tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4550942034258863121..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: William Carlos Williams: Sketch for a Portrait of Henry FordUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-55730974544342716352012-07-03T17:24:05.234-07:002012-07-03T17:24:05.234-07:00detritis of the gettaway
driving west into the su...detritis of the gettaway<br /><br />driving west into the sunset<br />in a convertible<br /><br />dudes you're messing me up<br /><br />Not Fade Away....Holly, the Stones,<br />the Dead<br /><br /><br />the long highwayElmo St. Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588245143022651357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63898844062067675472012-06-29T09:01:17.715-07:002012-06-29T09:01:17.715-07:00Clunk a lunk, clunk a lunk
in a bucket
through sp...Clunk a lunk, clunk a lunk <br />in a bucket<br />through space--<br />I was so young and alive<br />I thought it was my skin<br />metal<br />and oil<br />my blood<br />and gasoline<br />my idea <br />of things<br />I needed<br />that became ideas<br />I wanted<br />all working together<br />in the factory<br />with me, with you<br />forever<br />our hygieneSusan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-55680455407485921892012-06-29T04:01:49.500-07:002012-06-29T04:01:49.500-07:00Slaves when I meant clowns
Who have wandered into ...Slaves when I meant clowns<br />Who have wandered into test sites?<br /> <br />Duh, you mean us? <br /><br />The dumb weight, the dull horror, the disappointment, the accumulated evil, the insult to life and the living, the sharp stab at the root which opens up the vein of patchwork mechanical futility, the candy that tastes like gasoline, the gasoline that is the candy of the junk culture whose history is writ in systematic dehumanization and a stain of muck visible from outer space?<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/junked.html" rel="nofollow">Junked</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/show-your-stripes.html" rel="nofollow">Show Your Stripes!</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/industrial-archeology-lf-celine-my-time.html" rel="nofollow">Industrial Archeology: L.-F Céline: My Time at Ford's ("You're here to make the movements you're told to")</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/edward-burtynsky-automotive-detritus.html" rel="nofollow">Edward Burtynsky: Automotive Detritus</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/edward-burtynsky-oil-transportation-and.html" rel="nofollow">Edward Burtynsky: Oil, Transportation and Motor Culture</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/industrial-archeology-loss-edward.html" rel="nofollow">Industrial Archeology: Loss (Edward Burtynsky)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/industrial-archeology-watch-fords-go-by.html" rel="nofollow">Industrial Archeology: Watch the Fords Go By!</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/industrial-archeology-you-could-be-only.html" rel="nofollow">Industrial Archeology: "You could be only 1/16th of an inch from eternity"</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/industrial-archeology-motor-city-mythic.html" rel="nofollow">Industrial Archeology: Motor City, Mythic Vistas (Charles Sheeler, 1928-1932</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/industrial-archeology-ruins-yves.html" rel="nofollow">Industrial Archeology: Ruins (Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre)</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-84071083081389813292012-06-28T18:07:55.850-07:002012-06-28T18:07:55.850-07:00The old tech: short bolts, dented bottom, sludge, ...The old tech: short bolts, dented bottom, sludge, steel grit against <br />the new tech: whirl, velocity, pivot, way, propel, space.<br /><br />The central is buried--handle flimsy in this poem of disappointment.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-18998064702882594432012-06-28T18:01:39.543-07:002012-06-28T18:01:39.543-07:00"Slaves when I meant clowns" goes round ..."Slaves when I meant clowns" goes round and round to wrap around Williams' off-kilter sketch.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24333809356428270252012-06-28T14:01:54.557-07:002012-06-28T14:01:54.557-07:00This is also about the making of a character, the ...This is also about the making of a character, the dumb weight of that oil, and that arm swinging round and round like some kid on a wasteland throwing the ruins about. For all the soullessness of the constituent parts, there's something laughable, endearing even, about this bit of patchwork mechanical futility.