tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4914086421184190165..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Robert Duncan: Unkingd by affection?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-35336812124156447492012-01-21T02:51:42.420-08:002012-01-21T02:51:42.420-08:00This is extraordinary. CurtisThis is extraordinary. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-26284116401620728132012-01-18T07:30:45.709-08:002012-01-18T07:30:45.709-08:00one hell-of-a-piece
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One hell-of-a poet
Dunc...one hell-of-a-piece<br />from <br />One hell-of-a poet<br /><br />Duncan<br /><br />then as now<br />SWAMPS<br /><br />(just about) everyboddhi !<br /><br />He introduced Charles Olson at <br />That 1965 Berkeley Poetry Reading.<br /><br />&<br /><br />in 1971<br />when off to lunch at John Cage's <br /> when I knocked on the door<br />Robert Duncan opened it....<br /><br />"John's downstairs. Knock on the basement door."<br /><br />&, as in that third paragraph; he had "jewel-like" eyes<br />that<br /> (also)<br /><br />castd "reflexions upon the daily surfaces"<br /><br /> upon<br />the Inside Ones &<br />the Outside Ones<br /><br />simultaneously<br /><br />&<br />that magnificent/true stanza that opens with:<br /><br /><br />"One has moved only to a world (etc)"<br /><br />have never read this poem..... thanks.Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-53113790881703025552012-01-17T15:32:49.529-08:002012-01-17T15:32:49.529-08:00Very unsettling Tom. On so many different levels. ...Very unsettling Tom. On so many different levels. <br />And moving too. What a wise man.<br /><br />The inscrutable portent which is<br />inertia.<br /><br />Poem is tight crystal and is not the same when broken apart like a geode in order to find a crystal--<br /><br />Reading it, I can feel I am home. <br /><br />And thanks for the locations bit.<br /><br />PS- truth is always very unsettling I guess. For ex. <br /><br />If you dont have an iphone you dont have an iphone.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83308415125330164892012-01-17T06:57:35.841-08:002012-01-17T06:57:35.841-08:00Many thanks for attending, friends.
"Poem i...Many thanks for attending, friends.<br /><br /><br />"Poem is tight crystal and is not the same when broken apart like a geode in order to find a crystal--"<br /><br />Oh, yes!<br /><br /><br />Steve, thinking of "locations"--<br /><br />The years of nights and nights of years do run together more and more as one stumbles down the broken steps into a doubtful future, but... it must have been four or five years now that ago I happened to be wandering along Shattuck near the corner of Hearst, past the block where RD resided around the time this poem was writ... when there came, from that direction, a large explosion, with reverberating aftershocks; followed within moments by great roarings of firetrucks, squad cars & c.<br /><br />A veteran panhandler whose place of business is just round that corner exclaimed, "Al Qaeda!" <br /><br />And my thought was, uh-oh, Robert's house has just spontaneously combusted!<br /><br />We were both mistaken. Turned out some current dwellers in that house had been having a bit too much fun with fireworks.<br /><br />But there is perhaps a certain volatility built into even the memory of a great poet's presence...TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-89103846454110879812012-01-16T18:45:07.285-08:002012-01-16T18:45:07.285-08:00Beryl pearl crystal ocean silence deep down light ...Beryl pearl crystal ocean silence deep down light smooth exchange<br /><br />Definitely, pleasures are not domestic (poem essay)<br /><br />here they are on those shiny surfaces<br />which are tossed aside/act as shelters<br /><br />"sheltered by our humble imaginary lives"<br /><br />Poem is tight crystal and is not the same when broken apart like a geode in order to find a crystal--Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44235898143933794622012-01-16T10:23:03.607-08:002012-01-16T10:23:03.607-08:00Tom,
Great to hear Duncan introducing himself the...Tom,<br /><br />Great to hear Duncan introducing himself then reading this -- Berkeley, 1952 (I wonder where in Berkeley). I heard him read in Dwinelle 155 once (late 60s or early 70s), remember how he'd 'score' the rhythms with his hand, as conducting an orchestra (of sound) ---<br /><br />"One exchanges the empire of one's desire for the anarchy of pleasures."<br /><br />1.16<br /><br />light coming into sky above black plane<br />of ridge, white half moon behind branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> system of reference, motion<br /> of co-ordinates which<br /><br /> with respect to position is,<br /> has been, can only be<br /><br />grey white clouds reflected in channel,<br />shadowed green slope of ridge above itSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37094995538876251792012-01-16T09:42:54.754-08:002012-01-16T09:42:54.754-08:00Yikes! Imagine YOUR name was Woodman and try to li...Yikes! Imagine YOUR name was Woodman and try to live with those last two lines.<br /><br />This place is a marvel, Tom.kenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12448791356455016794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-42396295799497185632012-01-16T09:08:28.810-08:002012-01-16T09:08:28.810-08:00Very nice. That website shall get me through my mo...Very nice. That website shall get me through my morning, I think. I am also eager to check out <a href="http://www.amazon.com/H-D-Collected-Writings-Robert-Duncan/dp/0520260759" rel="nofollow">the first volume</a> of his complete works that are now trickling out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74697769322602035372012-01-16T07:00:21.431-08:002012-01-16T07:00:21.431-08:00Absolutely loved the reading, Tom. Thanks for the...Absolutely loved the reading, Tom. Thanks for the link - it came alive.Issa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-78673847838739411862012-01-16T06:03:45.715-08:002012-01-16T06:03:45.715-08:00This piece is the first on the menu in a recording...This piece is the first on the menu in a recording of Robert Duncan reading his poems in Berkeley, 22 March 1952:<br /><br /><a href="http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Duncan.php" rel="nofollow">Unkingd by affection?</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com