tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3812759871032813281..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Walker Evans: XenophobiaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74551825850381434402012-08-13T11:04:13.141-07:002012-08-13T11:04:13.141-07:00I can't leave no Dagger behind.
There is the h...I can't leave no Dagger behind.<br />There is the home of Cougars<br />also just down the road.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7586078912039450912012-08-12T17:12:45.166-07:002012-08-12T17:12:45.166-07:00"I can show you fear in a handfull
of dust&q..."I can show you fear in a handfull<br /> of dust" TS Elliot<br /><br />The components of fear are ever<br />present.<br /><br />I wonder what TS Elliot would have<br />thought of John Lennon<br /><br />"Imagine all the people.....Elmo St. Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588245143022651357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-90993707427985781482012-08-12T08:50:45.897-07:002012-08-12T08:50:45.897-07:00Tom,
It's the "learning" that count...Tom,<br /><br />It's the "learning" that counts (no child left behind) in "Learning to distrust /what's coming your way /<br />if it's not from around here. . ." <br /><br />8.11<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible<br />ridge, song sparrow calling from branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> i.e., thing “typed” in time<br /> of “hand” in “action”<br /><br /> as different, what it would<br /> be, form of “present”<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-3131775361550777202012-08-12T06:49:20.580-07:002012-08-12T06:49:20.580-07:00The place of displacement, the place one can't...The place of displacement, the place one can't go back to.<br /><br />a question mark<br />earring dangling<br /><br />Evans did little to reduce the distance of formality between himself and his subjects. He always remains very much the outsider -- East Coast liberal, schooled at Phillips/Williams, of the intellectual classes, an enigmatic man, with a cold eye. <br /><br />The suspicion with which he is viewed by these "subjects" appears real. <br /><br />Evans has become notorious for his entry into the photographic situation, his set-ups and set-designs. <br /><br />The bank, and the straw hat business types, behind the Morgantown subjects -- accidental? <br /><br />And the downward angle of the heads, so that the narrowed distrustful eyes come up toward the camera...TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-62808954922375455662012-08-11T20:34:53.610-07:002012-08-11T20:34:53.610-07:00Hello Goodbye Dada
Hello funny hat. Flying must...Hello Goodbye Dada<br /><br /><br />Hello funny hat. Flying mustache.<br />The serious aside. It is beside<br />itself. The only dance I knew<br />was sort of a twist. Then,<br />my half clown hat, dirty snow,<br />merriment or half of merriment.<br />Nonsense. Speaking as such. It<br />captured me and held me<br />there, still haunted, believing.<br />Almost basking. Not quite there.<br />Somewhat scornful of the table,<br />the waterfall fork, the spoo.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-310679406494690032012-08-11T20:30:00.457-07:002012-08-11T20:30:00.457-07:00The Crooked Bank
leans
a plank
an inclined plane
...The Crooked Bank<br /><br />leans<br />a plank<br />an inclined plane<br />where the pirate king<br />sentences you<br />to walk and eventually jump<br />into something that looks <br />familiar but is not<br />into a place <br />with a beautiful name<br />that begins with an X<br />but is not solved <br />by finding it<br />this was<br />not supposed to be<br />a math poem<br />but numbers to <br />figure againstSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67633936804592796762012-08-11T16:39:59.652-07:002012-08-11T16:39:59.652-07:00Home is
on the road
going somewhere
nowhere speci...Home is <br />on the road<br />going somewhere<br />nowhere special<br />but that plan<br /><br />Unasked, unanswered<br />ear a question mark <br />earring dangling<br /><br />Some people can point<br />to a spring or mountain<br />tree and say<br />that's where they began<br /><br />or look through <br />dense overstory <br />up the Umpqua<br />ask about the bright spot<br />Dad thinking it hilarious<br />even now<br /><br />the sun<br />feeling dumb<br />not to have known this<br />Oregon age two<br />after Tina was born<br />in Roseburg<br /><br />never settled down to<br />or found where it was<br />just left<br /><br />The Sandwich Isles<br />once had strict rules<br />kapu is still felt<br />a tangible residue<br /> feel it waiting<br />to kill if totally ignored<br /> protocol<br />a beautiful sounding word<br />like kapu<br />taboo<br />almost a tattoo<br />of a deer<br />a caribou<br /><br />also terrible <br />when misspelled<br />a mistake<br />for lifeSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-51593350119820822562012-08-11T14:58:24.591-07:002012-08-11T14:58:24.591-07:00"Questions uninvited" are the only one t..."Questions uninvited" are the only one that matter, leaving our selves in question, the place of true beginnings, of displacement.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28993610641147419602012-08-11T07:17:42.658-07:002012-08-11T07:17:42.658-07:00the roots of distrust are obviously learnt...the roots of distrust are obviously learnt...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com