tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3484955549712201790..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Vassilis Zambaras: After PorchiaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-52994138374491771662012-04-24T14:22:31.284-07:002012-04-24T14:22:31.284-07:00This is really magnificent and has been keeping me...This is really magnificent and has been keeping me company yesterday and today. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75892606193198737632012-04-24T06:31:27.214-07:002012-04-24T06:31:27.214-07:00Oh, my. Punch and Judy show here all the time, of ...Oh, my. Punch and Judy show here all the time, of course. (My slips are always showing!)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-13781936488001755542012-04-24T05:46:26.499-07:002012-04-24T05:46:26.499-07:00This Chris in fact has a Judy who, if she called h...This Chris in fact has a Judy who, if she called him "Jim" after all these years (nearly 40!), would elicit much confusion.<br /><br />I would willingly post Szymborska's words on every wall in town, but I never visited the Passion Task Commonplace Book until today.<br /><br />Web-identities! As slippery as the real thing.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04214178206307289834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-47922693393615172692012-04-24T03:31:08.201-07:002012-04-24T03:31:08.201-07:00And so of course, No, wrong again, old timer, and ...And so of course, No, wrong again, old timer, and so much for your silly snooping -- that OTHER Chris is not a Martian either -- but comes from Alaska (close only counts in horseshoes).TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-47379302195138370762012-04-24T03:21:11.296-07:002012-04-24T03:21:11.296-07:00Oh well, another case of Best Intentions.Oh well, another case of <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/04/best-intentions.html" rel="nofollow">Best Intentions</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24454060772389379202012-04-24T03:19:13.504-07:002012-04-24T03:19:13.504-07:00And now the flickering-filament genie, tiring of t...And now the flickering-filament genie, tiring of this braindamaged senior tomfoolery, reminds that there had been an intention to provide the proper link to that Szymborska poem-posting by Chris at <a href="http://cpb.passiontask.com/entry/the-letters-of-the-dead-wislawa-szymborska/" rel="nofollow">Passion Task Commonplace Book</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-76249403503175200362012-04-24T03:15:26.374-07:002012-04-24T03:15:26.374-07:00Oh hell, the ghosts keep flitting in and out of th...Oh hell, the ghosts keep flitting in and out of the dimmed bulb, much as flickering filaments.<br /><br />I'd missed dear Vassilis's gracious comment (detained in the Blogger holding pen), and too, completely forgot to acknowledge Chris's extremely germane reference to the poem below.<br /><br />(And though I hate to pry, and never ask such questions, a small bit of the flickering-filament genie can't help wondering whether the Chris who is our good friend here is the same briliant Chris who posted the poem below, and for his trouble was curiously called "Jim" by a blog chimera named "Judy" -- or could it have been "Jane"??) <br /><br /><br />The Letters of the Dead<br /><br />We read the letters of the dead like helpless gods,<br />but gods, nonetheless, since we know the dates that follow.<br />We know which debts will never be repaid.<br />Which widows will remarry with the corpse still warm.<br />Poor dead, blindfolded dead,<br />gullible, fallible, pathetically prudent.<br />We see the faces people make behind their backs.<br />We catch the sound of wills being ripped to shreds.<br />The dead sit before us comically, as if on buttered bread,<br />or frantically pursue the hats blown from their heads.<br />Their bad taste, Napoleon, steam, electricity,<br />their fatal remedies for curable diseases,<br />their foolish apocalypse according to St. John,<br />their counterfeit heaven on earth according to Jean-Jacques…<br />We watch the pawns on their chessboards in silence,<br />even though we see them three squares later.<br />Everything the dead predicted has turned out completely different.<br />Or a little bit different – which is to say, completely different.<br />The most fervent of them gaze confidingly into our eyes:<br />their calculations tell them that they’ll find perfection there.