tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4302796480611827487..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: John Vachon: Blinds, Frames (Dubuque, Iowa, April 1940)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-84939942320514972932010-12-20T02:02:16.358-08:002010-12-20T02:02:16.358-08:00Yes, he is all there for us, then ... and now.Yes, he is all there for us, then ... and now.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-32836296130921762242010-12-19T12:14:58.424-08:002010-12-19T12:14:58.424-08:00Oh well worth trailing through all these for that ...Oh well worth trailing through all these for that old chap smiling his toothless (nearly) smile. Beautiful, you. You can see his smile has come right from the bottom of his heart.SarahAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14791948357280208382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-86833102935898096492010-12-19T07:49:23.331-08:002010-12-19T07:49:23.331-08:00Gracias, Julia, para entender este relato tan poco...Gracias, Julia, para entender este relato tan poco así.<br /><br />El abismo social entre los ricos y los pobres ha existido siempre en los EE.UU., aunque esto no siempre es reconocido.<br /><br />American Home: Abierta al público - un mensaje irónico con varios niveles de significado.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-51160892548942929672010-12-19T03:04:15.574-08:002010-12-19T03:04:15.574-08:00It's very interesting how you end the series o...It's very interesting how you end the series of images with such a tremendous confrontation: the big residence and the poor shack (Does the sign says that it's open to visits?)<br /><br />Espero que hoy te encuentres mejor de salud.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419101761966668410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48499896747214535582010-12-18T09:05:50.816-08:002010-12-18T09:05:50.816-08:00Vachon's eye is incredible. So must his heart ...Vachon's eye is incredible. So must his heart have been. <br /><br />offstage action John Vachon catches in each of these . . . <br /><br />element of composition more<br />or less,<br /><br />yes, yes, yes.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-72670521167880489342010-12-18T08:46:20.135-08:002010-12-18T08:46:20.135-08:00Tom,
Yes, "Blinds, Frames" -- how much ...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, "Blinds, Frames" -- how much offstage action John Vachon catches in each of these . . . .<br /><br /><br />12.18<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible<br />ridge, green shapes of leaves on branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> element of composition more<br /> or less, row of trees<br /><br /> so it is that what is still,<br /> and also, within this<br /><br />grey-white of sky reflected in channel,<br />whiteness of gull gliding toward ridgeSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-55204188879144115372010-12-18T03:55:25.965-08:002010-12-18T03:55:25.965-08:00These all seem like scenes I can see and feel ever...These all seem like scenes I can see and feel every day if I drive from Paoli (near my house in Berwyn) to Center City, Philadelphia along Lancaster Avenue, not the highway route, i.e., closely following the path of Main Line local train to 30th Street. Things get unhappier as you approach the city (crossing City Avenue), but the depression is apparent from the beginning of the drive. Vachon's eye is incredible. So must his heart have been.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60403801310425435692010-12-17T16:13:31.564-08:002010-12-17T16:13:31.564-08:00some eye
these "slums"
my homesome eye<br />these "slums"<br />my homeEd Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-58681688711921353412010-12-17T11:24:16.019-08:002010-12-17T11:24:16.019-08:00Tom,
Yes, "the great and seemingly inexhaust...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, "the great and seemingly inexhaustible Vachon" -- what an eye to show us such things, that casket factory, those children who live in the slums . . . .<br /><br /><br />12.17 <br /><br />grey whiteness of cloud against shadowed<br />top of ridge, motion of leaves on branch<br />in foreground, sound of waves in channel<br /><br /> this object in this appears,<br /> which was arrangement<br /><br /> of “flatness” comparable to <br /> color, “subject,” one<br /><br />cloudless blue sky reflected in channel,<br />wingspan of gull gliding toward horizonSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-18125979999517721802010-12-17T06:29:40.073-08:002010-12-17T06:29:40.073-08:00And a sweet post that is, Don.
rain in the downsp...And a sweet post that is, Don.<br /><br />rain in the downspouts<br />before dawn -- the very large<br />in the very smallTChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-77236066698065043262010-12-17T05:45:19.936-08:002010-12-17T05:45:19.936-08:00On, yes, Tom, an Issa I haven't seen and so pe...On, yes, Tom, an Issa I haven't seen and so perfectly capturing his all-encompassing compassion. From this morning's post @ The Hut, another Issa I hadn't seen:<br /><br />Don't weep, insects-<br />lovers, stars themselves,<br />must part.<br /><br />-- Issa, translated by Lucien Stryk<br /><br />Vachon shares with Issa the sound of anguished hearts ...Issa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-84569261925347792592010-12-17T05:29:07.368-08:002010-12-17T05:29:07.368-08:00Don, my heart fell open from there to here:
Insec...Don, my heart fell open from there to here:<br /><br />Insects are crying;<br />A hole in the wall<br />Not seen yesterday.<br /><br />-- Issa <br /><br />(R.H. Blyth, Haiku: Vol. IV Autumn-Winter)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-3590296921226616642010-12-17T04:53:16.945-08:002010-12-17T04:53:16.945-08:00After a Photo by John Vachon
Windows broken,
glaz...<i>After a Photo by John Vachon</i><br /><br />Windows broken,<br />glazed over, abandoned <br />casket factory.<br /><br />DonIssa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.com