tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post6464809545042204032..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Madre (Life Notes)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60645587299926123092011-09-25T00:19:54.688-07:002011-09-25T00:19:54.688-07:00Iggiz, he knew.
Sometimes when I close my eyes I ...Iggiz, he knew.<br /><br />Sometimes when I close my eyes I wonder if I will ever open them again.<br /><br />To sleep, perchance to dream... 'twould be bueno.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-17200496467272850442011-09-23T19:19:17.407-07:002011-09-23T19:19:17.407-07:00Beautiful, Tom. I love the warning yet I also thin...Beautiful, Tom. I love the warning yet I also think "can pass by in an instant" is misleading - every life passes by in an instant whether we like it or not. Iggiz told me that once, and I believe it, right or wrong. Where are we? Sometimes when I close my eyes it's the same as when they are open and that makes me wonder.Robbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12312524900784740898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-42496597557649139362011-09-23T07:45:58.962-07:002011-09-23T07:45:58.962-07:00I once walked the trail around the base of Devil&#...I once walked the trail around the base of Devil's Tower. You can see out over the ridges and grasslands of the <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/17/Devils_tower_lookingaway.jpg" rel="nofollow">Black Hills</a> stretching away for what seems like a hundred miles. When that was Indian country, it was possible to look out over a great wandering sea of Bison, from that sacred spot.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-8044812507359203722011-09-22T14:17:12.050-07:002011-09-22T14:17:12.050-07:00way back in the day me and Jamie Brownlow
long ab...way back in the day me and Jamie Brownlow<br />long about 1974 or so<br />camped out in The Badlands The Black Hills<br /><br />South Dakota<br /><br />and<br />I am telling you ... it was like being on the moon !<br /><br />Jamie and I were on the way back from California<br />to check on his family<br />who were in that huge flood that wiped out his family's town..<br /><br />I forget the name of the town..<br /><br />Jamie was )is) part Indian as I recall OGALOOGA <br /><br />(Sioux ?)<br />and while camping we cut our thumbs and exchanged blood<br /><br /><br />Marcia... I like to think that there are some things/places left ..... virginal<br /><br />now to see if I can find the name of that town and the floodEd Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44021035836098995302011-09-22T14:05:51.233-07:002011-09-22T14:05:51.233-07:00Places like Mt. Tam - and the Black Hills and Rock...Places like Mt. Tam - and the Black Hills and Rocky Mountains - give us that one chance in today's world to breathe, to be alone, to touch the face of something so much greater and larger than we are.Marciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17150292834089323928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60798061062762761982011-09-21T06:54:42.010-07:002011-09-21T06:54:42.010-07:00gamefaced,
and here i thought living a life was n...gamefaced,<br /><br />and here i thought living a life was nothing but conditions and all this liquid ifs meeting made me.<br /><br />I think I think that thought too now, every totally conditional night.<br /><br />Then, now.<br /><br />This poem dates back archeologically forty years, to a daylight dreamed real or stab-in-the-dark reality dream maybe not quite so totally conditional... anyway another place, another time. <br /><br />The period of dirt roads and family subsistence on under $1000 a year and feeling lucky at that.<br /><br />Still remember writing it, sitting inside a small homemade outdoor hutch constructed of carpet scrap and cinder blocks, with a corrugated plastic roof, looking up through the summer haze to that great bison mother mountain. <br /><br />She seemed like our friend. <br /><br />She has endured a lot. Now she looks down on designer clothing brand owners and movie directors and oenologists and weekending imperial gourmet queens.<br /><br />And does she care?<br /><br /><br />Ed,<br /><br />I didn't make up that White Buffalo myth ...<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/bison-skull-pile.html" rel="nofollow">and neither did Pawnee Bill</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-4567256939106498072011-09-20T13:42:50.902-07:002011-09-20T13:42:50.902-07:00and here i thought living a life was nothing but c...and here i thought living a life was nothing but conditions and all this liquid ifs meeting made me. but i do love that line sir.gamefacedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16562522181852339258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-78192300952265791102011-09-20T10:01:19.646-07:002011-09-20T10:01:19.646-07:00http://www.powersource.com/gallery/whiteb.html
I ...http://www.powersource.com/gallery/whiteb.html<br /><br />I didn't make up that White Buffalo myth ... it is<br />a Lakota beliefe and<br /><br />well ... let us all smoke that .... pipe...<br /><br />what's that old saying?<br /><br />"put this in your pipe and smoke it"<br /><br />and that old ditty"<br /><br />"Buffalo Girl won't you come<br />home tonight come home tonight<br />come home tonight and<br /> dance by the light of the Moon?"Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66143778910149875152011-09-20T09:13:43.964-07:002011-09-20T09:13:43.964-07:00that top photo is def
innately Mother !
