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We Have Everything And We Have Nothing   Leave a comment

kenne (1 of 1)-3-Edit-art-72Self-portrait (Photo-Artistry)

I’m now in my 16th year of retirement. Still, like a lot of retired people, I stay very busy, working as a volunteer naturalist in Sabino Canyon, where we teach children about nature, leading nature walks and hikes on the many trails in Sabino Canyon. When I’m not volunteering, I spend my time doing creative things, usually after morning conditioning activities.

Over the years, I have created an extensive iTunes library of music and recorded poetry and psychology. This morning while walking in the neighborhood, I had my iTunes library on shuffle, and two of my non-music recordings of authors came on; Charles Bukowski, “Something for the Touts, the Nuns, the Grocery Clerks and You” and Alan Watts lecture titled “Insides and Outsides.” It was spiritual.

Alan Watts — Insides and Outsides (audio)

Charles Bukowski Video

We have everything, and we have nothing
Some do it well enough for a while and then give way
Fame gets them or disgust or age or lack of proper diet or ink across the eyes or children in college
Or new cars or broken backs while skiing in Switzerland
Or new politics or new wives
Or just natural change and decay —
The man you knew yesterday hooking for ten rounds or drinking for three days and three nights by the Sawtooth mountains now
just something under a sheet or a cross, or a stone, or under an easy delusion
Or packing a bible or a golf bag or a briefcase
How they go, how they go!
All the ones you thought would never go
Days like this, like your day today
Maybe the rain on the window trying to get through to you
What do you see today?
What is it? Where are you?
The best days are sometimes the first, sometimes the middle, and even sometimes the last.
The vacant lots are not bad
Churches in Europe on postcards are not bad?
People in wax museums frozen into their best sterility are not bad?
Horrible, but not bad?
The cannons, think of the cannon
And toast for breakfast and coffee hot enough to know your tongue is still there
Three geraniums outside a window, trying to be red and trying to be pink and trying to be geraniums
No wonder sometimes the women cry
No wonder the mules don’t wanna go up the hill.
One more good day, a little bit of it
Enough and not enough

Arcs and pilgrims, oranges, gutters, ferns, antibodies, boxes of
tissue paper
In the most decent sometimes sun
There is the softsmoke feeling from urns
And the canned sound of old battleplanes
And if you go inside and run your finger along the window ledge, you’ll find dirt, maybe even earth
And if you look out the window, there will be the day
And as you get older you’ll keep looking, keep looking
Sucking your tongue in a little
Ah, ah, no, no, maybe

We have everything, and we have nothing.

— Charles Bukowski

Ala Videon Watts and Charles Bukowski Video

Trying to Understand Why   Leave a comment

kenne (1 of 1)-3 art_blogSelf Portrait by kenne

Why! 

Trying to understand why
Only to be shattered
By the emotions of others.

Still, I will stubbornly
Continue seeking answers
By connecting dots —

Dots that blow in the wind
Like the tumbleweeds
No longer grounded

Fueling fires of fear
Widening the desert
Of intellectual ignorance.

— kenne

The Person You Were And The Person You Become   1 comment

Kenne with Pipe-2-Edit-4-72.jpgSelf-portrait with a picture of Katie on the Wall (Approximately 1979)

“No one can tell what goes on in between
the person you were and the person you become.

No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell.
There are no maps of the change.
You just come out the other side.
Or you don’t.”

— Stephen King; The Stand

Posted December 31, 2018 by kenneturner in Information, Photography, Photoshop, Quote

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Still Asking “Why?”   5 comments

kenne (1 of 1) April 2015-Edit-2 blogPhoto-Artistry Self-portrait by kenne

Why? 

Trying to understand why
Only to be shattered
By the emotions of others.

Still, I will stubbornly
Continue seeking answers
By connecting the dots —

Dots that blow in the wind
Like the tumbleweeds
No longer grounded

Fueling fires of fear
Widening the desert
Of intellectual ignorance.

— kenne

A Place To Start — II   Leave a comment

Rose Sunset kenneDigital Art by kenne

place to start

you say

look at you
kenne g
you have taken
multi-tasking
to a felt

you need
to be
more
focused
uncomplicated

i say

information is good
opinion
music
poetry
digital art

all are good
but look at you
you are
inexorable
demurred

i say
i do what
i do
because
i can

all things
are connected
only to be
disconnected
in the mind

i choose
to stay
linked
open
secret places

plant seeds
harvest thoughts
bundle ideas
but you discard
mind droppings

i mix and match
generating energy
forming inspiration
feeling the heat
boiling

see the stream
it’s all
shit
the shit’s
shit

generating food
for tomorrow’s ideas
powering the music
stand up
dance

when i’m not here
there will be a
place to start
to add
to my bundle

kenne

Poolside In Tucson   6 comments

Poolside blog IIPoolside, January 15th — Computer Art by kenne

Poolside

sun and blue sky
sunscreen and music
seaweed hat and hot tub
birthday 77 — thankful
more sunscreen
alone, why
existential moment
searching for clarity
becoming entangled
more sunscreen
music plays on
time present
time past
now, conditions
timeless moments
caught in limitation
being and un-being
feeling easy
cause for wonder
sudden shift in
sunlight
more sunscreen

— kenne

In Search Of Nothingness — “What?”   1 comment

Self-Portrait 

The more I learn about myself
the less I know about others.

I feel good about who I am,
questioning the good of others.

I may understand my behavior,
wondering about that of others.

This may change with a renewal
of dialogue among humans.

I accept who I have become,
I accept the responsibility for me.

I accept my humanness, but
not the organization of society.

To live in the actual world,
we develop an ability to cope.

By coping, I first came to know,
before I came to know-nothingness,

thus having an opposite for interaction,
allowing me to continue to search

sometimes not putting forth enough effort,
causing anxiety, guilt, and despair.

I am able to know by being in the moment,
I am able to know-nothingness by becoming.

The more I am able to know-nothingness
the more I am able to achieve enlightenment

by living life according to my possibilities
as I am able to actualize them.

— kenne

In the beginning was the relationship.

— Martin Buber

Seattle, Joy and Kenne_20090901_0095_art blog“What?” — Image by a Fellow Traveler

 

 

 

 

 

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