<br /><br />–Wislawa Szymborska<br />from Poems New & Collected: 1957-1997 (translated by Stanislaw Baranczak & Clare Cavanagh)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59116043007647761892012-04-24T02:43:14.954-07:002012-04-24T02:43:14.954-07:00Bracing also to hear that the aforesigned cognosce...Bracing also to hear that the aforesigned cognoscenti share my appreciation of the poet Vassilis, and that the ever discerning and attentive Hazen has taken the time to search out and read more (I've done so likewise, and been multiply rewarded). <br /><br />The idea that chimeras arrive from elsewhere and take us with them came to seem to me particularly and vividly applicable to life and death as lived and sensed and guessed at (I don't know what the dead do or don't know, but they sure leave a lot of their spirit behind) during my recent high speed night ride (Those in a hurry arrive first at the grave) to the busy Triage Unit of the East Bay Trauma Center... and ever since.<br /><br />Ghosts, chimeras, alien life forms, which if any of them will take the trouble to come and snatch us away from our precious little selves before it's too late and we have, with our little games, destroyed the Blue Marble?<br /><br />It must be that Blake's hair-on-fire vision and my own fiery near-scalping collided with Vassilis's poem inside the damaged cranial superconductor to make me think of, of all people, Peretz Bernstein. <br /><br />Perhaps better known to some as Perry Farrell.<br /><br />It's the hair on fire that put me in mind of this.<br /><br />I don't know what the dead do or don't know, but they sure leave a lot of their spirit behind. <br /><br />There's a Perry Farrell song called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpkmtweNQ-U" rel="nofollow">Pets</a> that touches on this theme of how other, superior life forms may ultimately dispose of us. If we're lucky.<br /><br />Children are innocent<br />A teenager's fucked up in the head<br />Adults are even more fucked up<br />And elderlies are like children<br />Will there be another race<br />To come along and take over for us?<br />Maybe Martians could do<br />Better than we've done<br />We'll make great pets!<br />My friend says we're like the dinosaurs<br />Only we are doing ourselves in<br />Much faster than they<br />Ever did<br />We'll make great pets!TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33950849458134479142012-04-24T01:47:38.018-07:002012-04-24T01:47:38.018-07:00Tom,
Thanks for the inspired presentation and to ...Tom,<br /><br />Thanks for the inspired presentation and to those good spirits who chose to comment on it.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41662501228565445702012-04-23T18:01:50.761-07:002012-04-23T18:01:50.761-07:00Love the paintings with the poem. Love the chimer...Love the paintings with the poem. Love the chimeras taking us with them. <br />I don't know what the dead do or don't know, but they sure leave a lot of their spirit behind.Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60062267958456569522012-04-23T12:25:19.153-07:002012-04-23T12:25:19.153-07:00Bracing. This puts one in mind of the Spanish prov...Bracing. This puts one in mind of the Spanish proverb: Ellos que tienen prisa llegan primero a la tumba. (Those in a hurry arrive first at the grave. Pardon my left-footed translation).<br /><br />I've looked at more of Vassilis Zambaras' poems elsewhere and I like them very much.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66724812117113011812012-04-23T11:45:07.885-07:002012-04-23T11:45:07.885-07:00Wow, knockout poem! Beautiful job with the painti...Wow, knockout poem! Beautiful job with the painting, Tom. Thanks.Issa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67160034023158078202012-04-23T10:51:46.872-07:002012-04-23T10:51:46.872-07:00This makes me think of Szymborska's wonderful ...This makes me think of Szymborska's wonderful "Letters of the Dead".Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04214178206307289834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44390519435416460172012-04-23T09:39:53.755-07:002012-04-23T09:39:53.755-07:00Tom,
yes indeed, "no work . . . in the grave...Tom,<br /><br />yes indeed, "no work . . . in the grave"<br /><br />4.23<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible <br />top of ridge, deer reaching toward leaf <br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> refer to ground of the word,<br /> not effect but spoken<br /><br /> of subject, material vision, <br /> therefore move toward<br /><br />grey white fog against invisible ridge, <br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-31790402704064271972012-04-23T08:48:40.517-07:002012-04-23T08:48:40.517-07:00Another by the same fine poet.<a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/vassilis-zambaras-keep-what-i-give-you.html" rel="nofollow">Another by the same fine poet</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com