maybe &qu...that top photo is def<br />innately Mother !<br />maybe "her" as buffalo<br /><br />"rent" in the fore<br />and the resting tine breasts<br /><br />up on the right<br /><br /><br />I am thinking of that American Indian mythological<br /><br />(as I recall) the mother of all life (Earth) that White Buffalo ?<br /><br />I too<br /><br />was up all night tossing things in mind <br />and practicing breathings<br /><br />that rut in that mountain precisely<br /><br />& the silenceEd Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-27714733078607459092011-09-20T08:50:25.963-07:002011-09-20T08:50:25.963-07:00Tom,
Great to see the mountain here (and just up ...Tom,<br /><br />Great to see the mountain here (and just up there!), hear these notes. . . .<br /><br />9.20<br /><br />first grey light in sky above blackness<br />of ridge, moon above planet in branches<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> “more elaborated,” position<br /> of space in more that<br /><br /> not far from it, what would<br /> be called, becomes it<br /><br />silver of low sun reflected in channel,<br />cormorant flapping across toward pointSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-53484088289854337442011-09-20T07:26:31.477-07:002011-09-20T07:26:31.477-07:00I found reading Madre (Life Notes) particularly th...I found reading Madre (Life Notes) particularly therapeutic in view of my ongoing "dislocation" problem. A friend of mine who is a Pilates instructor once told my wife that, although she thought I had some admirable qualities, I had no idea whatsoever "where I was in space." She also, like others before and after her (including doctors at various times), continually had to remind me to breathe. Madre (Life Notes) breathed life into the room and into me.ACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44300812456597081582011-09-20T07:12:15.877-07:002011-09-20T07:12:15.877-07:00Many thanks, my friends.
I love the idea of one&#...Many thanks, my friends.<br /><br />I love the idea of one's breath being restored to its proper place. In a rather fraught time here, sleeping and breathing have lately seemed like fugitives, fled beyond pursuit.<br /><br />But when I look at this poem and photos and the memories they evoke, my breath, too -- to redeploy your apt phrase, Curtis -- is restored to its proper place (even though the "actual" place is for us now forever buried in the enchanting out-of-focus paperweight blizzard-swirl of the long-ago...)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-73707429281705942022011-09-20T04:15:16.908-07:002011-09-20T04:15:16.908-07:00"and maybe even then."
Fine, fine, Tom...."and maybe even then."<br /><br />Fine, fine, Tom. Thanks.Issa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79265878827077174342011-09-20T01:10:22.582-07:002011-09-20T01:10:22.582-07:00What an extraordinarily natural and touching tribu...What an extraordinarily natural and touching tribute to a natural place. It doesn't so much take my breath away as restore it to its proper place. <br /><br />Life is not conditional. IF<br /><br />is only a<br /><br />half-life.<br /><br />That's just what I was thinking yesterday -- or something like it.<br /><br />I'm always amazed to find an artifact that must have caused its creator a great deal of effort to bring into being seem to belong to the world so inevitably, so naturally.ACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.com