Thursday, 26 November 2009

View with Beach and Piers



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View from the Dunes with Beach and Piers, Domburg: Piet Mondrian, 1909 (Museum of Modern Art, New York)






With Bob and Joanne then, rounding
the cliffs from Wharf Road

to the beach one idle late summer
afternoon, as if time were endless,

sitting down then to rest
as if at home, at water’s


edge, the seabirds swooping,

the beach empty, the talk lapping,
inconsequential, nothing brings

consequence, all happens, all this
sweet nothing. The moments flood back,

a blurring tide, and then withdraw

again into the ever
accumulating pool of ebbing

attentions, lost hopes, forgotten so
called dreams. No longer here to live,

simply to snatch another breath.
Three sat talking on the beach, one


doesn’t know what was meant,

one doesn’t know what was
said. But the faces, the voices

come for a moment clear. There, in
that light. Here. The tide incoming.

So it was then as the sun went down.







for Robert Creeley (1926-2005)

6 comments:

  1. "But the faces, the voices
    come for a moment clear."

    And they always will in such good hands, Tom.

    Thanks and a giving — today and everyday — to you both and all furry critters.

    This Mondrian is quite nice old beaches everywhere.

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  2. Thanks, Bob. Odd how the clear bits pop up out of the long muzzy passages. The latter inexorably gaining on the former, but still.

    All gifts of the night and thanks of the stars to you and your breathers.

    Yes, I love the idea of Mondrian at the beach. With Bob. And Bob.

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  3. this is a tender tribute... and the image is quite lovely.

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  4. remembering a teacher

    active reflection
    of water stars off
    the niagara
    observes
    informs
    involves

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  5. reminds one of 3 on a pebble beach, 13 VIII 70
    Creeleys students, Don & Pat Murphy McClelland, & my good self
    'Waiting for Tom Clark'
    write on

    Dan Rowe
    rodanrowe@yahoo

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  6. Lovely to be hearing from the gentle generations of RC rememberers.

    The moment I've recalled here puts me in mind of this of his:


    Water Music

    The words are a beautiful music.
    The words bounce like in water.

    Water music,
    loud in the clearing

    off the boats,
    birds, leaves.

    They look for a place
    to sit and eat--

    no meaning,
    no point.

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