In this blog we will share with you our vision of beauty, balance, harmony.

As Mark Leach writes in his book Raw Colour with Pastels: “Sound is all around us, and it is musicians who refine that sound into something of beauty. As a painter, I have always felt that my purpose is to craft colour in a similar way, to see through the confusion and seek harmony and beauty.”

And we add: Words, fragments of sentences, spoken noise is all around us, and Ken arranges words in such a way as to capture beauty in the accidental, the ambient soundtrack of life.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Jeep's Blues

Die letzte Welle - The last Wave 38,5 x 48,5 cm by Karin Goeppert





THE SEARCH

The man who was talking to her said
he once sat naked in candlelight
for hours on a cold hardwood floor   
till someone came along and remarked,
“Maybe you should get out more often.”
He had spent two years in Burma, meditating
every day all day, before returning home to Illinois,
nerves uprooted, digestive tract in an uproar.
“We in the West tend to be literal minded,” he said.
“And greedy. We always want too much of a good thing.”
At a Zen Do in Kyoto the native monks
sneak out for the Japanese equivalent of fried steak
as the Dutch novice slurps down some rice and vegetable
concoction.  Asked to come along, he’s indignant.
J.S. Bach, on night duty at the church boarding school,
composes a cantata silently to himself while listening
to children dream. My half-brother Gary, a little 
league pitcher of some promise, ruins his right arm.
After surgery his parents have him out in the yard
throwing with his left arm. “Why have you come to us?” the
Zen master asks the Dutch novice. “I am searching for
the meaning of life.”—“The meaning of life?” asks the
master. “Ah, that’s easy.” A strict little frown. “Life is a joke. But it
takes much time and hard work and meditation to find this out.”
Far as I know he’s still out there searching for the punch line.  




Jeeps Blues by Duke Ellington

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