tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post15568702429837307..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Wooden Boy: Bus note 31Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48442579238210264492012-12-15T07:39:35.434-08:002012-12-15T07:39:35.434-08:00Wooden Boy,
Yes, "something must have seeped...Wooden Boy,<br /><br />Yes, "something must have seeped into the system" -- please thank Wooden Girl for such noting.<br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-89446843646208418162012-12-14T09:02:05.529-08:002012-12-14T09:02:05.529-08:00Daytime noir. Tough, clear and tender. Thanks to b...Daytime noir. Tough, clear and tender. Thanks to both writer and curator for the inspiration.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11244365893431612743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-50716953364708445102012-12-12T12:55:07.744-08:002012-12-12T12:55:07.744-08:00Thank you all for your generous responses.
Stephe...Thank you all for your generous responses.<br /><br />Stephen, as soon as the Wooden Girl read the first line of the poem, she thought of you. Something must have seeped into the system.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-84458562412258397172012-12-12T11:29:03.405-08:002012-12-12T11:29:03.405-08:00Thanks to The Conductor (TC), we are once again pr...Thanks to The Conductor (TC), we are once again presented with an opportunity to read the work of this singular poet.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-56687739251932389792012-12-12T09:40:15.510-08:002012-12-12T09:40:15.510-08:00That still point, while promissory, seems nonethe...That still point, while promissory, seems nonetheless well-earned, the provisional or conditional quality of the statement proving its honesty.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-16476150789141075172012-12-12T09:24:34.431-08:002012-12-12T09:24:34.431-08:00"I wanted to.
If I wanted to, I woul..."I wanted to.<br /> If I wanted to, I would"<br /><br />So much in this poem. So beautiful to hear and see. Feels so vulnerable, tender, yet controlled (=trust).Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-3792775490535639512012-12-12T08:43:13.937-08:002012-12-12T08:43:13.937-08:00Love that . . .
"Today I could give up kind...Love that . . . <br /><br />"Today I could give up kindness<br />and smiling and settle down<br />into that one still crystal heart valve<br />and be sharp and hard if I wanted to.<br /> If I wanted to, I would."Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66552167173896290142012-12-12T08:15:27.948-08:002012-12-12T08:15:27.948-08:00Tom,
Wooden Boy has got the weather right at the ...Tom,<br /><br />Wooden Boy has got the weather right at the moment here too --<br /><br />"Shining sun before heavy rain later" -- and then <br />"the Sun gets smudged."<br /><br />lovely poem, and photos.<br /><br />12.12<br /><br />light coming into sky above still black<br />ridge, planet next to black pine branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> detail single vertical line,<br /> attention to graphite<br /><br /> by which it can occur, that<br /> is, in relation to it<br /><br />grey white of fog against top of ridge,<br />whiteness of gull standing on sandspit<br /><br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-126230669726745862012-12-12T07:26:50.367-08:002012-12-12T07:26:50.367-08:00bautiful images...love it!bautiful images...love it!Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13329747340895757509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-13451905566123319802012-12-12T05:55:33.580-08:002012-12-12T05:55:33.580-08:00Wooden Boy is of course neither a boy nor made of ...Wooden Boy is of course neither a boy nor made of wood but a fully grown flesh and blood person. His dedication to realising the many dimensions of his home place (Birmingham UK) in a fine work-with-hammer-&-tongs poetry of conscience and spirit moves me very much.<br /><br />The fact he manages his first drafts on the local bus suggests a civilisation still exists somewhere. (I don't see much poetry being writ on the night buses hereabouts... when and if they do come.)<br /><br />A few earlier stops on this route:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/05/wooden-boy-bus-notes-4.html" rel="nofollow">Wooden Boy: Bus notes 4</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/06/wooden-boy-bus-notes-5.html" rel="nofollow">Wooden Boy: Bus notes 5</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/07/wooden-boy-bus-notes-11-black-country.html" rel="nofollow">Wooden Boy: Bus Notes 11 (A Black Country Outing)</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com