tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5534129717790420366..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: The Door to the ForestUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-31814366295084439832013-05-30T15:59:43.477-07:002013-05-30T15:59:43.477-07:00That's exactly what the forest smells like. It...That's exactly what the forest smells like. It's like opening the door and finding yourself standing on the edge, observing what's going on inside.<br />Click gently...Marie Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787850063283960703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-82638624531384090252010-07-15T16:56:11.879-07:002010-07-15T16:56:11.879-07:00As if we were in Wonderland!As if we were in Wonderland!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24864199737924530392010-07-15T07:24:38.377-07:002010-07-15T07:24:38.377-07:00Tom,
Yes, I imagined that (those 5 lines in bold ...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, I imagined that (those 5 lines in bold in "Side Order"), seeing Jessica (and "Air" below), and note (here) on eucalyptus and Mesa Road and Larch is welcome one (to me -- how good to think such 'events' are still present in your Berkeley world.STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-80752561219869804942010-07-15T07:12:48.224-07:002010-07-15T07:12:48.224-07:00Marylinn,
Yes, the raccoon is a multitasker: eat ...Marylinn,<br /><br />Yes, the raccoon is a multitasker: eat and tussle, tussle and eat, whatever it takes to get through the night, often all on the same night. <br /><br /><br />Sandra,<br /><br />The mint was real, growing in small aromatic patches along the roads.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-53013159138336290212010-07-14T10:49:03.282-07:002010-07-14T10:49:03.282-07:00into the mist, which smells like mint....I love th...into the mist, which smells like mint....I love that!Sandra.ifhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07861930312460679629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48134544095057576842010-07-14T08:49:16.445-07:002010-07-14T08:49:16.445-07:00Had your poetry and photos not nudged me to follow...Had your poetry and photos not nudged me to follow some of the links you offer, I might be less mute regarding today's posts. The glimpse into your remarkable life of writing and exploration tells me so much about your rich content, your uncommon kindness toward us aspirants.<br /><br />Our previous home in the foothills brought raccoons (also coyotes, mountain lions) but our cat would not back down one evening when the raccoon wanted first to eat, then to tussle, resulting in one or both of them shredding the screen door. I think I can identify the culprit.Marylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-18661822486792438592010-07-14T07:42:04.441-07:002010-07-14T07:42:04.441-07:00Steve,
space and time, defined
with respect to in...Steve,<br /><br />space and time, defined<br />with respect to inertia<br /><br />would encapsulate the dream state, or gloaming spell, that induced this poem, probably hatched down near Jim's cabin at the bottom of Mesa Road; though the eucalyptus woods behind our Ur-stwhile place on Larch might also have been the region of inception. <br /><br />(The five lines in bold in the post above, Side Order, also originated upon the Mesa, those from a notebook entry made in one of those charming homemade geodesic family dwellings of the period... which I speculated at the time might well have looked like craters from the POV of the Apollo astronauts ... all this back in the daze of one small step for mankind & c.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63108108270105414752010-07-14T07:09:59.208-07:002010-07-14T07:09:59.208-07:00Tom,
What a lovely poem for Jim, together with su...Tom,<br /><br />What a lovely poem for Jim, together with such photos as these. Who's EVER put him (Jim) together with RH?<br />Meanwhile, here (again) is what I woke to. . . .<br /><br />7.14<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible<br />top of shadowed ridge, sparrows calling <br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> that space and time, defined<br /> with respect to inertia<br /><br /> transferred from body, there<br /> changed, is simply that<br /><br />grey-white of fog against top of ridge,<br />wingspan of tern flapping toward pointSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67672963289128508042010-07-14T07:02:38.618-07:002010-07-14T07:02:38.618-07:00The season of Wakes, St Johns Eve and thereabouts....The season of Wakes, St Johns Eve and thereabouts. From Middle English wacu, a watch. Niht wacu=night watch.<br />Reviled and outlawed by the Puritans in the 1640s. Restraint and proscription of pleasure the salient of the assault on nature.<br /><br />Come Anthea, let us two<br />Go to Feast, as others do.<br />Tarts and Custards, Creams and Cakes,<br />Are the Junketts still at Wakes...<br /><br />(Herrick, the Wake, from Hesperides, 1648)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88374105259341650882010-07-14T06:52:17.888-07:002010-07-14T06:52:17.888-07:00There are wakenings unto wakenings.There are wakenings unto wakenings.Skip Foxnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-38953207734534695202010-07-14T06:39:51.210-07:002010-07-14T06:39:51.210-07:00What a beautiful, memorable poem and what extraord...What a beautiful, memorable poem and what extraordinary photos.Curtis Robertsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60967897575151875252010-07-14T05:33:47.586-07:002010-07-14T05:33:47.586-07:00who can wake up from this dream?
it's all awak...who can wake up from this dream?<br />it's all awakening...human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.com