Early Morning Dreams: The Awakening and Starting All Over — Image by kenne
— Patti Smith, Early Work, 1970-1979
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Charles Bukowski: A Bio Poem
yes,
there was a
Charles Bukowski
sad eyes
weary voice
a poet-recluse
writing about
down and outs
skid row
alcohol
relationships with women
German American
raised catholic
abused
shy, alienated
teenage acne
desperate days of the
great depression
attended
Los Angeles City College
art,
journalism
literature
flirted with the far-right
grew bored
failed a physical and
psychological exam
classified 4-f
“on a Santa Monica Monday.”
first story
published at 24
grew disillusioned
quit writing
“on the sidewalk and in the sun”
ten-year drunk
bleeding ulcer
nearly died
begin writing poetry
first wife
small-town Texas poet
decapitated in India
religious zealots
obscure cult
traumatized by wife’s death
resulting in a powerful series of poems
“I hold fast to me, that’s all there is”
series of muses
a daughter
ten years with post office
wrote a column
“notes of a dirty old man”
quit the post office
decided to starve
full-time writer
a loner
unable to live alone
“because I’ve got
a pocket full of dreams….”
— kenne
Charles Bukowski in Ham On Rye writes of Henry Chinaski, his raw voice alter ego having a beer with Becker:
“. . . I’d like to be a correspondent in Washington, D.C. I’d like to be where big things are happening.”
“Washington’s crap, Becker.”
“And women? Marriage? Children?”
“Crap.”
“Yeah? Well, what do you want?”
“To hide.”
“You poor fuck. You need another beer.”
“All right.”
The beer arrived.
Source: Booktryst
“The difference between life and art is art is more bearable.”
– Charles Bukowski
The Lady Behind The Mask — Image by kenne
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Bourbon Street — Image by kenne
Madonna Abstract — Image by kenne
The Pendulum Has Swung, For Now
All bubbles will burst
Fear as to when
Creating a bubble for now.
Yesterday has gone
Greed wears the
mask of reality.
Tomorrow arrived
A day too early for most
It is better now.
A new adventure
Following the pendulum
Soon gone for now.
Returning in time
With new values
replacing the old.
In a new harmony
Swinging to-and-fro
A fix for now.
kenne
Barn In The Meadow — Image my kenne
Image by kenne
— Nature, Poem 15: The Bee by Emily Dickinson
— from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman,
“Still Life” — Image by kenne
zero and one
zero in nothing
nonentity
one is something
favored
zero is nothingness
it isn’t there
one is being
existence
zero gives meaning
imposing subjectivity
one gives consciousness
imposing objectivity
zero cannot be one
only know one
one cannot be zero
only know zero
zero and one together
shape the imagination
zero and one together
shape the world
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Image by kenne
Let It Shine
Morning awakens the light
Slowly stirring the heart
Revived from the sleeping night
By a singing meadowlark.
Accounting for the moment
Can we ever know
How age built a monument
From what it doesn’t show?
I don’t mind
As long as you know
I will make it shine
By allowing time to slow.
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“Self-portrait” — Image 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
maybe
you can’t
maybe
you’re the problem
not me
all things
are connected
only to be
disconnected
in the head
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
“Place In The Desert” Image by kenne
How will you know when
you are in the right place?
The secret is out!
. . . in a place where
each question
contains the answer.
You will know
that place
when you have
the right feeling —
The secret is out!
Or is it?
What to do
when the feeling
is missing?
. . . sadly,
your place
is not the right place.
kenne
Image by kenne
The cracks grow wider
Though the door is not broken
The sun shines through
Warming the dark corners
Sitting in the morning shadows
The light exposes my scars
Deepen from experiences past
Forming their own shadows
Like cracks by my eyes
The scars are not broken
— kenne
Silhouette Glow
Drawing In Paint — Images by kenne
opposites are one
composing yesteryear’s coldness
stretching through time
standing still in the moment
searching the unrestricted
working with opposites
reassuring in sameness
emphasizing divergence
promising order
pleasing to self
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Anniversary Orchid — Image by kenne
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“Protected By The Rock” Goodding Verbena — Image by kenne
Stood there boldly
Sweatin’ in the sun
Felt like a million
Felt like number one
The height of summer
I’d never felt that strong
Like a rock
— by Bob Seger from the song, “Like A Rock”
Authentic Imperfection — Image by kenne
Like an old tree
standing
along the desert trail
we are not perfect —
growing
old together
recognizing
our imperfection
each step of the way
becoming
more perfect by
authenticating
our imperfection
staying
vulnerable together —
embracing
our essence.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 