tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4043275881801046387..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Alice Meynell: ParentageUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-64048540358716819712015-12-11T11:32:50.387-08:002015-12-11T11:32:50.387-08:00Grateful to everyone for good words.
The doublene...Grateful to everyone for good words.<br /><br />The doubleness of meaning in the last line of the Meynell poem, created by the play on "bears", lifts it up into the realm of the philosophical, whatever that is, maybe, as 'twere.<br /><br />"...so history starts to look like a forced march, a series of blows to the head and the heart, with pauses in between, where we try to get some living done."<br /><br />However by the evidence not only from Lahore but from here, it seems the crows are managing well enough thank you very much, indeed thriving like weapons manufacturers in permanent wartime -- ignoring the jackhammers and monster garbage wagons and flashing green sheet lightning December storms, boldly diving and swooping through traffic in dark flocks for any scrap of carrion ejected from the speeding hearses on the freeway feeder. You've got to hand it to them.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-76742897045374233242015-12-10T07:36:51.296-08:002015-12-10T07:36:51.296-08:00Thanks, Tom. Your posts have an all-seeing, global...Thanks, Tom. Your posts have an all-seeing, global sweep---antidotes to the many false faces of corporate media.tpwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05909239000589253931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-32772019395956569542015-12-09T17:47:13.576-08:002015-12-09T17:47:13.576-08:00Devastating. Thank you, Tom.Devastating. Thank you, Tom.Norahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439557611640319928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12248216562311931092015-12-08T20:17:04.762-08:002015-12-08T20:17:04.762-08:00That was it, precisely! I see that crow every morn...That was it, precisely! I see that crow every morning.billoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10716970909272480118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12611866624161376842015-12-08T08:24:52.252-08:002015-12-08T08:24:52.252-08:00"But those who slay
Are fathers. Theirs are ..."But those who slay <br />Are fathers. Theirs are armies. Death is theirs -- "<br /><br /><br />Thanks Tom for Alice Meynell and the reality check of these photos on this Tuesday morning -- all the news so grim, grim . . . .STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-58474111759418690702015-12-08T08:02:31.113-08:002015-12-08T08:02:31.113-08:00"...But those who slay/Are fathers...." ..."...But those who slay/Are fathers...." : a single line that says it all, devastatingly. (I will look for Meynell<br /><br />Your posts, Tom, continue to reflect a reality never captured in daily news. Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43191142144551905812015-12-07T19:13:35.356-08:002015-12-07T19:13:35.356-08:00Thanks, Tom for Alice Meynell and her sense of his...Thanks, Tom for Alice Meynell and her sense of history and its grim patterns. Maybe history is just a limited set of plot lines that get repeated because we can’t get beyond ourselves. We can’t think of anything else, so history starts to look like a forced march, a series of blows to the head and the heart, with pauses in between, where we try to get some living done.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.com