tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5537073810926482825..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Scavenged Materials: The NovelistUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-11599783609952871992011-07-26T08:44:30.801-07:002011-07-26T08:44:30.801-07:00+1 on what ACravan said.
"undingw"+1 on what ACravan said. <br /><br />"undingw"Robbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12312524900784740898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-10410222166246533812011-07-26T03:33:13.242-07:002011-07-26T03:33:13.242-07:00You found a way to say more about the various even...You found a way to say more about the various events "covered" in this piece than all the news articles I've read "combined" (as they say). I've been carrying this around with me for the last couple of days and find it more and more powerful and intensely memorable. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-16899624803308078652011-07-24T07:12:12.354-07:002011-07-24T07:12:12.354-07:00It may be that the intruder in the net is the nove...It may be that the intruder in the net is the novelist... or the anima of the soul spilling out from behind the Lone Ranger Mask. <br /><br />Kemosabe and all that.<br /><br />The conference was more than adequate. Groaning kegs of nocwlby.<br /><br />Monsieur and Madame Precario came in pink retardant.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43092313449062477222011-07-24T07:02:42.184-07:002011-07-24T07:02:42.184-07:00Tom,
Wow, "these blistering resemblances&quo...Tom,<br /><br />Wow, "these blistering resemblances" --- Johnny likes the intruder trapped in a net by the robot . . . .<br /><br />7.24<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible<br />top of ridge, birds calling from branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> has disappeared takes place <br /> here, without however<br /><br /> ground the longer one looks,<br /> but what was, exactly<br /><br />grey white fog against invisible ridge,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-91336443167955214532011-07-24T06:16:04.354-07:002011-07-24T06:16:04.354-07:00"del woman spilling out"
should read/be ..."del woman spilling out"<br />should read/be written down as"<br /> "REAL woman spilling out"<br /><br />OH WELL, where IS my Lone Ranger mask & a<br />silver bullet ?Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-65938160822758266232011-07-24T06:12:06.214-07:002011-07-24T06:12:06.214-07:00I too ..... know .... this
"female character...I too ..... know .... this<br />"female character"<br /><br />a "del woman spilling out ...."<br />who 'scavenges' inside & outside of<br />mind<br /><br />"she is constructed by some semiconscious mask less self"<br /><br />I skimmed through this post yesterday this morning READ the passage..... GOOD STUFF !<br /><br />want is to see how you develop this .... well ... long-poem...<br /><br />maybe "she & "you" can via any pressing presciented knowledge<br /><br />"pin "her" down in all-ways juxtaposed with "your"<br /> own<br /><br />'CONSTRUCTED (by some) semiconscious mask less self" ?<br /><br />methinks that you are 'on to' something big here....<br /><br />maybe this requires a sheet of paper and a new ribbon ?<br /><br />thanks... you 'made my day' .... again.Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-4022047784956740862011-07-23T15:25:22.164-07:002011-07-23T15:25:22.164-07:00lion shrine at
Bandelier Nat'l park... never
...lion shrine at <br />Bandelier Nat'l park... never<br />made it there...altitude and<br />wild fire...pink retardant dropped<br />from plane...thought I was in shape<br />but couldn't keep up with the<br />smoke jumpers...<br /><br />the Indians purportedly discussed<br />the machinations at Los Alamos<br />in their kivas...<br />as the A Bomb was hatched just over<br />the pinion and juniper covered hillsElmo St. Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588245143022651357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-39885040456983897552011-07-23T15:18:24.365-07:002011-07-23T15:18:24.365-07:00Tom, this was wonderful. Shot right through me. I ...Tom, this was wonderful. Shot right through me. I will need a lot of nocwlby to recover.Robbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12312524900784740898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-50859715008681448252011-07-23T08:35:15.583-07:002011-07-23T08:35:15.583-07:00Tom, everybody's dawning prescience has its ow...Tom, everybody's dawning prescience has its own flavor, but ... your rings a bill with me, and it seems to "harmonize" with mine, so let me share a few words scavenged by moi so far this morning (and yes, my harmony may be your WTF?). Sp please indulge ...:<br /><br />"And remember: the despot is nothing more than a “dead rat’s ass suspended from the ceiling of the sky.” And remember your Allies when the moment is right: The Yellow Serpent and The Spitting Cobra and The Blue Mongoose and Old Sarge and Shifty Sawyer the End Run Kid. And even Audrey. Because why? Because when you learn to live, finally, you will find yourself one of the junk-suturing salvagepunks whose philosophy you have been central to constructing, trying to make it thru another day in the waste zones of your teeming plague city. Amid the tsunami’s “seaspawn and seawrack”, monsieur et madame Precario, dodging the banks and cannibals and general nastiness, the apocalyptic of our daily."<br /><br />Be well. awell as can be.John B-Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01041221232768939991noreply@blogger.com