tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5347356909957983744..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Scraps (The Messenger)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67208140650502558952010-01-06T02:43:28.080-08:002010-01-06T02:43:28.080-08:00My dear Rachel,
Thank you very much, I needed tha...My dear Rachel,<br /><br />Thank you very much, I needed that.<br /><br />In my doggy delirium I am always attempting to learn some new tricks. Like disappearing. <br /><br />Which is why I have woof'd out my response to your kind comment not here but <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/alert.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-55515548782158548122010-01-05T03:48:26.261-08:002010-01-05T03:48:26.261-08:00"Years were going by in the canyons of the tw..."Years were going by in the canyons of the two-second spaces between the beats of his heart."<br /><br />Yes, here too. Thank you for putting words to it. Beautiful and terrifying post.<br /><br />Alert, as well, if I dare say it. . .Rachel Lodenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07643048091966293914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-32722626659971947752010-01-04T07:46:58.183-08:002010-01-04T07:46:58.183-08:00Rachel,
Sympathies from here.
I am, I am told, i...Rachel,<br /><br />Sympathies from here.<br /><br />I am, I am told, in a state of permanent delirium, yet remain apparently alert, like <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/alert.html" rel="nofollow">Old Nipper</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30620744708873799652010-01-04T06:52:26.893-08:002010-01-04T06:52:26.893-08:00P.S. Truth is that I am sicker than I can ever rem...P.S. Truth is that I am sicker than I can ever remember being with what is probably still a cold, so some of the feverishness of the above can no doubt be written off to delirium. . .Rachel Lodenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07643048091966293914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-28764435675770364792010-01-04T06:40:53.446-08:002010-01-04T06:40:53.446-08:00No restraints! Unless you're into that sort of...No restraints! Unless you're into that sort of thing.<br /><br />Old-Victrola-ear-cocked-alert sounds more the speed I meant.<br /><br />Scratch ferocious, then, -- fierce is closer to the bone. . .<br /><br />Sorry to terrify,<br /><br />love to A.Rachel Lodenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07643048091966293914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-61811592396021729612010-01-04T06:01:14.130-08:002010-01-04T06:01:14.130-08:00Rachel,
This thought is terrifying to consider.
...Rachel,<br /><br />This thought is terrifying to consider.<br /><br />I would like to think though that we were not so much all-out barking-mad ferocious (here I use the royal "we" of course) as, possibly, just sort of terrier-alert or cat-alert... old-Victrola-ear-cocked-alert.. at least not quite requiring the restraints just yet?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88964051416174901722010-01-04T03:00:17.061-08:002010-01-04T03:00:17.061-08:00Tom, as it is said in the books of Bokonon (which ...Tom, as it is said in the books of Bokonon (which is to say in Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle, which you may despise) we are some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. "What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met! I loved everything I saw!"<br /><br />But it's not time to say good night. How could either of us sit up with more attention, more ferocity, than we are right now?Rachel Lodenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07643048091966293914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-81199399547703171522010-01-02T07:00:44.699-08:002010-01-02T07:00:44.699-08:00Rachel,
I believe you have retained and are holdi...Rachel,<br /><br />I believe you have retained and are holding up your own footing quite adequately. While gracefully growing younger by the year. (Actually "all kidding aside" I do know one blogger like that, a true genius, her profile age was 73 for a while, then 37, now 36...)<br /><br />My feeling is that one would be lucky to gain and brave to keep one's footing at all, in any case.<br /><br />I've always tried to stay in a sort of slipstream. "Drafting" I think is the word for it. But lately I feel myself being outdistanced a bit by the moving (living might be a better word) object whose velocity I am attempting to borrow. (This is kinda hard to explain, er... ) and thus dragged back into a slower ambient medium (mud perhaps). "This must be the end".TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-8415076453946199792010-01-02T04:13:29.097-08:002010-01-02T04:13:29.097-08:00No, it's my own age I'm showing, Tom -- bu...No, it's my own age I'm showing, Tom -- but then I've been shamelessly ancient for a long time.<br /><br />T.B. as secret subtext makes perfect sense. He <i>was</i> in over his head, wasn't he? So were you and I. <br /><br />So how did we manage to keep our footing at all in that moving stream? <br /><br />Anyway, thanks for this -- I'll never listen to "Sweet Surrender" again in quite the same way.Rachel Lodenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07643048091966293914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70789403963172649402009-12-27T18:07:29.923-08:002009-12-27T18:07:29.923-08:00Added to NetflixAdded to Netflix~otto~https://www.blogger.com/profile/08859835662556335529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63878428611255620912009-12-27T04:18:15.721-08:002009-12-27T04:18:15.721-08:00Well, "sparking" for "sparkling&quo...Well, "sparking" for "sparkling" will do well enough. (If the glass slipper fits...)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-49303016432592954292009-12-27T04:14:36.847-08:002009-12-27T04:14:36.847-08:00Rachel,
