tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4686060313660157273..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Ghost WoodUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-3620841382698947992013-03-11T04:48:36.517-07:002013-03-11T04:48:36.517-07:00Yes, what is unsaid about those drops of blood, gl...Yes, what is unsaid about those drops of blood, glistening and thus evidently fresh, says more than perhaps could be said. <br /><br />(The image put me in mind of a chilling scene from the Michael Haneke film Caché.) <br /><br />Whistling in the dark, a frightened child's magical defense in the terrifying universal Gothic forest.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44810684206289589912013-03-11T00:46:35.533-07:002013-03-11T00:46:35.533-07:00Who indeed? Just the thought is enough to send shi...Who indeed? Just the thought is enough to send shivers through your trunk—not to mention your head, neck and limbs.<br /><br /><br /><br />vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48002120735341152042013-03-10T19:31:32.360-07:002013-03-10T19:31:32.360-07:00The pictures remind me of Henry Treece:
The wood i...The pictures remind me of Henry Treece:<br />The wood is full of shining eyes,<br />The wood is full of creeping feet,<br />The wood is full of tiny cries:<br />You must not go to the wood at night!<br /><br />I wonder if all children are "born for horror and fear." Even my entirely benign childhood was filled with terrors -- I was convinced the old priest at our church was a vampire, that burglars stalked our house every night, and that angels would kidnap me in my sleep (that song from Hansel and Gretel about angels keeping watch was not as comforting as my mother hoped). <br />Norahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439557611640319928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-52684240782468022102013-03-10T16:04:12.596-07:002013-03-10T16:04:12.596-07:00Drops of blood glistened on the side steps where h...Drops of blood glistened on the side steps where hares were butchered on weekends.<br /><br />The question of whose blood this is glistening - hare or human - trembles.<br /><br />Those trees are bloody terrifying.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-22414270282643797542013-03-10T12:51:45.229-07:002013-03-10T12:51:45.229-07:00This is a passage from the opening paragraph of Ha...This is a passage from the opening paragraph of Handke's fourth (and, I think, best) novel. The protagonist, an Austrian visiting America, is trying to get over a bad marriage. However, upon getting to the US, he discovers that his ex-wife is pursuing him. The pair make their way across America in an uneasy passage that ends up with a visit to the movie director John Ford, who offers mysterious ruminations on the cultural landscape.<br /><br />Handke was born in a small town in Austria. At the age of two he was taken by his mother, a Carinthian Slovene, to live in Berlin. This was the period (1944-45) of American daylight bombing raids.<br /><br />The site pictured -- the Gespensterwald, or Ghost Wood -- is located on the Baltic. It is a spooky-looking place. Who can know what has happened or might or will happen in the ominous darkness under those ghost trees?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63619881255717899442013-03-10T08:12:34.523-07:002013-03-10T08:12:34.523-07:00Tom,
Thanks for this remembrance of things past, b...Tom,<br />Thanks for this remembrance of things past, brings to mind <br /><br />"Whose woods these are I think I know. . ."<br /><br />"I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,<br />Knowing the truth of things unseen before. . ."<br /><br />3.10<br /><br />light coming into sky above black plane<br />of ridge, song sparrow calling in field<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> closed, is possible only if<br /> matter less than that<br /><br /> equation, form of the field,<br /> matter to be composed<br /><br />silver of sunlight reflected in channel,<br />cloudless blue sky above green of ridge<br />STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30677179616844528482013-03-10T07:58:19.949-07:002013-03-10T07:58:19.949-07:00a wonderful feelings among those trees...a wonderful feelings among those trees...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com