tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4276019705385167366..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: You (V) (Hölderlin)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75874225115835484522014-12-31T23:11:15.092-08:002014-12-31T23:11:15.092-08:00Well, true to the manner of the house, I guess I j...Well, true to the manner of the house, I guess I jumped the gun a bit, there. <br /><br />Still almost an hour more of it left to be endured.<br /><br />"People getting a little but hyphy," KPFA gal apprentice who calls herself, unless my hearing is going the way of the rest, Sexy Love, reports via relay from Sabrina Jacobs, in the streets.<br /><br />Ok, so when does the REAL party start?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6220441875431038212014-12-31T23:06:38.364-08:002014-12-31T23:06:38.364-08:00Yes, Bill, glissade, that's it exactly.
Perso...Yes, Bill, glissade, that's it exactly.<br /><br />Personal note, the one time somebody was foolish (well, kindly) enough to take me for an outing to one of the local rock-crag scenic vista points, all my protestations re. my brilliantly herniated lumbar disc were in vain, and indeed I did somehow manage the ascent... but then, the coming down. Impossible. Embarrassment, humiliation, cowardice, all upwelling at once. Finally I opted for a glissade, that is, sliding down from rock to rock on my ancient bony white backside. And by this means have survived to whinge on further, into the festive Hölderlin night.<br /><br />Anyhow, yes and a happy one to you & yours as well. Pretty quiet over here, cold, all the living went off undercover before dusk.<br /><br />As I laboriously and with all due meditative consideration as befits perhaps not so much the season as the dementia, look back upon the variegated glory of the years, I am now, by the way, entertained by a memory of the New Years Eve of some faraway year, might be '69, must have been the year before you came to Bobo, or maybe you were there -- anyway huge storm night, drove my powder blue 53 Chevy pickup down to Sharons, party chez Gordon, Lewie flirting surreptitiously with the local Muse, acid awareness everywhere and too much, ended up down on beach agape as vast high-tide breakers pounded in against the seawall.<br /><br />Odd memory reminded me the place had character, before the movie stars and designer heiresses bought it all up, guess I needed reminding, oh well, la vida.<br /><br />Walkman radio earplug voice reports Oakland police have just created a bully kettle at 17th and Broadway. It is one minute to midnight. Feels almost like home.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-2120167065702498782014-12-31T19:37:12.789-08:002014-12-31T19:37:12.789-08:00Yes, "waterslide." Hugh says Pound and E...Yes, "waterslide." Hugh says Pound and Eliot went together. I think the French word Eliot used was "glissade." Best of 2015 to T & A!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01770881432394008638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75138972872999725042014-12-31T16:49:52.404-08:002014-12-31T16:49:52.404-08:00Many thanx, pippels.
I've always suspected th...Many thanx, pippels.<br /><br />I've always suspected the dark might outlast the light. It was here first, and it has lasted the longest. They say it's always darkest just before the dawn.<br /><br />Hopeful, I call that. <br /><br />Can it be Hugh made Eliot visit the painted caves at Disneyworld? <br /><br />(I've heard they have a great waterslide.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14332535809808365432014-12-26T07:02:26.674-08:002014-12-26T07:02:26.674-08:00soothing amazing words...thanks Tom!soothing amazing words...thanks Tom!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-84359690095002101162014-12-26T06:45:57.158-08:002014-12-26T06:45:57.158-08:00Someone told me that, upon seeing the cave paintin...Someone told me that, upon seeing the cave paintings at Niaux, T. S. Eliot remarked in a French phrase, "Quelle grande goulade!"––supposedly meaning "What a great slide!" or "It's been downhill ever since!" I find no such word in French dictionaries, but it's a good story, all the same.<br />Hugh Kenner places Eliot in the caves, but his version of how Eliot reacted is different. <br />––B.B.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01770881432394008638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7681525902589511142014-12-26T06:37:50.265-08:002014-12-26T06:37:50.265-08:00A presence revealed by pleasure. Each creature her...A presence revealed by pleasure. Each creature here is at home in man..They are making a single sign, and they are dancing in a circle to make this sign..They were for the dark. They were hidden in the dark so that what they embodied would outlast everything visible.<br />--John Berger.<br /><br />b.billoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10716970909272480118noreply@blogger.com