
“A Galaxy Far, Far Away” — Abstract Art On A Cedar Plank by kenne
I have envied the four-moon planet.
— The Notebooks of Robert Frost
“A Galaxy Far, Far Away” — Abstract Art On A Cedar Plank by kenne
— The Notebooks of Robert Frost
Arizona Beggarticks Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Flower Gathering
I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I’ve been long away.
— Robert Frost
October On the Mountain — Photo-Artistry by kenne
OCTOBER
— Robert Frost
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.
— kenne
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