tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post2724098308880540304..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Epitaph for RentUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83153395839157321502012-12-17T01:15:54.282-08:002012-12-17T01:15:54.282-08:00And thank you, Mr Murty.And thank you, Mr Murty.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-11599587458144143912012-12-16T22:23:40.608-08:002012-12-16T22:23:40.608-08:00Thank you Tom Clark. I posted thetranslation in my...Thank you Tom Clark. I posted thetranslation in my blog today and here is the link: http://teluguanuvaadaalu.wordpress.com/ <br /><br />Thank you very much for both the excellent poem and the permission to translate and post it in my blog. <br /><br />best regards,<br />Mr. NS Murtynsmurtyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13444124093731939929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-61496472947583016462012-11-25T04:42:45.855-08:002012-11-25T04:42:45.855-08:00Or perhaps it's Ms. Murty? -- in any case, all...Or perhaps it's Ms. Murty? -- in any case, all the same to me.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-23041893619091692472012-11-25T04:41:18.192-08:002012-11-25T04:41:18.192-08:00Dear Mr Murty,
Yes, permission is granted.Dear Mr Murty,<br /><br />Yes, permission is granted.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67788358883483274372012-11-24T23:00:50.106-08:002012-11-24T23:00:50.106-08:00can I have permission to translate this poem into ...can I have permission to translate this poem into the second largest spoken languages of India... Telugu?nsmurtyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13444124093731939929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-50222623119668562512010-04-17T15:14:12.978-07:002010-04-17T15:14:12.978-07:00Lucy,
Doubtless departed long since, had it any s...Lucy,<br /><br />Doubtless departed long since, had it any sense?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33597366268249677072010-04-17T15:06:05.211-07:002010-04-17T15:06:05.211-07:00And not even that... here lies the body, but who k...And not even that... here lies the body, but who knows where the soul might be... =)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60836684403183882252010-04-17T08:33:17.016-07:002010-04-17T08:33:17.016-07:00Aditya,
'Tis upon your inspiration that the o...Aditya,<br /><br />'Tis upon your inspiration that the <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/ginger-paul-scholes.html" rel="nofollow">old ghost</a> has found a breath of life and wafted forth from the mouldering ground for a last day in the sun...TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-84560716787856976082010-04-16T23:39:15.231-07:002010-04-16T23:39:15.231-07:00Is death is an event? Ordinary?
It is a lovely po...Is death is an event? Ordinary?<br /><br />It is a lovely poem. Relevant indeed.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-80656597801145350332010-04-16T00:47:32.294-07:002010-04-16T00:47:32.294-07:00Thank you very much, Mariana.
Curtis, downloadabl...Thank you very much, Mariana.<br /><br />Curtis, downloadable files of the Loeb edition of the Greek Anthology can be found multiply posted <a href="http://www.archive.org/search.php?query=greek%20anthology" rel="nofollow">here</a>. <br /><br />Paul the Silencer is indeed in there, with his epitaph to let.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24352331541084300112010-04-15T19:34:04.322-07:002010-04-15T19:34:04.322-07:00What an excelent post, there is nothing that can b...What an excelent post, there is nothing that can be added to it, the picture and the texts says everything life after death.Mariana Sofferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13351209522681966230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-21091599371034588812010-04-15T19:04:04.213-07:002010-04-15T19:04:04.213-07:00Well, it's a wonderful piece of work (yours). ...Well, it's a wonderful piece of work (yours). Is there a citation you can possibly provide to the original (in a less artful, I expect, English rendering)? I've waded into the research, but would appreciate a guide's expert assistance.Curtis Robertsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14696280513883133882010-04-15T17:15:53.889-07:002010-04-15T17:15:53.889-07:00Well... the inner pedant requires an admission her...Well... the inner pedant requires an admission here. Let it be noted that this post is not merely an indication of a morbid preoccupation with death. <br /><br />No, the preoccupation is merely realistic.<br /><br />No, strike that last sentence.<br /><br />The poem is actually an approximate translation of a poem from the Greek Anthology. The author of that Greek poem is Paulus Silentiarius (Paul the Silentiary).<br /><br />Paulus held the office of "silentiarius", usher and officer responsible for keeping the peace, at the court of Justinian. He died c AD 575. Among his eighty-one poems in the Greek Anthology (they were doubtless collected by his friend Agathias, the sort of friend every poet ought to have), forty deal vividly with love, and another twenty with works of art. Paulus was an early exponent of Ekphrasis. His ekphrastic poem describing the restored church of St Sophia was declared by the great Homeric scholar Wilamowitz the last triumph of the high style of Greek epic poetry. For all these dry and dusty reasons Paulus Silentiarius remains dear to the heart; I bow to him, for his poetic remains shall outlast, if not perhaps Time, then certainly mine.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-38933630220664600602010-04-14T23:56:09.044-07:002010-04-14T23:56:09.044-07:00Tom...
