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Facepainting   Leave a comment

Facepainting (The Woodlands Art Festival, April 2008) — Image by kenne

              All women are wounded
Who gather  berries, dibble in mottled light,
Turn white roots from humus, crack nuts on stone
High upland with squinted eye
              or rest in cedar shade.

— from Praise for Sick Women by Gary Snyder

Corner Shadows   Leave a comment

Corner Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Mother’s Boy   5 comments

Mother’s Boy (August 26, 2006) — Image by Joy

In the summer of 2006, we spent three months trying to get rid of a systemic infection that resulted from hip surgery.
Mother passed away on September 8, 2006, only a couple of weeks after Joy took this picture.
Everyone had convinced me that she was ready to stop fighting —
the pain was too much.

— kenne

*****

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

— C. S. Lewis

An Oldie But Goodie   1 comment

Patio Art (December 2005) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Pinwheel and windmill

Standing tall with the jade plant

In patio pot.

— kenne

The Blanton Project Revisited   Leave a comment

The Blanton Project Cover (Oil Field Girls, 1940, by JerryBywaters) — Image by kenne

In 2009, Borderlands — Texas Poetry Review published a Special Ekphrastic Poetry Issue.

Founded in 1992, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review was created to respond to the Gulf War and is a literary journal based in Austin, Texas. They publish poetry, visual art, book reviews, and essays. The journal continues to garner a national readership, distributed across the U.S., with contributors worldwide. 

The 2009 special issue contains 89 ekphrastic poems written about works of art in the Jack S. Blanton Museum of Art at the University of Texas at Austin, one of the largest university art museums in the U.S. In March of 2009, the Writers in Performance Series at Lone Star College — Montgomery presented The Blanton Project, where some of the poets read their ekphrastic poems. One such poem was Oil Field Girls on the Jerry Bywaters painting, Oil Field Girls.

Oil Field Girls

Blue skies and the open road

until an hour and a half beyond San Angelo

and the highway yields to brazen curves.

It’s not their thumbs

that make you slow the red Road roadster,

nor even the vestal boots

that look to plant a few fresh kicks.

As stately as an oil rig

set beneath miasmic clouds,

they beckon restless wanderers

who never staked a wildcat claim.

These desperate locals travel lightly

yet do not need a map

to know which way is out.

Because it does not do to gawk,

you press your bootles foot against the gas

and hope next curve to find a Coke.

— Steven G. Kellman

After the readings were completed, the poets were invited to a reception at my home. 
Click here to see photos from the reading and the reception.

— kenne

“The Dean” — Looking Back   1 comment

“The Dean” (November 8, 2001) — HDR Image Taken With My Camera
Lone Star College — Montgomery

There’s a long list of things I have done, and looking back, I don’t know how —
regardless, it’s always about perseverance.

— kenne

Eat My Monkey!   2 comments

James (May 9, 2010) — Image by kenne

Look mommy, no hands!

Chase — December 24, 2005   Leave a comment

Chase (December 24, 2005) — Image by kenne
(The pillow he is resting on, we still have it on our couch.)

“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes.
But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls!”

— Ted Grant

 

Lake Robbins Bridge   Leave a comment

Lake Robbins Bridge, The Woodlands, Texas (2003) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We should be blessed if we lived in the present always,

and took advantage of every accident that befell us,

like the grass which confesses the influence of the

slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our

time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities . . .

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

— Henry David Thoreau

The Blues On Campus   1 comment

The Blues On Campus (Lone Star College, Montgomery – 02/19/03) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The blues are the roots and the other musics are the fruits.
It’s better keeping the roots alive,
because it means better fruits from now on.
The blues are the roots of all American music.
As long as American music survives, so will the blues.”

— Willie Dixon (1915–1992)

A Christmas Family Album   12 comments

(Click on any image to see in a slideshow format.)

Christmas Over The Last Couple of Decades — Images by kenne 

Lake Robbins Bridge — A Flashback   1 comment

Lake Robbins Bridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Lost
 

Drawn within its midst
Are signs that could be comprehended
The same signs I thought I could interpret
These signs seem to be nothing
They could mean something
Still in these unknown dreams

It’s snippet visions of flashback
Clicking like the camera’s shutter
Blindsided by the flash
Surrounded by a support swarm of bees
Hope and dream maybe it’s own fantasy

Could be the dreams that I thought of
The dreams that I could have wished
A dream that could be a tell-all tale
This dream could be just a fantasy
Maybe a fate of its own destiny
If I could only get its true impact

This interpretation could be crossroads
A crossroad that could answer it all
It could free me or imprison me
Could be the downfall or success
Maybe an ending with sorrow or joy
Might be answered in my next lifeline

— Sarah Mutabari

Celebrating Walt Whitman   3 comments

Lowell Mick White Reading at the 2008 Walt Whitman Birthday Celebration in Conroe, Texas — Image by kenne

A Supermarket in California

  What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I
walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-
conscious looking at the full moon.
   In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the
neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
   What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping
at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in
the tomatoes!—and you, García Lorca, what were you doing
down by the watermelons?

   I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking
among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
   I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork
chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
   I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following
you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
   We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary
fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and
never passing the cashier.

   Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
    (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the 
supermarket and feel absurd.)
   Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add
shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely.
   Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue
automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
   Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what
America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you
got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear
on the black waters of Lethe?

— Allen Ginsberg

Right Place At The Right Time   2 comments

Lake Woodlands Sea Serpent (1996) — Image by kenne

Right Place At The Right Time

Dressed for work, I open
the front door to a sun
masked in a morning fog.
Immediately, an image came  
to mind of the Lake Woodlands 
sea serpent five miles to the east.
Quickly, I grab a camera and
a tripod knowing the image
I was seeking could be gone
by the time I got to the lake.
My camera, loaded with
a roll of twenty-four exposures
I carefully mount it onto the
tripod near the lakeshore.
Camera settings for shooting
in fog can be challenging,
so I decided to take eight shots,
bracketing each allowing for three
exposures for each shot I would take.
Days later, after the film was developed,
I get the result I wanted — eight great
photographs three of which remain mounted
in a grouping on our living room wall.
I still have the original negatives for being
in the right place at the right time.

— kenne

 

Daughter’s Delight — Love Is In The Air   Leave a comment

My mother, Agnes, talking to son, Tom as granddaughter, Katie looks on (04/11/04) — Image by kenne 

Love is in the air

A narrative not needed

The eyes tell it all.

— kenne

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