Strange fits of passion have I known, but...Rachel,<br /><br />Strange fits of passion have I known, but few so pleasant as having a fellow Tim Buckley nut show up in the middle of the night on my lonesome little blog, once again showing her sparking nocturnal brilliance... and my age.<br /><br />T.B., I'll have you know, has been the secret subtext of Beyond the Pale almost since its curious inception. A little noticed yet strong clue was <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadow-play.html" rel="nofollow">this</a>.<br /><br />I've been keeping that candle in the window burning all along, oft unnoticeable, a cerebral ember, in the dim, cobwebbed chambers.<br /><br />Ah the years...<br /><br />Many the night in our little exposed glass box at the lip of Duxbury Reef I dawdled with the twelve string reverb effects in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=706YvWPL-EU" rel="nofollow">this</a>.<br /><br />The rage and tenderness and pain and equivocation of desire, all shifting within the words, nothing else like it then or now.<br /><br />'Cause there's just a few things, honey<br />I'm not old enough to do for you<br />And they're the things, momma<br />You just never care to show me...<br /><br />But now you're gonna go out<br />And get yourself<br />A reputation<br />But I'm gonna have to show you<br />Where to start<br />And then you're gonna bring back<br />Your little reputation<br />And prove to me<br />What I could not prove to you<br /><br />'Cause I was just too young at heart...<br /><br />So give it up, momma<br />It ain't gonna be no good<br />It keeps goin' 'round and 'round<br />You hurt me<br />Then I hurt you again<br />All that's left to do<br />Is give it up,<br />No, no, give it up<br />And surrender...<br /><br /><br />I still can't quite believe that an artist who was virtually a baby should have so well inkled the nuances and complications of intense emotional situations between alleged adults. In that respect I'd almost dare compare the Buckley song with a classic like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSEiyF64z3o&feature=related" rel="nofollow">this one</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-51617363033098619622009-12-27T02:43:08.355-08:002009-12-27T02:43:08.355-08:00Tom, Buckley haunts me too. Think I saw him four t...Tom, Buckley haunts me too. Think I saw him four times -- twice at the Warhol-owned Balloon Farm (with Zappa and the Mothers of Invention), once at the Folklore Center, and last (fairly close to his death) at Berkeley Community Theater.<br /><br />At the Balloon Farm he was as astonishing as his first record, which had just come out; at the Folklore Center (not too much later) he appeared to be on the edge of fury with his eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge the tiny audience in any way. We didn't mind (or I didn't), but it seemed an index of the pressure he was under.<br /><br />Have to admit he bored me musically at Berkeley Community -- maybe what he did was wonderful and I just didn't get it, but by my lights he had lost his way, or found his way to something much more workmanlike and uninspiring.<br /><br />Talk about a figure for a time, though -- shooting star, shooting I guess all too literally.Rachel Lodenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07643048091966293914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43103188791247300032009-12-27T00:50:21.666-08:002009-12-27T00:50:21.666-08:00...And speaking of rainy nights, danger, weirdness......And speaking of rainy nights, danger, weirdness, psycho, America and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZfXb0OwCjM" rel="nofollow">Lorca</a>...<br /><br />Forty years later, I still haven't sorted this song out.<br /><br />Then it sounded eerily "double" to me; Buckley's writing still reminds me now, a bit, of Jim Carroll's work of the same period... well, less hint of the street survivor perhaps...in fact definitely, as the record shows... but two sweet lyricists of the night infatuated maybe with the same dubious will o' the wisp promise of protection from the same fate notification messenger.<br /><br />She's your home when no one wants you<br />She'll give you life when you're so tired<br />She'll ease your fears ah when you're a stranger...<br /><br />If the Ben Foster character in The Messenger has his head screwed (well, sewn) back together possibly a little TOO tightly, at least he seems able to sort out that the "she" is a woman. Historical progress?TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-72390854554630070942009-12-26T23:54:58.050-08:002009-12-26T23:54:58.050-08:00Bob, Michael,
