tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4109745181008855058..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Jean Selz: Benjamin in IbizaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44639987832900790342011-07-28T07:32:14.642-07:002011-07-28T07:32:14.642-07:00Me too -- but we're already here (that fog set...Me too -- but we're already here (that fog settling over San Miguel Cuevas looks like home). . . .STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33948467314826412172011-07-28T04:08:31.961-07:002011-07-28T04:08:31.961-07:00pelicans flapping across toward horizon
(I want t...pelicans flapping across toward horizon<br /><br />(I want to go)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70530470106910855412011-07-27T07:38:11.121-07:002011-07-27T07:38:11.121-07:00Tom,
Great story here, and the photos of course -...Tom,<br /><br />Great story here, and the photos of course -- "Tiens, tiens!". . . .<br /><br />7.27<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible<br />ridge, song sparrows calling from field<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> revision of view from field,<br /> a touch of look which<br /><br /> between the word, and sound<br /> grasped, when thought<br /><br />tree-lined green of ridge above channel, <br />pelicans flapping across toward horizonSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-5563435644775035022011-07-27T05:46:01.065-07:002011-07-27T05:46:01.065-07:00Many thanks, Julia and Joe.
(Joe, that is indeed ...Many thanks, Julia and Joe.<br /><br />(Joe, that is indeed a sweet dream, but I haven't had the nerve to dare to think such a thought. In its present form the whole thing could obviously disappear in an instant... in fact, exactly that happens every now and again, depending on the mood ring swatches of the lab pixies in the boiler room of the ark of the covenant of the inner sanctum of the Blogger temple. Then again, I suppose the same holds true for almost everything else.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-62481377124430830622011-07-26T18:30:00.113-07:002011-07-26T18:30:00.113-07:00I've noticed, among the academics, that Benjam...I've noticed, among the academics, that Benjamin's name serves almost as some sort of code -- that he stands for something or other, but that nobody really appreciates his writing anymore, or deals with it in any substantial way. Which is a real shame, because I constantly go back to him and find astonishing insights and refreshment. That he killed himself a day before he could have crossed the border safely has always seemed, to me, the epitome of tragedy . . .<br /><br />(Tom, have you ever thought of publishing this blog in print? I was thinking yesterday how something like that might be possible -- you'd need a publisher that could reproduce at least a few of these astonishing color prints, of course, which probably makes it impossible right from the start -- plus, you'd have to keep it to a specific period of time, like a year -- still, if you included a few of the most prescient comments in some sort of appendix, I think it could really be something -- a real compendium of the world . . .)Joe Safdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10146108321237585329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63901447211790750912011-07-26T16:58:13.837-07:002011-07-26T16:58:13.837-07:00Thanks, Tom, I've enjoyed this post very much ...Thanks, Tom, I've enjoyed this post very much .Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419101761966668410noreply@blogger.com