Image by kenne
Tree Stump On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
— Robert Frost
Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly Photo Artistry by kenne
— Robert Frost
Yellow-eyed Junco — Image by kenne
— Robert Frost
Windswept Grasslands in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Taking inspiration from the likes of Lewis Carroll, Robert Frost and Carl Sandburg.
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Sabino Canyon Panorama after Monsoon Rains, #2 (August 9, 2016) Image by kenne
— from Desert Places by Robert Frost
Lupine Blue Butterfly On Cranesbill Wildflower (August 5, 2016)– Image by kenne
— Robert Frost
“Live Covering Death” — Image by kenne
Now that I have more time to search for a source of inspiration larger than or outside of myself, I desire to generate creative expression my combining poetry and visual art. It is not always easy to tease out the imagination in words or a visual image, but when combined one may be able to create analogous worlds. Edward Hirsch, in Transforming Vision stated that this process is similar to what Robert Frost called “counter-love, original response.”
The Most of It
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree–hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder–broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter–love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush—and that was all.
— Robert Frost
PS: I find inspiration in visual images, whether my own or that of others, from which I try to blend visual and verbal eloquence. One of the best examples of inspiration from visual art is Wallace Stevens “Man with the Blue Guitar” on Pablo Picasso’s “The Old Guitarist.”
Giant Mesquite Bug — Image by kenne
This Giant Mesquite Bug is not on its favorite plant, which is Velvet Mesquite trees — maybe she’s confused!
— Robert Frost
“Nothing Gold Can Stay” — Image by kenne
Nothing Gold Can Stay
– Robert Frost
Bordered Patch Butterfly (October 11, 2014) Images by kenne
— Robert Frost, “Blue-Butterfly Day”
Mountain Marigold
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
“Happy Bees” — Images by kenne
Sea of Cortés Sand Dunes — Image by kenne
Sand Dunes
by Robert Frost
Sea waves are green and wet,
But up from where they die,
Rise others vaster yet,
And those are brown and dry.
They are the sea made land
To come at the fisher town,
And bury in solid sand
The men she could not drown.
She may know cove and cape,
But she does not know mankind
If by any change of shape,
She hopes to cut off mind.
Men left her a ship to sink:
They can leave her a hut as well;
And be but more free to think
For the one more cast-off shell.
Image by kenne
Taking inspiration from the likes of Lewis Carroll, Robert Frost and Carl Sandburg.
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Image by kenne
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
— Robert Frost
Images by kenne
