tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4346662865458987409..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: "A child's things speak..." (Joseph Cornell)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-89371341705981817302009-10-30T06:42:50.353-07:002009-10-30T06:42:50.353-07:00Marcia,
I will definitely benefit from re-reading...Marcia,<br /><br />I will definitely benefit from re-reading your work in light of this comment.<br /><br />Yes, the intrication and implication of the particulars of the memoria, the places and the persons and the fragments of epiphanic retrieved landscapes, are very Cornellian -- if we were to be able to posit a Cornell transported out of his cramped little basement in Flushing to do his collecting of images and objects in the probably equally mysterious expanses of the plains.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-91856354923082941442009-10-30T06:12:38.998-07:002009-10-30T06:12:38.998-07:00These images, your words are the guiding principle...These images, your words are the guiding principles I think of when I write -- that accumulation of detail, the tidbits of life, woven into some fabric. I'm working on that in mixed media, as well, but will never reach Cornell's level.Marciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17150292834089323928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30226241344678017292009-10-29T01:27:19.582-07:002009-10-29T01:27:19.582-07:00Lucy,
It may be the world of a child's wonder...Lucy,<br /><br />It may be the world of a child's wonder -- or of the wonder of the sensitive soul who remains a grownup child -- is a sea of treasures, dreams and mysteries in which all minds are forever drifting boats (barcas a la deriva).TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-7877221563047362232009-10-28T18:10:23.983-07:002009-10-28T18:10:23.983-07:00A stream of conscioussness on which I felt adrift,...A stream of conscioussness on which I felt adrift, immersed in the waters of things to be treasured.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70053471944457121322009-10-27T06:57:21.407-07:002009-10-27T06:57:21.407-07:00The path of knowledge in these regions is always a...The path of knowledge in these regions is always a two-way street.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-4093188142530863082009-10-27T04:54:55.015-07:002009-10-27T04:54:55.015-07:00Just to let you know I did go 'research'. ...Just to let you know I did go 'research'. I am now knowing a little bit more about this 'self taught' artist and am seeing how your words connect.<br />See, I should do that first before commenting *sigh*<br />But thank you Thomas, for educating me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24569848042832248812009-10-27T03:29:35.557-07:002009-10-27T03:29:35.557-07:00Thank you SarahA and Leigh.
My little lowercase d...Thank you SarahA and Leigh.<br /><br />My little lowercase dust-bit lines were meant as a sort of helpful filler, not so much captions as microcosmic asides, floating between and giving breathing space to the discrete worlds of Cornell's magical bricolage.<br /><br />(It is true that this time a flock of the usual Caps were left out to graze in the back pasture overnight; I think maybe a little airing every now and again does them a world of good.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9427317704907329412009-10-26T10:13:19.366-07:002009-10-26T10:13:19.366-07:00There's magic in those boxes,of pasts and imag...There's magic in those boxes,of pasts and imagination. Cornell makes us focus on the rose-tinted maps of our own lives. And i also really like how you've written this piece - filling your own boxes. I don't know if JC ever wrote poetry, but if he had, they would have been in this style..https://www.blogger.com/profile/00532376301529981186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-65467137480337084712009-10-26T01:26:59.638-07:002009-10-26T01:26:59.638-07:00This is toooooooooooooooooooooo long for me Thomas...This is toooooooooooooooooooooo long for me Thomas, way too long and you expect me to read such! Oh my!<br />*teasing*<br />I do not know this Mister Cornell. I am going to have to go research.<br />The loss of all those 'Caps' has me confused now. I am so use to them with you. Just wait until I start using them, I will confuse you! There is also no punctuation! Why? Ok leaving that aside, the images within are striking and I am especially liking the <br />'marbles toy birds seen though the magic prism<br />a child's vision the mind assembling a cosmology<br />a bricolage of bits of this and bits of that<br />maps pieces of cloth illustrations in encyclopedias'<br />Thought provoking words, you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-11541645108779152242009-10-25T18:55:31.879-07:002009-10-25T18:55:31.879-07:00David,
Well, I am trying to imagine JC, in the ba...David,<br /><br />Well, I am trying to imagine JC, in the basement of his mother's cramped little house at 37-08 Utopia Parkway in Flushing, Queens, staring into the mirror of one of his boxes and saying, "Yah talkin to ME?"TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-56822745722958669272009-10-25T12:22:26.872-07:002009-10-25T12:22:26.872-07:00Tom, don't you think Cornell's quirky (but...Tom, don't you think Cornell's quirky (but touching) habit of shadowing innocent-looking youths has cinematic possibilities? Imagine a bony, oh, Billy Bob Thornton tailing an angelic shopgirl around a Hopperesque Manhatten--like James Stewart and Kim Novak in San Francisco. And then, in Travis Bickle fashion, he writes about her in his diary.Delia Psychehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03020484032408233158noreply@blogger.com