tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3239265054023348130..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: For Edward Dorn (II): Wind River Canyon in SnowUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-52493274798762658382010-03-30T11:49:41.070-07:002010-03-30T11:49:41.070-07:00Thanks again Leigh. You know, nobody can count of ...Thanks again Leigh. You know, nobody can count of having readers who care enough to look closely and follow things out. Having even one such reader I would always regard as a great honour. That it should be a reader with your quality of mind almost makes me break out in an attack of gratitude at my rare good fortune.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34313095028675822862010-03-30T11:26:57.061-07:002010-03-30T11:26:57.061-07:00A real sense of landscape, culture and friendship ...A real sense of landscape, culture and friendship amongst many other things Tom. A great read aided as always with the visuals.<br /><br />And on the subject of provenance, I don't see or understand the confusion. But I would like to add on a side note, that whatever the reason you link to your other posts, I really like that you do - I enjoy the dialogue between them..https://www.blogger.com/profile/00532376301529981186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-62453697306118015802010-03-12T11:06:39.686-08:002010-03-12T11:06:39.686-08:00J,
Ah, Tulagi's.
We did stop in Langer on th...J,<br /><br />Ah, Tulagi's.<br /><br />We did stop in Langer on that trip. Met various newly-arriving wildcatters all along the way. We were doing a survey of "Wyo-booming": the frantic "Energy Crisis"-induced rush to extract every last ounce and drop of uranium, coal, coal gas, oil, etc. out of that endlessly barren landscape. <br /><br />That article was done for a short-lived glossy regional mag out of Denver, Rocky Mountain Magazine. I was attempting to piece together a living by freelancing (always a nearly impossible feat). Worked for a while for a Boulder metro mag (Boulder Monthly), also did bits for a Denver paper called Westword. (We lasted but two years before moving on...)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37123729904467107862010-03-12T09:02:40.064-08:002010-03-12T09:02:40.064-08:00Splendid, desolate country, except for the locals....Splendid, desolate country, except for the locals. You've never seem 'Merican till you passed through Langer, Wyoming. <br /><br /><br />Boulder--did you write for Camera, or the CU paper, Mr.Clark? I vaguely recall some of yr writing, nearly as much as I recall a few classes at CU...<br /><br /><br />don't tell me....Tulagis!Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567400697675996283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1630577761888935082009-10-06T00:06:46.186-07:002009-10-06T00:06:46.186-07:00Aditya,
Ed was a great poet and close friend. We...Aditya,<br /><br />Ed was a great poet and close friend. We both came from Illinois, so that was a sort of bond--though I was a city lad from Chicago, he a country boy from downstate.<br /><br />He became in his time a great student of the American West, its poet laureate you might say. (We first met, though, in England, of all places.)<br /><br />I think he would have appreciated your poetry.<br /><br />Here is one of his early poems, it will perhaps tell you something about him.<br /><br />In My Youth I Was a Tireless Dancer<br /> <br />But now I pass<br />graveyards in a car.<br />The dead lie,<br />unsuperstitiously,<br />with their feet toward me--<br />please forgive me for<br />saying the tombstones would not<br />fancy their faces turned from the highway.<br /><br />Oh perish the thought<br />I was thinking in that moment<br />Newman Illinois<br />the Saturday night dance--<br />what a life? Would I like it again?<br />No. Once I returned late summer<br />from California thin from journeying<br />and the girls were not the same.<br />You'll say that's natural<br />they had been dancing all the time.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-38659784152528013562009-10-05T09:06:31.089-07:002009-10-05T09:06:31.089-07:00A very heartfelt account Tom.
Sounds like an incr...A very heartfelt account Tom.<br /><br />Sounds like an incredible adventure. <br /><br />But I know very little of Ed, even Wyoming and Devil's Tower, to write anything. <br /><br />I feel I can sense what the memoria mean to you. <br /><br />:)adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-86806199882297325542009-09-30T23:56:25.182-07:002009-09-30T23:56:25.182-07:00Owen, Dale, Michael, Elmo,
Encouraging to feel th...Owen, Dale, Michael, Elmo,<br /><br />Encouraging to feel the heartbeat of the tribe.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-17661674965616996592009-09-30T20:56:07.373-07:002009-09-30T20:56:07.373-07:00seldom is heard a discouraging
word/
but the buffa...seldom is heard a discouraging<br />word/<br />but the buffalo were slaughtered<br />after the whiteman the came/ before game<br />was in the river valleys not the<br />mountains and <br />desolate places/as Dorn pointed out<br />early, the sky was bigger in Montana/but only when accompanied<br />by the possibility the West once held.<br />The mythic West may still be there,<br />and not just as a construct of the<br />mind.Elmo St. Rosenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-17271933887826937032009-09-30T13:08:30.736-07:002009-09-30T13:08:30.736-07:00Beautiful. Evokes those kind of adventures and tho...Beautiful. Evokes those kind of adventures and those kind of adventure guides so perfectly man. Made, I'm sure, a lot of us wish we'd been there.Lallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05310472614196384595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34159606517933593472009-09-30T07:14:03.618-07:002009-09-30T07:14:03.618-07:00Great post, Tom. I remember driving from Pocatello...Great post, Tom. I remember driving from Pocatello into southwestern Wyoming and feeling as though I'd driven into a film set on Mars, probably written by Philip K. Dick. Only it wasn't a set. Just a dry and dusty contrast of bulldozer and construction in the middle of nowhere. The snow and cold of Idaho seemed only a moment behind me. Wyoming, by contrast, was an eerie place, though I wish I'd made it to Devil's Tower.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13285558511682553411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-77148081888558941742009-09-29T16:33:27.333-07:002009-09-29T16:33:27.333-07:00Have fallen behind on your posts--good to return f...Have fallen behind on your posts--good to return for this--a reminder to pick up his work again.poetowenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11278368064478791137noreply@blogger.com