"...but the weeping is an imme...Bob, Michael,<br /><br />"...but the weeping is an immense violin,<br />the tears muzzle the wind,<br />nothing else is heard but the weeping..."<br /><br />No, it must be the seeping of the rain in the night through the rotting roof-eve tarpaulins...<br /><br />Without a bit (a lot?) of denial, how could we... go on?<br /><br />We can't go on. We'll go on.<br /><br />Michael, a character playing the role of a man who has had part of his head blown off -- I can see all sorts of reasons, beyond the immediate practical ones, why you might want to wait a bit before checking it out.<br /><br />When the season of your recovery is complete however you might, as an actor yourself, want to consider the work of Ben Foster in this film. An intense, powerful screen presence in much the same way as the young De Niro. Up to now he has been largely limited to secondary parts, typecast as weirdo/psycho (3:10 to Yuma, Alpha Dog); but here, given the opportunity (and responsibility) to do something more... a revelation. He carries the film to a place where I don't think it could otherwise have gone.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48678502829672058192009-12-26T20:37:35.875-08:002009-12-26T20:37:35.875-08:00Tom, I haven't seen this (haven't been abl...Tom, I haven't seen this (haven't been able to get out to the movies yet) but I had intended to, now more than ever. You really made palpable what I was dreading, i.e. a story with no, or little, hope or joy. But after reading your post the joy I expect will be in the artistry and the hope in the reality that as Becket and O'Hara and others have said better, we can't go on and yet—we do.Lallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05310472614196384595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71465222480045145182009-12-26T13:21:48.451-08:002009-12-26T13:21:48.451-08:00(coda, a little later in the day)
Tom, I would ne...(coda, a little later in the day)<br /><br />Tom, I would never want your feelings denied. I believe your feeling "hurt" is quite similar to my own. It is compassion.<br /><br />There are others that hurt and so want to hurt others.<br /><br />Here is what friend Federico once wrote:<br /><br />THE LAMENT<br /><br />I have shut my balcony<br />because I do not want to hear the weeping,<br />but from behind the grey walls<br />nothing else is heard but the weeping.<br /><br />There are very few angels that sing,<br />there are very few dogs that bark,<br />a thousand violins fit into the palm of the hand;<br />but the weeping is an immense violin,<br />the tears muzzle the wind,<br />nothing else is heard but the weeping.<br /><br />Lorca (trans. JL Gili & Stephen Spender)<br /><br />And then he was murdered by those that hurt others.Bob Arnold / Longhousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00016178166202192089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-89939306536378857532009-12-26T07:58:55.343-08:002009-12-26T07:58:55.343-08:00Dear Ring,
Yeah, I know you...you're a lover....Dear Ring,<br /><br />Yeah, I know you...you're a lover.<br /><br />(here from an ice house w/ 2 cutie-pies)<br /><br />B.Bob Arnold / Longhousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00016178166202192089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-35089232001990926132009-12-26T07:15:45.985-08:002009-12-26T07:15:45.985-08:00Bob,
You've said this better than I could hav...Bob,<br /><br />You've said this better than I could have.<br /><br />I think there are probably cathartic nay even redemptive aspects to this story and certainly that is the way it appears to have been intended, as a call to understanding for the troubled souls of the soldiers. <br /><br />But the way a work is meant and the way it means are two different things.<br /><br />I felt the hurt, mostly. But you know me, Al.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1486130746851278152009-12-26T06:59:46.833-08:002009-12-26T06:59:46.833-08:00Beautiful, Tom,
a fine and quite concise epiphany...Beautiful, Tom,<br /><br />a fine and quite concise epiphany right out of the vest pockets of Joyce comes your film not-review — it is far better than any ol' review, it is an adjoining. You watch and become one with the film. The guy I will listen to.<br /><br />But I beg to differ about this: "Oren Moverman and Paul Thomas Anderson have one thing in common. They are both brave enough (or audacious enough) to keep looking at a scene until it begins to hurt."<br /><br />I don't believe it is "hurt" we feel on their courage and withstanding. We're already hurting — before we watch the film, before we sit down, as we sit down. That everlasting and no-pullaway-camera, and actors to reveal it to us, are showing us a likewise courage and actually: a love. We hurt by what we deny ourselves and what is being denied us. The actors, the story, and their characters are saying: yes, go for it.Bob Arnold / Longhousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00016178166202192089noreply@blogger.com