tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3572132794097737677..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Powder TrainUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-32489904869337661042010-07-09T07:13:52.841-07:002010-07-09T07:13:52.841-07:00Otto,
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there...Otto,<br /><br />Old men ought to be explorers<br />Here or there does not matter<br />We must be still and still moving<br />Into another intensity<br />For a further union, a deeper communion<br />Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,<br />The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters<br />Of the petrel and the porpoise. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AoDYgX11ZE&feature=related" rel="nofollow">In my end is my beginning</a>.<br /><br />--L'il WayneTChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7193352179963750312010-07-08T16:59:41.890-07:002010-07-08T16:59:41.890-07:00Great finish. Great.Great finish. Great.~otto~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08859835662556335529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48446136900727054082010-07-08T03:43:51.277-07:002010-07-08T03:43:51.277-07:00"...if I were great I could say anything beca..."...if I were great I could say anything because all the crap great people say is treasured forever; and If I weren't great I could say whatever I wanted because no one would care because I wasn't great."<br /><br />But, conscience. Too true, too true...<br /><br />As John Donne also might have thought to himself<br /><br />around this hour of the morning of Easter Monday, <br /><br />April 22,<br /><br />1622.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-2261394456684464212010-07-07T17:55:40.058-07:002010-07-07T17:55:40.058-07:00It will all be swallowed up by the cloud anyway. I...It will all be swallowed up by the cloud anyway. It once occurred to me that if I were great I could say anything because all the crap great people say is treasured forever; and If I weren't great I could say whatever I wanted because no one would care because I wasn't great. Either way ... unfortunately for me I have a conscience or something ...<br /><br />As for microclimates, I used to walk to work when I lived w/in walking distance. There was always one little 2-ft depression about 20 yards wide I'd pass through and I swear the temp differential between there and anywhere else nearby was always 5-10 degrees ...John B-Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01041221232768939991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-89904147355713933922010-07-07T11:30:24.183-07:002010-07-07T11:30:24.183-07:00It's almost impossible to explain to someone w...It's almost impossible to explain to someone who hasn't lived around here the baffling complexities of the microclimates. Before we moved to the haunted house, a fellow I knew in SoCal, who had once lived in this neighborhood, warned us, "Watch out, the winds through the notch the Gate makes in the headlands bring all the wild wet windy weather in the world straight up that channel." Not until too late did the full truth of that sink in.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24194163039001722202010-07-07T06:55:05.064-07:002010-07-07T06:55:05.064-07:00Tom and Curtis,
I hiked w/ my sister up on the ri...Tom and Curtis,<br /><br />I hiked w/ my sister up on the ridge yesterday, 53 degrees when we left the car in Rock Springs, fog (complete whiteout, couldn't see anything) grasses dripping wet across the narrow trails (legs and shoes soaked), wind blowing, no 'views' where otherwise one could have looked 2,000 feet down almost straight down to the ocean. When we got back to car (after 7) we drove up to East Peak -- sunlit, clear, 75 degrees, two completely different worlds/climates up there, a mile apart from each other. . . .STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63508779506976007922010-07-07T02:45:30.741-07:002010-07-07T02:45:30.741-07:00Okay, some more comments were here but have now my...Okay, some more comments were here but have now mysteriously disappeared. The Blogger gremlin, it seems, was hungry again tonight. I'm going to give up on the restoring of comments, probably a waste of time and aggravation anyway as they'll likely disappear again and if they don't... will it matter.<br /><br />(This is one of those "testing, testing" comments.)<br /><br />It's more and more of a relief every second once the fact sinks in that from now on one may say anything at all sans regret or remorse, as it will all be swallowed up by the Cloud. The aim would then become: to give the Cloud indigestion.<br /><br />I'm way too old for this.<br /><br />And as I am aware that the average visit to a blog is zero to five seconds, I can be confident now that whether or not anyone is reading this, and whether or not it disappears, it doesn't matter in the slightest, because Nobody's Got Time.<br /><br />In fact the Blogosphere has to be the biggest catch basin for wasted time ever invented.<br /><br />So I'm sure those speedreaders who are now at 4.5 seconds and counting will be interested to learn that the passage from the John Donne sermon quoted in this post is but a small fragment of a two and a half hour sermon Donne preached on a Monday (on Sundays he preached at St Paul's for the Lord Mayor & Aldermen &c., it was his job) to a general audience that included, for example, the boys of Christ's Hospital.<br /><br />The eloquence of Donne's prose is in my view the exact opposite of the idiocy which is Blogger. Present company of course included. Except for Stephen and Curtis, who are actually gentlemen of learning. (So what are they doing here?)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-52026961808356609242010-07-06T13:22:21.733-07:002010-07-06T13:22:21.733-07:00We haven't yet made it to sixty here.
Damp fu...We haven't yet made it to sixty here.<br /><br />Damp fuse for the powder train.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46408598514342486632010-07-06T12:19:31.904-07:002010-07-06T12:19:31.904-07:00As Steve said. And in line with the musical theme...As Steve said. And in line with the musical theme of the companion piece, Arthur Brown and "Fire" have nothing on this, which is very rich and will occupy me for a while. By the way, it's 103 degrees in the Hudson Valley.Curtis Robertsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-47504818367199302662010-07-06T11:07:45.798-07:002010-07-06T11:07:45.798-07:00Tom,
WOW!Tom,<br /><br />WOW!STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com