tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post2634925278148490190..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Watkins, after "Chaos"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-86881182595262450092011-08-25T02:30:03.885-07:002011-08-25T02:30:03.885-07:00Yes, the rocks, and Mt. Watkins, at Half Dome, co...Yes, the rocks, and Mt. Watkins, at Half Dome, completing the curve -- and yes, when all stability is but a dim memory, life rocking in the dark in the arms of whatever will be.<br /><br />(Gamefaced and Ed, hearing of that little temblor you had back there in the midst of putting up all this mammoth virtual geology here was a spooky moment in several ways... speaking of rocking... sitting on the Big Fault always awaiting The Big One makes all the little ones a little bit superstitious about these signs and omens, all the time.)<br /><br />Last big eruption at Lassen, 1915.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-2097379615529432832011-08-24T10:01:56.160-07:002011-08-24T10:01:56.160-07:00odd the tendency to rock. like the mother's sw...odd the tendency to rock. like the mother's sway that reappears when standing still - i have yet to lose even though my son is almost ten. soothe via repetition, the cracks move.gamefacedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16562522181852339258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-32035549051417335492011-08-24T08:07:21.977-07:002011-08-24T08:07:21.977-07:00Tom,
"mind now moves beyond present time acr...Tom,<br /><br />"mind now moves beyond present time across the blur of a vanished/ past in the fractured half-light, rocking --"<br /><br />Such photos, more of that foreground / background 'showing' just what is -- the past "vanished" but not forgotten (Mount Watkins, 8,509 feet, just two miles north of Half Dome, across Tenaya Canyon from Half Dome -- he must have made the 'first ascent,' maybe is still up there, looking out. . . .<br /><br />8.24<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible<br />ridge, song sparrow calling tchep tchep <br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> as means matter, consist of<br /> part in fact of field<br /><br /> system in the sense of then,<br /> which is, measurement<br /><br />grey white fog against invisible ridge,<br />cormorant flapping across toward pointSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-91854427897005653902011-08-24T06:44:21.992-07:002011-08-24T06:44:21.992-07:00awhha heck..
it moved the lines to the
left
damn...awhha heck..<br /><br />it moved the lines to the<br />left<br /><br />damn computers will NEVER replace a type-righter and a piece of paper<br /><br />no wonder my books don't sell, I can't marginate (or spell)<br />worth a crap !<br /><br />I too in my UTE (and now in my mind)<br />camped out in that Yosemite area<br /><br />that's where my best friends still are ... the Rocks !<br /><br />nice the black/white images from such an huge box-camera<br /> & your poem-paintingEd Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59113738488690207082011-08-24T06:35:26.402-07:002011-08-24T06:35:26.402-07:00pulling into my own from yours is (an) essence
so,...pulling into my own from yours is (an) essence<br />so, pardon me as I "play" with your .... piece (read: peace):<br /><br /> -- outcries<br /> of inmates in isolation, un<br /> answered<br /> in their fractured half<br /> light<br /> rocking<br /><br />hope the computer<br />from here to there<br />formats this ..... righ<br />tEd Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-15002865371792904732011-08-24T04:27:42.619-07:002011-08-24T04:27:42.619-07:00Alva,
One of Angelica's most vivid memories i...Alva,<br /><br />One of Angelica's most vivid memories is that of being taken camping at Tenaya Lake in Yosemite by her father (a photographer, by the way, and once a climber and hiker of the Alps), as a four year old.<br /><br />Heaven only knows what if anything was really in the thoughts of the sad blind abandoned man at Napa, whose exploits had taken their toll. The poem (obviously) represents my own middle-of-the-night projections...<br /><br />Did his broken mind really produce fractured images of crack'd rocks? <br /><br />Anybody's guess.<br /> <br />A likelier speculation, though, would be that your daughters' memories of Lassen, like A's memories of Tenaya Lake, may well turn out to be permanent and happy ones.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-3272470574413021852011-08-24T04:13:31.649-07:002011-08-24T04:13:31.649-07:00Magnificent poem. Conveyance of mind's shatt...Magnificent poem. Conveyance of mind's shattered materiality, its "untethering" not like any expected theological cutting of umbilical cord that turns out to be the whole kit. I was just at Lassen a couple of weekends ago, though being there with a five year old and a three year old making their first snowballs on a warm August day, the sense of earth's and my own fragility was perhaps leavened...Alva Svobodahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17595929293195769373noreply@blogger.com