tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post6567275992284155831..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: CastawayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-40132559167698002012013-12-26T02:57:17.417-08:002013-12-26T02:57:17.417-08:00Thanks to friends for the good company; the last f...Thanks to friends for the good company; the last few weeks have, as the saying goes and as that remarkable top photo appears to make palpable, pretty much blown this particular stranger away.<br /><br />The companion-in-a-storm to this poem, stranded offshore during the Santa Hiatus, is up now:<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2013/12/nightly-encounter.html" rel="nofollow">Nightly Encounter</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59025876492618260682013-12-25T01:52:11.189-08:002013-12-25T01:52:11.189-08:00Much resonance here.Much resonance here.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-21335036711209799692013-12-24T11:22:02.291-08:002013-12-24T11:22:02.291-08:00Oh Tom, thank you. I needed this today.Oh Tom, thank you. I needed this today.Norahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439557611640319928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6218362426048018632013-12-24T08:14:22.010-08:002013-12-24T08:14:22.010-08:00Tom,
watching from the windblown shore
a distant ...Tom,<br /><br />watching from the windblown shore<br />a distant sinking ship<br /><br />shades of Caspar David Friedrich in black and white, especially the stranger in that third one. . . STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-68011407112887677232013-12-24T07:16:44.486-08:002013-12-24T07:16:44.486-08:00That first photograph resembles a washed out Dali,...That first photograph resembles a washed out Dali, as though the color were drained away and we find ourselves staring at the dregs of the year. Venus, though, is beautiful in the early evening sky. Feelings seem to have a life of their own.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83826826221405884342013-12-24T04:42:58.334-08:002013-12-24T04:42:58.334-08:00as though
they belonged to a stranger
There’s so ...as though<br />they belonged to a stranger<br /><br />There’s so much in those words. Sometimes I achieve “stranger to myself” status effortlessly; unfortunately, the stranger I see is filled with terrible qualities. I’ve had other moments where I’ve felt more “self-less” in a positive way. I know that never lasts and when you try to describe the feeling to someone, even someone who’s apparently sympathetic, you provoke disbelief or even barely stifled outrage. This collection of images accompanying the poem is obviously unbelievable in easy to experience, hard to describe ways. The third one down of bright, but blurry and diffused lights, reminds me of an ecstatic moment walking with my daughter in a late November snowstorm in Florence, oddly enough out for ice cream. I felt as fundamentally alone then as ever, but meaningfully and happily connected also. I’ve come to despise snow, but I’d relive Florence in that storm forever and ever. I get the feeling that no one is doing too well at the moment. It Can Happen Here and it’s happening.ACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-14641504998641512472013-12-24T03:57:31.661-08:002013-12-24T03:57:31.661-08:00Wishfully... and against the where-to-next? Yes, ...Wishfully... and against the where-to-next? Yes, to be a castaway... yet embraced.Poet Red Shuttleworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053848100740944133noreply@blogger.com