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MASH In The Age Of Coronavirus   2 comments

MASHthesheaf.com

 

 

Posted April 3, 2020 by kenneturner in Information, Pandemic, video

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“. . . how beautiful he looked, veering away”   Leave a comment

Turkey Vultures March 2013One Beautiful Bird (Turkey Vulture) — Image by kenne

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, ‘My dear bird, we are wasting time
here.
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.’ But how
beautiful
he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
sea-light
over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
and
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes–
What a sublime end of one’s body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death.

— Robinson Jeffers

Turkey Vultures leaving their overnight stay along the Tanque Verde Wash as they continue their migration north.

 

Sabino Creek, February 2020   1 comment

Sabino Creek-72Sabino Creek Below The Dam In Sabino Canyon — Image and video by kenne

DeGrazia Music Room, Gallery In The Sun   1 comment

“I want to be notorious rather than famous. Fame has too much responsibility. People forget you are human.”
– Ettore “Ted” DeGrazia

DeGrozia GalleryDeGrazia Music Room at The Gallery of The Sun — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Ted DeGrazia earned two undergraduate degrees — one in music education, one in fine art and a master’s of fine arts. Known as Arizona’s most prolific artist, it is understandable that most people may not be aware of his shared dual passions for art and music.  Both helped him pay his way through college, painting during the day and leading his big band at night at Tucson’s Fox Theater.

His love of music was passed on to his son, Domingo DeGrazia, who today has his own band, the Domingo DeGarzia Spanish Guitar Band. We first saw Domingo and his band perform at the annual festival, La Fiesta de Guadalupe at the Gallery of the Sun.

Domingo DeGarzia’s Spanish Guitar Band

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Slideshow — La Fiesta de Guadalupe at the Gallery of the Sun (December 18, 2016)
— Images by kenne

 

Mensching’s Train Room Open House   4 comments

It’s the Holiday Season and what better time for Joe and Ricki Mensching to hold an open house for their train room, which takes up the space of their three-car garage. Ricki had asked me if I would take some photos, five are in this posting. Click here to see all 25 photos.

I also took five video clips, which I edited into a short movie of the Train Room Open House. 

— kenne

Train Room-9-72

Train Room-16-72

Train Room-18.72

Train Room-25.72

Train Room-2-72Mensching’s Train Room Open House — Images & Video By kenne

 

The Blast of The Self   1 comment

Aspen Draw Fall Colors 2013-8364 blog IIAn Aspen Fall — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In a letter dated 4/26/03, by brother Tom wrote:

“I am in the midst of ‘trying’ to memorize a poem . . .
‘Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour’ by Wallace Stevens . . .
never mind why . . .
although the exercise was triggered by a piece by
George Steiner in which he wrote:

‘The danger is that the text or music will lose what physics
calls its ‘critical mass,’ its implosive powers within
the echo chambers of the self.'”

Tom was aware that what is committed to memory
and susceptible to recall constitutes  “The Blast of  The Self,”
an intensity of outward attention — interest, curiosity,
a healthy obsession was a motivation stronger
even than love or hatred or fear.

— kenne

Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour

Light the first light of evening, as in a room 

In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:

Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.

Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one…
How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.

— Wallace Stevens

When Humanity Is Suffering, We Turn To Poets   5 comments

Katie's Painting - 99 framed-II-72Untitled Image by Katie Turner Bailey (1999)

IF —

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

— Rudyard Kipling

if…else statement

Izzy was his name
Looking to execute “if”
Condition is true

True was his game
Looking to execute “else”
Condition is false

— kenne

Posted October 10, 2019 by kenneturner in Art, Information, Poetry

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