tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3441633373189365062..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: William Carlos Williams: ArrivalUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-81862310084742838512012-10-27T01:15:30.899-07:002012-10-27T01:15:30.899-07:00Ah, here he comes now, then, with the priest at hi...<a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/philip-larkin-days.html" rel="nofollow">Ah, here he comes now, then</a>, with the priest at his side... to sort things out for us.<br /><br />Or something.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-3173822786239506112012-10-26T21:47:20.600-07:002012-10-26T21:47:20.600-07:00Couldn't agree more about the uncomfortable co...Couldn't agree more about the uncomfortable complicities. One of those wet-behind the-ears pomo-tribe junior professor analysts (expert on "alterity" doncha know) has written of the WCW poem as though it were an explicit account of an "extramarital affair", with the tone of a forensic scientist or investigative reporter who has clinching evidence (tapes, photos) hid away in the drawer somewhere. You can get away with anything in academia.<br /><br />I take the poem as it comes to me, and the arrival of the doctor in the house could (and perhaps in fact did) mean so many things.<br /><br />The Hoppers too I can't help reading as expansive containers of social/historical as well as existential meaning, the East Side immigrant woman at the sewing machine looks out, perhaps expectantly, as the woman on the bed looks out, apprehensively mayhap, toward whatever it is is coming.<br /><br />Is it the doctor, in his long dark coat, with his little black bag?<br /><br />And how long will it take this visitation to arrive?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-78580914055978397112012-10-26T14:03:13.300-07:002012-10-26T14:03:13.300-07:00The woman's face turned expectantly—suddenly?—...The woman's face turned expectantly—suddenly?—towards the billowing curtain. The parallel intimacies of pictures and poem, of painter and poet . . .Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75887106871114998732012-10-26T12:08:31.809-07:002012-10-26T12:08:31.809-07:00Tom,
As if EH were etching WCS's words, or WC...Tom,<br /><br />As if EH were etching WCS's words, or WCW writing EH's etched lines. Can't help thinking of his young housewife, who<br /><br />"At ten A.M. . . .<br />moves about in negligee behind<br />the wooden walls of her husband's house. . ." <br /><br />-- except that on that occasion the good doctor doesn't enter, but "pass[es] solitary in [his] car."<br /><br />10.26<br /><br />light coming into sky above still black<br />ridge, faint silver of planet by branch <br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> right side of approximation<br /> in which, space there<br /><br /> that is, importance of this<br /> as follows, continuum<br /><br />grey white clouds reflected in channel,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspit<br /><br /><br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34381822075590167632012-10-26T10:41:07.600-07:002012-10-26T10:41:07.600-07:00At first, what struck me were those three hard wor...At first, what struck me were those three hard words: "tawdry veined body". The good doctor examines the subject. The body as a condition, a inventory of symptoms<br /><br />Then, the poet meeting with his automated self going to the work of desire.<br /><br />The complicity that both Hopper and Williams call us to is very, very uncomfortable.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28805005572074081502012-10-26T10:31:58.295-07:002012-10-26T10:31:58.295-07:00Status removed
to animal. We are not
supposed to ...Status removed<br />to animal. We are not<br />supposed to have bodies.<br />We have our dwellings<br />our minds.<br />Homeless waiting<br />without cover<br />shelter.<br />Notice air<br />freedom in winter<br /> to a greater extent.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14258250292756326062012-10-26T09:57:54.942-07:002012-10-26T09:57:54.942-07:00Winter tree
autumn. In
a couple of
months I will
...Winter tree<br />autumn. In<br />a couple of<br />months I will<br />be used to<br />looking.<br />Wings distract<br />my stare. I did<br />record this.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-21620487693704225442012-10-26T06:27:57.724-07:002012-10-26T06:27:57.724-07:00There is a strange disembodiment in these images o...There is a strange disembodiment in these images of the bodily, as if the maker were to stand off from the made thing to consider it in the light of another world.<br /><br />A restlessness, a momentary disturbed intimacy, a voyeuristic prying of light into shadow, a confined interior scene (to quote Ivo Kranzfelder on these 1921-1922 etchings of Hopper's) "expanded by something coming from outside". <br /><br />The dark private rooms penetrated by a bright indeterminate mystery from beyond, by an arriving visitor -- and by our intruding eyes.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-69714053324892275662012-10-26T05:19:32.331-07:002012-10-26T05:19:32.331-07:00Two of the mighty ones, together. Gonna be a good ...Two of the mighty ones, together. Gonna be a good day.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.com