<br /><br />Given all the dull horror that begins with Ford, this is a sharp stab at the root.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-65595259218063805372012-06-28T12:57:47.594-07:002012-06-28T12:57:47.594-07:00William Gottleib captures a time in “the once happ...William Gottleib captures a time in “the once happy valley” when jazz was great and the men and women making it were great too, and making the scene along 52nd St. None other than Errol Garner, J.C. Heard and Oscar Pettiford are at the 3 Deuces, while down the street, it seems Art Tatum is the at piano, wigging out fans at another jazz club.<br /><br />By the way, Hazard Response is finer than fine.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37483417722634228162012-06-28T10:53:07.276-07:002012-06-28T10:53:07.276-07:00Gasoline
That was raw chalk, an old
shoe to chew ...Gasoline<br /><br />That was raw chalk, an old<br />shoe to chew on—that was my<br />eraser, a medicine I had no name for,<br />that was a part of some dried up glue <br />I hungered for, watched the other kids<br />eat it. That was something I had never <br />known about. It became liquid and yet more solid<br />in my mouth. A joke. Muktuk. Ulu. Oogruk. Kuspuck.<br /><br />Nome, and the candy bar I bought at the filling station.<br />I ate it behind the lockers<br />where our meat was stored. Where<br />I stood and imagined being shut inside.<br />It was warmer in there than outside.<br />The candy tasted like gasoline.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-61931314925533949322012-06-28T10:41:58.853-07:002012-06-28T10:41:58.853-07:00Tom,
Yes, the prescience of the good Doctor, juxt...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, the prescience of the good Doctor, juxtaposition w/Russell Lee's photos from "the same era" (and that John Vachon "Junkyard, Washington, D.C" -- oh my!<br />Thanks for helping us to keep our eyes wide open, taking to the highways and byways this summer. . .<br /><br />6.28<br /><br />light coming into sky above black plane<br />of ridge, crow calling from pine branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> motion which has been known,<br /> for which there is no<br /><br /> similar place, can be drawn<br /> in any direction, not<br /><br />silver line of sun reflected in channel,<br />cloudless blue sky to the left of pointSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54376955818788362782012-06-28T10:30:31.503-07:002012-06-28T10:30:31.503-07:00Hazen, I read it exactly the same way.Hazen, I read it exactly the same way.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33144751044607059472012-06-28T10:26:32.055-07:002012-06-28T10:26:32.055-07:00Wow! Hilarious poem by Williams. Biting. At least ...Wow! Hilarious poem by Williams. Biting. At least that's my read. (You know me). And those photos of all the front-lit detritus of civilization. And Mike, guardian of all things rusty and bent, stogie in hand, looking quite pleased down in Abbeville, La. The business of America, gentlemen, is junk.<br /><br />Nice, very nice, Tom.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-31914084685859631172012-06-28T09:42:15.236-07:002012-06-28T09:42:15.236-07:00Conrad, that same prescient passage seemed from he...Conrad, that same prescient passage seemed from here to have returned as part of the atmospheric fallout from the towers falling in the unreal city, what now seems ages ago.<br /><br />As in that grey exurban wasteland in Gatsby<br />When the white sky darkens over the city<br />Of ashes, far from the once happy valley,<br />This daze spreads across the blank faces<br />Of the inhabitants, suddenly deprived<br />Of the kingdom’s original promised gift.<br />Did I say kingdom when I meant place<br />Of worship? Original when I meant<br />Damaged in handling? Promised when<br />I meant stolen? Gift when I meant<br />Trick? Inhabitants when I meant slaves?<br />Slaves when I meant clowns<br />Who have wandered into test sites? Test<br />Sites when I meant contagious hospitals?<br />Contagious hospitals when I meant clouds<br />Of laughing gas? Laughing gas<br />When I meant tears?<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/hazard-response.html" rel="nofollow">Hazard Response</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-23745356027293572232012-06-28T09:31:15.495-07:002012-06-28T09:31:15.495-07:00I'm reminded suddenly of the "valley of a...I'm reminded suddenly of the "valley of ashes" in The Great Gatsby: of death by car.Conrad DiDiodatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286noreply@blogger.com