this just cuts deeeeep...
but even that i...Tom...<br /><br />this just cuts deeeeep...<br /><br />but even that is not a relevant fact... i don't care where the body of a loved one lies...<br />the only relevent fact about one we love is the memories...<br /><br /><br />.<br /><br />memories<br />have a heart<br />beating hard<br />in the realm of nothings<br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />hmmm... and i think of the time when i'm dead...<br />ahhh....human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-438633310411093312010-04-14T16:15:06.000-07:002010-04-14T16:15:06.000-07:00I'd rent thatI'd rent that~otto~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08859835662556335529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70323871796910260532010-04-14T14:48:05.814-07:002010-04-14T14:48:05.814-07:00or warm even.or warm even..https://www.blogger.com/profile/00532376301529981186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-21281371308305461572010-04-14T14:37:10.217-07:002010-04-14T14:37:10.217-07:00A small tree,
that will grow.
No epithaph.
Seed ...A small tree,<br />that will grow.<br /><br />No epithaph.<br /><br />Seed for squirrels,<br />and a warn drey..https://www.blogger.com/profile/00532376301529981186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-76787829848396003202010-04-14T13:50:25.067-07:002010-04-14T13:50:25.067-07:00“I died. Here I lie.” is quite good because epita...“I died. Here I lie.” is quite good because epitaphs, like newspaper headlines, do need to be short and pithy. I remember being very moved when I picked up the Ted Berrigan tribute volume to read about the epitaph, “Nice To See You”, which I thought was great. My mother was very gifted at choosing epitaphs. It’s an unusual talent, but you’re glad someone has it, even though the issue of relevance does loom large at moments like that. When she passed away, we were both reading Aurelia by Gerard de Nerval and selected as her epitaph, “My imagination gave me infinite delight”. We thought that was appropriate.Curtis Robertsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54078973734284356012010-04-14T10:08:19.354-07:002010-04-14T10:08:19.354-07:00some people ´s last words are written on the grave...some people ´s last words are written on the grave...I have known interesting stories in those places...!Sandra.ifhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-31933599614794379602010-04-14T08:18:07.920-07:002010-04-14T08:18:07.920-07:00if the corpse rises
the factoring can begin again
...if the corpse rises<br />the factoring can begin again<br /><br />revenant fact<br /><br />zombi interlude<br /><br />lem 747Phanero Noemikonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430230355065457354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12257631170827705082010-04-14T07:38:21.145-07:002010-04-14T07:38:21.145-07:00Tom,
Maybe not "the one relevant fact" ...Tom,<br /><br />Maybe not "the one relevant fact" -- what about these words?<br /><br />4.14<br /><br />shape of grey cloud above shadowed plane<br />of ridge, golden-crowned sparrow calling<br />in foreground, waves sounding in channel<br /><br /> thinking of “present itself,”<br /> thought of that which<br /><br /> is present itself, trace of<br /> it, specific occasion<br /><br />silver line of sun reflected in channel,<br />whiteness of gull flapping toward ridgeSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com